Peace.

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I guess you’d consider me a tightly wound person.  At least John would.  And probably my kids.  And my mom.  I dream of being able to go with the flow and let things roll off my back, but try as I might, I simply feel things deeply and seem to be unable maintain peace in my heart when things go differently than I plan.  Yes, I micromanage, vacuum out my car regularly, have my diaper bag organized with zipper pouches and carry tweasers and fingernail clippers with me wherever I go.  And, surprise surprise, my Type A personality often leaves me disappointed, stressed, anxious and feeling defeated.

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Like the other day.  We had just gotten back from vacation, so naturally I was feeling the opposite of how you’d feel after getting back from a vacation because I had been on vacation with babies which means I wasn’t on vacation, I was on a trip.  Frazzled, frustrated, feeling emotionally lonely and worn out, I decided to take the kids to the county fair across town so that John could get some work made up from his time away.  And whaddya know, parking was $10 (which I didn’t find out until we got there) so that wasn’t happening.  I wanted to cry, I wanted to crazy laugh, I wanted to be alone.  I didn’t know where to go, so I just started driving.  And there, in the distance, I saw the spire poke up over the high way and knew just where to go.  “Boys? We’re going to the Temple!”

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And there was peace.  My heart calmed, my perspective clarified, my attitude leveled.  It took a few minutes and a few photos and then I just felt…..healed.  I’m working on being able to chill and go with the flow in my daily life, and I know I’ll get better at it.  But the other day, I needed the Temple. 

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And of course, a family footie.  Because we matched.

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