While driving to Logan from St. George on our way home from our little vacay, I snapped this little shot of Provo, Utah and the iconic "Y".
I cannot even drive by that town without being flooded with emotions.
As I finally crawled into my bed that night, I thought of those feelings that came back to me on the drive home.
And, for the first time in seven years, I thanked my Father in Heaven for that experience.
I think I have always felt I would eventually experience gratitude for all my rock-bottom moments in life, as they built my character, built my strength and made me more like He is. But I figured my gratitude for the Provo experience would probably come after I was dead. ;)
But! For the first time, I thanked Him for that awful, gut-wrenching experience. And I apologized that it took me seven years to express that gratitude.
Provo shattered me.
And I am grateful it did.
P.S. That little peach named Friday is making his appearance tomorrow. :)