glare.

This morning we went on a long hike. It was raining lightly. Very foggy. We got on top of this peak and the fog was so thick, so close, so white - I felt like I was in heaven. I let myself fall back a bit from the group and I looked up into the sky and called out "Heavenly Father, are you there?" It was quiet. But then a plane passed overhead, really loud. I love that noise. The noise of the plane's engine. It reminds me of my dad because I've flown a lot with him. A lot a lot. I felt the overwhelming love that my earthly father and my Heavenly Father have for me. I know who I am. Identity crisis over.

I'm doing my very best. Sometimes that means having a meltdown inside. But I'm not giving up.