Light in the Seams
Sometimes, even without school, I feel an inexplicable amount of stress... work obligations, church meetings, projects and preparations, family plans, (feeling like you have to be social even when you just want to eat then go to sleep forever...*ahem*). Each of these things, though very worthy and valuable pursuits, can add up. I start to feel the weight and pressure of time as it sits on me, reminding me of that day in my youth when Brigham put me in a cardboard box then sat on it... Quite the unpleasant experience, I might say. But just as I felt trapped in the box (basically--I mean I could've gotten out, but I'm a good, obliging sister:), I noticed the area inside the box was not complete darkness. There was a light coming in through the seams of the box. Now, this may not seem like much, but to a girl beginning to feel slightly short of calm as she sat alone in a box, this was a strong comfort. The light streaming through the seams was a reassuring warmth ...