This past weekend I had the privilege of going to Island Park and staying in Gibby cabin for a girls only retreat--I will post more about that later. There is something to be said about being away from the city and out in nature for a while. It's almost like leaving the world behind.
Combine with that the wonderful sisterhood that comes with such trips--friendships made or strengthened--and it just doesn't get much better than that. (AND someone who is willing to paint other's toe nails, that's love!)
It was so nice to just sit outside in the stillness and read scriptures, and I felt a little closer to heaven. Momma joined me and we spoke of second chances, learning from the past but not getting stuck there, and how there is a way provided for all of us if we choose it. We always have a choice--even when it seems we don't.
I spent some time thinking after other conversations as well--I am constantly amazed at how Heavenly Father really does know me and how he tells me that through others. Sometimes there are things another person shares, unexpectedly, that you know can't be coincidence. The things we need, forward steps, they are good but that doesn't mean they aren't hard.
The night we got back home all I could think about was running. I wanted to run, and run, and then just keep running. Running has been doing much more than just helping me accomplish goals--it helps me let go of hard things and keep going. It's while running that I often find myself. I don't understand why things happen or what the next steps are, but I am learning to trust and to "just keep swimming," and I am grateful for the blessing of having others that don't let me forget that.
