So, here we are...Day 3. It started off with a little bit of resistance. The girls were tired and not sure they wanted to do another hike. But, this hike was so awesome that by the end, they were climbing on top of the arches and wanting to see more. We truly felt at times like we were on top of the world, looking down.
Then we drove home. As I got home, unpacked, and started my normal life again, playing with the neighbor girls I cried. OH how sad I was.
I started to feel a bit sorry for myself. Reality was setting in. I no longer felt, "on top of the world". I felt just down. What a bummer it was and how much I wanted to return to our vacation.
Why? you ask...ok, so maybe you didn't but this is my blog!
Simple. The things I have to face began to overwhelm me. You see, in one week it is Kevin's 8th anniversary. The anniversary of the day I told him good bye, never to see him in this life again. The beginning of a hole in my heart that hurts so much sometimes, I can barely tolerate it. John is leaving in two days. Off to Egypt for an army trip. This began to again overwhelm me and my fears of him leaving me alone surfaced strong again. And then...well....relationships. I began to be more sensitive to every little disappointment and sorrow that seems to surround me in my neighborhood. So...I cried.
And then I realized that things were ok. I mean, of course they hurt sometimes but through the atonement of Christ, all things will be ok. Ok. So...I am climbing myself back to the top of the world. "Forget yourself....and get to work" ---those words of Pres. Hinckley's father are so wise.
Later
