Easily the worst holidays ever this year. I spent two weeks nursing broken hearts and bitter egos. I am looking forward to getting back into the normalcy of work and there are dramas there that will give you the heebie jeebies. Those dramas have been out done by the new dynamics of a divided family.
At the very least we get to leave town for a few days next month to watch Mickey Mouse and his friends parade around on the ice. I am very much so looking forward to that .. more the getting out of town part.
Over the last few weeks I've prayed very little, but my heart had a lot to say. Last night I took the time to think everything through before I closed my day with a prayer. As I began my liaison with the good Lord, images in my head turned to a paper conveyor belt with scribbles/doodles all over it. It moved quickly and it was distracting. It was quite amazing. It continued at full speed through-out the entirety of my prayer and when I came to a close and opened my eyes, it left my head.
Shades of Joseph Smith trying to pray that first time in the grove came to my mind, but it wasn't that at all. It was the unloading of every situation going on in my family right now that needs sorting. I lay in bed for a few minutes and thought ... I'm not the one to fix any of it no matter how much I think I am.
You can't fix something that's wrong with someone else because in two weeks I've tried and it left me with a conveyor belt of scribbles in my head.
That is currently my reality and it's constant and it's everywhere and it hurts.