My dad came down to spend the weekend with me. I love that man! He just does. I don’t have to ask for anything from him, he just does it because he thinks that I might need him here. He always errs on the side of too much kindness, or too much generosity, or too much respect. He is such a gentleman that way. I love that and wish more men could be like him in that regard. The world would be a much kinder place and have much more love in it. His mom must be so proud of the man that he is.
This afternoon he and I tinkered in the garden a bit. We planted some spinach. I’m excited to see if I have enough time still for growing some things. My green beans are just putting on beans, so I am excited to see how it goes.
The last two evenings I went for short walks. I still get dizzy and a little off balance off and on, but I am trying to start to build stamina back up. I am really hoping the balance thing resides, because it is a really weird sensation and makes me nervous I will have another stroke, because that is exactly what it felt like right at the beginning of it the first time, so … yeah, I’m a little nervous about that. And at work, I draw blanks and my brain gets exhausted fast when it is required to focus a lot. Also hoping that resides and I can build stamina back up.
I’ve been pondering and really feel like Heavenly Father is wanting me to regroup and recenter myself, sorta like I lost a little piece of me somewhere along the way over the last couple of years. I don’t really know what all that entails, but I feel strongly that He is calling me back (not that I feel I have wandered, but still …) and that my life has been a little off lately.
I was reading in Ether about Ether preaching to the people by day and hiding out in the cave by night, watching his people kill each other. I always think of how Moroni must have felt abridging that part of the scriptures. President Thompson mentioned the other day how he felt like the book of Ether was put at the end as an exclamation mark to the entire Book of Mormon. I can imagine Moroni shedding tears of sorrow as he abridged that part as a witness of history repeating itself. He was living a similar existence as Ether had. If only his people would have seen and listened, they may have learned from Ether’s account. Destruction is sad.
I am grateful, forever grateful.
