Today Is a gift. I am sitting here in my kitchen, watching the sky get light outside, in total quiet and solitude. It’s a school break day, and everyone else is sleeping in. I love mornings like this, I get time to breathe, reflect and search for the joy.
I thought with this kind of quiet, it would be the perfect time to check out my journal. Here is what it says — “Hello Mr. Journal- It’s been a long time.” —Yup- that’s all my journal says in it for hmm, quite a few months. It’s been one of those years. But the day after conference is a special kind of day. It’s a time to let the moments that hit your heart-strings sink deep. Here’s my moment– When Elder Holland talked about showing compassion to those with mental illnesses of all sorts, grateful comments went ricocheting around all the special needs group sites I look at, at the speed of light. But it went personal for me even more when he focused on depression.
I would not be surprised to find that all moms of 24/7 need kids go thru depression times somewhere along the way; I have battled the demon here and there, but these last two years –with 4 different schools, and my own health difficulties on top of the kids– have been some of the hardest for me. Mostly, I keep my head above water, finding moments of awesome and things to be grateful for, sometimes, I forget.
Then I heard Elder Holland speak, and suddenly- it was ok. I have had several priesthood blessings, but this was right out-loud in public, from a conference pulpit. How healing is a piece of understanding. And I felt my heart release and let it go. It’s a good morning.