"We seldom get into trouble when we speak softly. It is only when we raise our voices that the sparks fly and tiny molehills become great mountains of contention."
The
past few years have been, well, crazy. My husband and I have moved
four times in the three years we've been married. In that time, we
also had a baby and we each got a BS in Engineering, his in
Mechanical, mine in Biological. Actually, I'm still finishing mine,
taking my last three classes this summer.
Somewhere
along the way, I forgot how to be happy. It was a bad combination of
pregnancy hormones followed by postpartum depression, mixed with
stress from school that my husband and I took out on each other.
I
focused on distracting myself from the negative, rather than looking
for the positive. I forgot what brought me joy. I got lost.
Now,
most of the stress is behind us. We have time breathe and time to
invest in each other, and it has made a world of difference. Im
remembering how to be happy. I imagine this is how people in Alaska
feel, after a long winter of darkness, when they glimpse the first
bright rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon.
Last
night, my husband and I talked for hours about our goals for the
future. There were no distractions no homework deadlines
imminent, no electronic devices vying for our attention just
a chance to talk and remember why we fell in love.
Today,
I pulled out the stroller and took my one-year-old daughter for a
long walk. She babbled the whole time and frequently turned around
to smile at me. Then we went inside and shared a Popsicle. She made
funny faces and I laughed. Then she giggled.
When
we had finished the Popsicle, she threw a tantrum because she wanted
more. After all, she is only one.
In
my search for relief from the stress of my life, I forgot the most
obvious place to go. I was reading a talk by Jeffrey R. Holland when
I realized my mistake.
He
said, In that most burdensome moment of all human history,
with blood appearing at every pore and an anguished cry upon His
lips, Christ sought Him whom He had always sought His
Father.
In
that moment, I felt the love of my Father in Heaven. Even when I
felt lost and alone, He was there. He is always there and I know he
loves me.
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