Drug of choice

I have noticed a pattern throughout the past 5 weeks. Les and I would pray every day, sometimes 3 times a day and then one day we would forget or just feel so discouraged or exhausted we would just let it slide. On the days we prayed things were mostly calm, not always, but most of the time things were at least bearable. Even though we do not say to many prayers as a couple anymore, I try to remember to say my own personal prayers. When I forget or just have a sour attitude about life and ignore the promptings, I feel less put together. I feel more pessimistic and a lot more sad. When I pray regularly, I feel this calm I now recognise as the Spirit, or the Holy Ghost. I have decided this is my drug of choice. I am addicted to the calm feelings the spirit provides me with. As long as I choose to stay in contact and chose not to shut Him out, I feel like I have a handle on things in my life. I think more clearly, and I am more likely to be in tune when someone needs my help. Helping people makes me feel good about myself and about life in general. Pretty sad that it takes the loss of a loved one to really drum this simple concept into my head, but I am grateful I am finally on the right page and I think even the Bishop will be OK with this particular addiction.
A lot of things I will write on this blog will be things I am learning through the trials of my life. I remember the lessons I learn much better and I understand them more when I am able to write them down. This is, however, meant to be therapy for me, and hopefully helpful for anyone else who struggles with thick headedness as I do. You are not alone. I guess I should say I hope I am not alone in this lack of ability to learn the lessons of life the easy way.

Love You All
Lora