Musings from my Window

When Trevar texted me a few weeks ago that he had booked flights for us to travel to Boston, I felt my anxiety kick up a few notches. I am a homebody and absolutely hate the thought  of travel. There are so many variable when traveling to a new place. Would I be safe? Would the people be rude? Would I feel depressed if the weather was rainy? Would I stress about finding things to eat? Concerns that suck my peace away, but concerns nonetheless. These concerns consumed a big chunk of my energy. It was not until we were on the train to the airport that I found myself relaxing just a teeny, tiny bit. The flight was full and I found myself sandwiched between Trevar and a beautiful blonde, co-ed from BYU. The blonde girl was vivacious and I suspected she was probably in student government and cheerleading before college. When I asked about her plans for Boston she explained that she and a group of friends were running away for the weekend. I asked about where she was staying, "Oh, we

Last night I went hiking with my husband, Trevar and our youngest daughter, Julia. The horizon was a mishmash of sun and ominous clouds.  The problem was we had left the sun and were directly under black clouds as we approached the mouth of Adam's Canyon. The wind started to pick up and Julia begged to turn around but Trevar persisted.   "Look," he pointed. "See how the wind is blowing the clouds over the mountains and away from us? Things will get better soon". And so we persevered. And Trevar was right. Glorious evening light broke through the clouds and bathed the trees in gold. The world was transformed and I found myself wishing that I had a better camera to record the event.The fairy light was magical and bewitching.  Suddenly a soft rain started to fall. I gasped in wonder as we ran amidst the rain and the golden light.  They fell as a benediction upon us. Looking behind me, a rainbow appeared amidst the mountains. I marveled at