I taught a YW lesson yesterday, and I ended up pulling out about five old journals and reading some randomly picked entries to the girls from my high school & college days.
There were things that I read that I had completely forgotten about. There were things that I wrote about that made me think, "I am still that same girl." My perspective is the same.
And other things that left me feeling that I can't reconcile who that carefree girl is with who I am today. I should know best, but sometimes I wonder, how in the world did I get here? And how did my life take the course that it has? Does anyone else ever feel this way?
Just feeling contemplative today I guess. Thinking about what was, what wasn't, what could have been...what could be.
As Easter approaches, I find myself turning my heart and mind toward the Atonement, the most important event in all of human history. I find myself wanting to find out once again whether the Atonement really does cover all pain. I want to know. And I need to know.
And I hope to find out.