Yesterday, Doug, Tommy and I went hiking at Hell's Half Acre, which I'm renaming "God's Spilled Cake Batter". We enjoyed our beautiful hike together and I got brave about jumping over the deep crevices in the rock. There really isn't a trail in this lava field, just markers along the way. We'd get to one marker and search for the next. I think God guides us more with the marker method than with the trail method. He shows us our destination but lets us use our own limited human powers sometimes to try to reach it.
It has been a week of renewal for me.
When I finally assigned a name to one of my problems, I was able to tackle it. Depression. Everybody tastes it sooner or later. I assume it's because I let grief and homesickness run amuck in my mind for too long. Once I owned it, I was empowered to start getting rid of it with help from Heavenly Father and from Doug, from friends and from a trusted doctor. I went outside and listened to Genera Conference last Saturday, while sitting with Doug on a cot under an umbrella (since both of us burn easily) and our cats and dog coming by every ten minutes for some lovin's. My recovery continued with:
- doctor prescribed creative time (for me, music and writing)
- finishing the twelve step program and starting it over again (it is for EVERYBODY!! read more here)
- getting my finances under control by cooking more homecooked meals
- being empowered, by getting my finances under control, to do more good
- planning my flowers for the front yard
- super enjoying my Wolf Scouts on Tuesday
- a wonderful Emotion Code session (read more here)
- listening to K Love more
- continuing to go running and walking with my friend in the mornings and continuing to eat healthy
I experienced genuine excitement and joy! I felt spunky and happy and shared positive news about patients with my team. We have cool stuff happening at our office; people bouncing back from Bells Palsy and getting energy back after lung cancer. That is thrilling!
Anyway, life is beautiful and good and worth fighting for. I'm grateful to have mine back and to have tools under my belt or preventing, or at least fighting, my next battle.
