A Little on the Inside

With my Ipod on my purchased playlist, I prepared myself for a tough weightlifting workout this morning. I wish I had had the foresight to know how difficult it would be. I might have opted out. You know, fight or flight. I would have chosen to fly high and fast. A song came on, one which Mick introduced me to. He said it reminds him of the two of us. I heard this phrase and it hit me hard. I'm still choked up thinking about it. I was squatting 30 lbs and I pushed through the tears as they came streaming down my face.

The rains have been heavy, ground water had risen and my well was overflowing. I've had some inner turmoil lately, disappointments, challenges, frustrations. Nothing out of the ordinary from other people, I'm certain, but nonetheless difficult. But it was too much this morning. I've been studying the story of the 2060 Stripling Warriors from the book of Alma. I kept reverting my thoughts back to them throughout the week. Their example of physical strength, unwavering courage, and unshakable faith helped pick me up out of every squat on my last rotation. I'm so grateful for their inspiration.

It is too generic to say that life is hard. Yet equally too specific to explain all the reasons why it is. I'm grateful that each morning brings a new day and more opportunity to make life happier, more fulfilling and enjoyable despite the pitfalls. I don't know where I'd be if I hadn't met such a wonderful man and had three crazy girls! I do know that without the challenges, I would not receive such blessing. Hence, I'm learning a new hymn this week on the piano- "Count your Blessing". Something my Grandma reminded me to do of a few years back and that I need to do more often.