This weekend we were supposed to go camping with the church for the Aaronic Priesthood commemoration campout. But as has been common this year it rained. The boys weren’t too happy. But I am glad we weren’t out there in the rain. It would have been a pretty miserable time for me.
Sometimes I just feel old and tired. Only a few years ago I would have been up to the challenge. I have been swimming a bit lately and I am disappointed in my lack of speed and endurance during workouts. I would try to loose some weight but the low blood sugar just makes me irritable and tired. Something I can’t afford at this time in my life. I get up and move on.
Sometimes I wish life would get a bit easier and it would stop raining. However, I am without much hope of that. I believe life is too be difficult, as much of my life has proved this too me. I hope some how this will be different in Heaven and the next life. However, the pain and suffering seems to be what makes us grow here and I often wonder if the next life will be the same. I live under the fear that giving up will only make things harder in this life and maybe in the next. Not a very hopeful out look but once again I get up and move on.
I am hoping it will be as it says in the song “Come Come Ye Saints” … Happy day all is well … ”
I guess I have to hope for something.