So, if you're in my area you know that this week was cold. Colder than it has been for a really long time. My first worry was about how "fun" it was going to be to work in it. But my biggest worry, I hadn't even thought of till I got a text from my coach's husband saying that he was worried about my water lines potentially freezing and advising me about keeping it going. He brought me a little heater, I turned up the heat in my place and ran the dishwasher and did a few extra water related things to keep things moving. Just as I was about to head to bed, a little later than usual, I realized my water had indeed frozen.
Oh... my gosh. Not a fun thing to realize at ten o'clock at night and you know most people near you are in bed by 9:30 (like I usually am).
There was panic, pacing back and forth and staring at the hole that lead under the trailer and thinking: yuck I don't want to go down there, but I need to do something.
So, I grabbed a flashlight, hopped down and just stared at the lines going: what am I going to do? I can't heat up water, running water is slightly the problem at the moment. I'd had the little heater going in the porch area, but not right by the lines so then I thought, heck worth a shot.
Then I just waited, and prayed. But y'know, the: ohmygoshpleasehelp, garbled type of prayer.
And then a minute or two at most I hear the water stream through the open taps. Then there was a lot of thank yous.
It reminded me that you have to do all you can before (or during) prayer, and then leave it all up to God.
Sometimes I forget to do things. Sometimes I just wait. But we've been given our agency and our bodies and our minds so that we can use them to solve our problems, and then faith is that extra leap when we can't do it all ourselves.
I also became quite pleased with my layering skills.
Mucking in -37C weather, and I was nice and toasty! It only took a bajillion layers and physical labour, but it worked!
I also was really thankful to my trusty little car that, although with a lot of protest, started up every morning.
This week was quite nice, albeit a little stressful. I had plenty of extra time to write, paint, cook and play video games.
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Sunday, April 15, 2012
Let it Out and Let it Go
Thursday was a bit of a crappy day for me. Sort of. Work went great! Had a lovely ride, then got a message from my coach saying my pony had trouble putting weight on her back leg for the farrier.
Heart went plummeting. As I finished up with the horse I'd just finished riding, I kept thinking: 'Oh no, I told you I couldn't handle this again, not again not now. But help me cause I know I can't do it alone I don't have it in me anymore.' And so on.
Got home as fast as I could, never noticed how long 30min can seem and was suddenly very grateful I'd already fueled up my car that morning.
Get to my pony, put her on the lunge line and sure enough she was no longer sound.
Me was seriously ticked off.
And I didn't have any hope. It's eerie that it's just a few weeks away from the date of when she got injured last year, so close to show season that I was like: Are you kidding me? What do you want from me, what?
I felt like I was watching all that hard work wash down the drain.
I was also really confused. Because I've been getting this feeling that I'll be showing Belle in that first show on June 9th. I have to get the entry in by May 26th at the latest. And here she was looking broken again.
I came really close to wanting to give up on Him and the Church truthfully.
The rest of the day felt like a constant battle between one side and the other. The part of me that at that point was stubbornly holding on to what I knew to be true and the other side kept countering with: why bother? Everything I every try to do in accordance to His will turns out in disappointment! Guys, this, what's the point?
But, I eventually got ready for bed. I wouldn't necessarily call it a prayer, but I told Him everything I was feeling. It was pretty and was definitely hostile, but I said everything I was feeling. Then, I put on a talk from April 2011 General Conference. The Atonement Covers All pain (I think...) It was the one were the speaker related an event where he was in line for a promotion, he'd worked hard and was fully qualified, but was turned down because he was Mormon.
He'd also gotten angry with God. But later repented and went on to realize it was a good thing that had happened.
But I was still to angry to take that step. I knew I should, but I couldn't. But I did ask for Him to help me take it, but I wasn't sincere.
Next morning I was definitely still really angry. I kept up a constant stream of I don't get it, and so on. But on my drive in to work I was like: Okay, I really need you to soften my heart because it's really hard right now. I know I should trust you. Belle is the one I'm showing at that show right? (got a yes) Then help me have the faith to make it happen because right now I don't have it and I can't get it.
When my boss walked into the stable and asked how I was I grunted, it's easier and faster than explaining how I felt. Told her that Belle was hurt again and was worse than she'd ever been. Then she said it could be a bruise. (My coach had also told me it could be a fluke thing, but as with the above, I wasn't very hopeful). And that often when horses bruise themselves it's like they're broken.
It's like a switch was flipped and suddenly I was completely flooded with hope. But admittedly still wary, still a little afraid to be completely hopeful.
That, I know, was the answer to my prayer.
I'm not happy with how I handled it... but there was something cleansing about the experience.
I have a really bad habit of trying to hold in the bad thoughts and emotions I don't want to have, but when I do that, they slowly chew away and eat at me. But this time it was instant and forceful, but they all came out. Even doubts I didn't realize I'd had surfaced, but now I can deal with them instead of hiding them.
Let out any bad emotions, let your doubts out, and let them go. You'll feel lighter afterward.
Also... When did this blog hit 700 pageviews??? Thanks everyone!! :D
Heart went plummeting. As I finished up with the horse I'd just finished riding, I kept thinking: 'Oh no, I told you I couldn't handle this again, not again not now. But help me cause I know I can't do it alone I don't have it in me anymore.' And so on.
Got home as fast as I could, never noticed how long 30min can seem and was suddenly very grateful I'd already fueled up my car that morning.
Get to my pony, put her on the lunge line and sure enough she was no longer sound.
Me was seriously ticked off.
And I didn't have any hope. It's eerie that it's just a few weeks away from the date of when she got injured last year, so close to show season that I was like: Are you kidding me? What do you want from me, what?
I felt like I was watching all that hard work wash down the drain.
I was also really confused. Because I've been getting this feeling that I'll be showing Belle in that first show on June 9th. I have to get the entry in by May 26th at the latest. And here she was looking broken again.
I came really close to wanting to give up on Him and the Church truthfully.
The rest of the day felt like a constant battle between one side and the other. The part of me that at that point was stubbornly holding on to what I knew to be true and the other side kept countering with: why bother? Everything I every try to do in accordance to His will turns out in disappointment! Guys, this, what's the point?
But, I eventually got ready for bed. I wouldn't necessarily call it a prayer, but I told Him everything I was feeling. It was pretty and was definitely hostile, but I said everything I was feeling. Then, I put on a talk from April 2011 General Conference. The Atonement Covers All pain (I think...) It was the one were the speaker related an event where he was in line for a promotion, he'd worked hard and was fully qualified, but was turned down because he was Mormon.
He'd also gotten angry with God. But later repented and went on to realize it was a good thing that had happened.
But I was still to angry to take that step. I knew I should, but I couldn't. But I did ask for Him to help me take it, but I wasn't sincere.
Next morning I was definitely still really angry. I kept up a constant stream of I don't get it, and so on. But on my drive in to work I was like: Okay, I really need you to soften my heart because it's really hard right now. I know I should trust you. Belle is the one I'm showing at that show right? (got a yes) Then help me have the faith to make it happen because right now I don't have it and I can't get it.
When my boss walked into the stable and asked how I was I grunted, it's easier and faster than explaining how I felt. Told her that Belle was hurt again and was worse than she'd ever been. Then she said it could be a bruise. (My coach had also told me it could be a fluke thing, but as with the above, I wasn't very hopeful). And that often when horses bruise themselves it's like they're broken.
It's like a switch was flipped and suddenly I was completely flooded with hope. But admittedly still wary, still a little afraid to be completely hopeful.
That, I know, was the answer to my prayer.
I'm not happy with how I handled it... but there was something cleansing about the experience.
I have a really bad habit of trying to hold in the bad thoughts and emotions I don't want to have, but when I do that, they slowly chew away and eat at me. But this time it was instant and forceful, but they all came out. Even doubts I didn't realize I'd had surfaced, but now I can deal with them instead of hiding them.
Let out any bad emotions, let your doubts out, and let them go. You'll feel lighter afterward.
Also... When did this blog hit 700 pageviews??? Thanks everyone!! :D
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Sometimes Inspiration Hits Like an Arrow to the Head
Okay not really, but that sentence popped into my head and I wanted to use it.
General Conference + Spirit = Inspirition and guideance galore.
Sadly I was ill prepared and this conference has not been on the list of most epic. But that's also because I missed all of yesterday, and hit and miss internet made me miss most of this afternoon's session. But this morning? Absolutely fantastic! Though once I got back to my parents I bawled my eyes out.
What can I say? Sometimes I'm a hormonal woman who gets highly emotional. 90% of the time I'm a major tomboy who's one of the guys (I prefer those times). But sometimes crying is exactly what's needed. And it's not exactly the crying that helps (barely breathing and having tears and snot streaming down your face isn't enjoyable) but the opportunity to just feel what needs to be felt is sadly a very rare, but very freeing blessing.
What could've prompted it? I won't go into all of it. But I think it's partly me feeling entirely overworked. Well... not necessarily overworked per say, but over tired. I've been denying it for a while now, since I work at most 5 hours a day, how could that make one over worked? But I think it's because the timing of my schedule is a bit awkward... Add to that the hour drive to get to where most of my friends live, means I have a pretty darn non existent social life. If I didn't live at the stable where people come and go I'd have no social life, which would be a major bummer.
Though now I've hit this awkward limbo where I want to do things with people, but still don't quite follow through, or my schedule just doesn't work out.
Ironically this wasn't even what I was going to originally write about. But I don't mind when my fingers take over and write for me, they know things.
Anywhoo, I was reading another blog (I'm reading more and more) and it suddenly hit me. I need to write every day! That's what I've been missing!
I've been trying to do this for years. But what struck me this time was that I should write about my experiences every day, even if I can't post them to here. There's been so many days where I've wished I could update my blog, and then I realized that even if I can't update it that moment, I could at least write about what's on my mind.
I think I sometimes forget that blog writing is still writing. I've gotten overly obsessed with book mode that it kind of completely ruined my creative writing mojo. I realized recently too that I'd stopped writing for the reasons that got me to love it so much. I used to long to write for the characters and the stories. To see how these visions in my head would translate to paper. And that's what finally helped me finish a chapter I'd been avoiding working on for months.
But the habit isn't there. I still avoid it and still don't write like I want to every day. Which is highly counter productive to trying to get a story written.
Sometimes too, I feel completely inadequate to do what I feel I should be doing. I feel these stories in my head are so big, I don't know how I could possibly do them enough justice. Maybe what it all comes down too is that I'm afraid everyone will hate them and so I want to keep them hidden.
But that also fills me with anxiety cause I know they need to be written.
Sometimes I want to rip my emotions out so I can write... but I can't write without emotions so that would be null and void.
Maybe all I really need is to open up to the people around me.
General Conference + Spirit = Inspirition and guideance galore.
Sadly I was ill prepared and this conference has not been on the list of most epic. But that's also because I missed all of yesterday, and hit and miss internet made me miss most of this afternoon's session. But this morning? Absolutely fantastic! Though once I got back to my parents I bawled my eyes out.
What can I say? Sometimes I'm a hormonal woman who gets highly emotional. 90% of the time I'm a major tomboy who's one of the guys (I prefer those times). But sometimes crying is exactly what's needed. And it's not exactly the crying that helps (barely breathing and having tears and snot streaming down your face isn't enjoyable) but the opportunity to just feel what needs to be felt is sadly a very rare, but very freeing blessing.
What could've prompted it? I won't go into all of it. But I think it's partly me feeling entirely overworked. Well... not necessarily overworked per say, but over tired. I've been denying it for a while now, since I work at most 5 hours a day, how could that make one over worked? But I think it's because the timing of my schedule is a bit awkward... Add to that the hour drive to get to where most of my friends live, means I have a pretty darn non existent social life. If I didn't live at the stable where people come and go I'd have no social life, which would be a major bummer.
Though now I've hit this awkward limbo where I want to do things with people, but still don't quite follow through, or my schedule just doesn't work out.
Ironically this wasn't even what I was going to originally write about. But I don't mind when my fingers take over and write for me, they know things.
Anywhoo, I was reading another blog (I'm reading more and more) and it suddenly hit me. I need to write every day! That's what I've been missing!
I've been trying to do this for years. But what struck me this time was that I should write about my experiences every day, even if I can't post them to here. There's been so many days where I've wished I could update my blog, and then I realized that even if I can't update it that moment, I could at least write about what's on my mind.
I think I sometimes forget that blog writing is still writing. I've gotten overly obsessed with book mode that it kind of completely ruined my creative writing mojo. I realized recently too that I'd stopped writing for the reasons that got me to love it so much. I used to long to write for the characters and the stories. To see how these visions in my head would translate to paper. And that's what finally helped me finish a chapter I'd been avoiding working on for months.
But the habit isn't there. I still avoid it and still don't write like I want to every day. Which is highly counter productive to trying to get a story written.
Sometimes too, I feel completely inadequate to do what I feel I should be doing. I feel these stories in my head are so big, I don't know how I could possibly do them enough justice. Maybe what it all comes down too is that I'm afraid everyone will hate them and so I want to keep them hidden.
But that also fills me with anxiety cause I know they need to be written.
Sometimes I want to rip my emotions out so I can write... but I can't write without emotions so that would be null and void.
Maybe all I really need is to open up to the people around me.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Grace Under Pressure
This week was an interesting week. A lot happened and I'm so thankful it's finally Sunday. Church is an awesome place to unwind and review how things went, where I could improve, and what things I can pat myself on the back for.
I feel like I've grown a ton, especially within the past few days. I feel stronger, calmer, and more capable of handling myself. I feel more like a woman and that feels pretty darn awesome. Friends helped with that one.
I've also had the opportunity to think over some things. Like where I am, where I'm going, and what should I be doing right now. Some promptings are not easy to follow, but I'll do my best to do what He would have me do. Because if there's anything I've learned more strongly over the past few months is that God does know best. He loves me and cares for me and will never leave me hanging. So long as I do what I can to keep myself near to Him.
Belle is doing awesome. She's been eating her medicine (slathered in very sticky molases), and we've been enjoying our 20min walking sessions. So long as mommy does it when it's warm. But I laughed as she power walked the whole time. My little goofball.
I had an excellent time at a dressage clinic yesterday. Dash was such a good girl for me. I also learned a lot about my position and how to improve it. Totally awesome, especially because it did improve (major yay).
I'm so looking forward to going to the Temple next week. It's been a long overdue trip. I need it especially now, to take time to reflect and ponder and learn. I know I'll receive His guidance.
Life is good, life is very good, especially when it's hard. Because that's when we grow, we progress, and when we learn the most about ourselves. Sometimes what we learn isn't pretty. Sometimes it's downright ugly. But what matters is that we accept it, move on and do our best to improve those parts and make them strong.
Jesus Christ lives, He is the Son of our Eternal Father. And this I know with every fiber of my being.
Much love,
Leah
I feel like I've grown a ton, especially within the past few days. I feel stronger, calmer, and more capable of handling myself. I feel more like a woman and that feels pretty darn awesome. Friends helped with that one.
I've also had the opportunity to think over some things. Like where I am, where I'm going, and what should I be doing right now. Some promptings are not easy to follow, but I'll do my best to do what He would have me do. Because if there's anything I've learned more strongly over the past few months is that God does know best. He loves me and cares for me and will never leave me hanging. So long as I do what I can to keep myself near to Him.
Belle is doing awesome. She's been eating her medicine (slathered in very sticky molases), and we've been enjoying our 20min walking sessions. So long as mommy does it when it's warm. But I laughed as she power walked the whole time. My little goofball.
I had an excellent time at a dressage clinic yesterday. Dash was such a good girl for me. I also learned a lot about my position and how to improve it. Totally awesome, especially because it did improve (major yay).
I'm so looking forward to going to the Temple next week. It's been a long overdue trip. I need it especially now, to take time to reflect and ponder and learn. I know I'll receive His guidance.
Life is good, life is very good, especially when it's hard. Because that's when we grow, we progress, and when we learn the most about ourselves. Sometimes what we learn isn't pretty. Sometimes it's downright ugly. But what matters is that we accept it, move on and do our best to improve those parts and make them strong.
Jesus Christ lives, He is the Son of our Eternal Father. And this I know with every fiber of my being.
Much love,
Leah
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