Chaotic Flight

I haven't blogged in over a week. This is a long time for me. But I just have so many conflicting thoughts in my mind that I can't seem to commit to writing any sustained blog post. How sad is that-- I can't commit to making sense of my thoughts for ten minutes to write a short post? I would say that my mind is like a whirlpool, but that would imply it has some kind of order or shape to it. The thoughts in my mind are like the route of those spastic birds flinging their bodies around in chaotic flight, threatening to whack you in the face. Totally out of control.

Some Splendid Soft Peaches

"I had walked some twenty-five miles, and being very tired, not feeling like going any farther, I came to a peach tree by the wayside that was loaded with ripe fruit and picked some splendid soft peaches which were very delicious. I took as many as I wanted and turned aside in the piney woods where I had the earth for my bed and the heavens for my covering and God for my protection. I spent the night alone, yet I was not alone, for God was with me in answer to my prayers."

--John Brown

John Brown is my ancestor who was a Mormon pioneer. His personal journal was published and distributed to his family descendents a decade or so ago and I read it when I was 16. The guy was truly fascinating; he was a convert, a scholar, and a leader in the handcart treks. He was also a beautiful writer. The above passage is from his journal which was copied down into mine because I love it so much. Being kin somehow makes it more personal to me. It fortifies the personal belief that God really does hear and answer prayers, and that my family before me had a testimony of this.