The journey of a Thousand Miles....

I haven't blogged for years.
I thought, "My writing isn't good enough, I don't have anything to say."  But I have felt compelled today to start anew.  So here I am...I commit to being raw and real, authentic and vulnerable.  I have to have a hope that the compelling to start writing again is because I have been led by the spirit of God to do so. I am praying this is my balm, my way to begin healing my wounds, exploring my heart. Of course, I always hope my thoughts may heal others but for now, I am happy to heal me.  I am on a journey and it has began with the first few steps.

The Light Will Come

I love music and I know many of the answers to my prayers come through music. Last night was no exception. I was sitting in the temple in the celestial room with my husband. I was in a panic being in a small room. I had been panicked most of the evening about time, being away from Steven, and life in general. I prayed with a passion, a determination, an open heart to receive some peace, some guidance.  I prayed I may be more patient with Steven. I prayed that I would feel peace. I prayed that I could receive strength.

I never understood the "burning in the bosom" they reference. But at that moment, my bosom swelled. And the words of Michael McClean' s song came clearly into my head and heart. "Hold on, hold on. The light will come. If you feel trapped inside  never ending night, and you've forgotten how it feels to feel the light. If you're half crazy, thinking you're the only one, who's afraid the light will never really come. Just hold on, hold on. The Light Week come." the words were spoken over and over into my heart I know this was an answer to my prayers. I know my Heavenly Father is watching over me and perhaps, for the first time in my life, I am keenly aware that He is aware of ME!