Lately, I’ve been wishing life could slow down. Everything has just felt a little chaotic and it seems we’re constantly rushed as we dash from one place to the other. This weekend I was hoping to get some insight into how to lead a less stressed life as I listened to our church’s semiannual General Conference, but an answer came before the conference even started. Noel and I were out for a 6 mile trail run (made possible by mother-in-law being in town). We’d fought the first three miles going uphill into the wind and were enjoying the easy descent back to our house. I generally consider myself to be quite nimble, so I was cruising down the mountain dodging rocks like a mountain goat. Can you see where this is going? Three-quarters of the way down I rolled my ankle in a heart-stopping-breath-seizing moment. Adrenaline kept me going home and got me through two more miles of walking with some ladies from church, but by the time I sat down to watch conference it was pretty sore and swollen. I’ve literally had to slow down this weekend, so I guess I got what I wished for. I think I’ll lay off the wishes for awhile.
PS Thank you so much for all the kind words and support on our last post. We’re so lucky to know so many wonderful people, really.