I chose my little song today based on some time I spent on Saturday.
Yesterday I penciled in some "me" time and took a long drive up to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple and back home, by way of the west side of Utah Lake (on the recommendation of friends). I was in a dress, having attended a baptism in the morning, but I climbed into my car, kicked off my heels, and started driving. I listened to classical music and just let the thoughts bang around in my head. All is well enough, but there are small cycles of struggle, right? Some new financial obligations, growing children, bang, bang, bang.
The west side of the lake was so rugged and abandoned. It was therapeutic to drive on smoothly paved roads through miles of crunchy dry grass and skittering grasshoppers. At one point I got out of the car to take some photos in a field only to find that there were literally hundreds of little spiders popping out of their hiding places that I had disturbed. A lightening-quick sprint back to my bug-free car left me laughing at myself, glad I was in the wilderness where nobody could see my arachnophobia. But the laugh felt good, and I plugged on until I rounded the south side of the lake into a little farming town called Elberta. Rusted tractors, orchards, old ladies ordering strawberry shakes as I stood in line at a walk-up window to get a soda and some food. Cute ladies who pulled their crisp one-dollar bills from their pockets.
And then as I approached my neighborhood, the overwhelming feeling that I was loved and remembered. I don't need to bear even the smallest personal concerns all by myself. There is someone that is constant. He wants to lift the weight.
Cast Thy Burden Upon The Lord