I spent a lot of time on the four wheeler this summer, flying down dirt roads, sometimes trying to escape the sadness, frustration or grief that comes with divorce. Other times I just wanted to feel the sun on my face and the wind racing over my skin and feel happy just to be. Usually I'd get to a place out in the middle of nowhere and turn off the machine. I'd lay back on the four wheeler and close my eyes and listen to the wind scouring the farmers' crops - the lonely sound the rustling of wheat stalks makes filling up my ears. Other times I'd watch pairs of hawks circle overhead. Without thinking too much I just observed what was happening around me in the moment. It was incredibly healing. I can't wait for the snow to cover the ground so I can go snowshoeing out into those same fields.
I love my savior. I know He personally atoned for my sins and felt every little agony that would happen in my life. When I feel as if my heart is breaking I feel comforted that I am not alone. I know He called my name in Gethsemane and walked beside me through the twisting paths my life would take. He knows me. He loves me and I know He loves you and has done the same redeeming ordinance for each one of us.
Life is beautiful, and it's meant to be, even when the beauty is laced with pain and sorrow.
