This is a step out of the ordinary to post something so introspective and at this level of personal, but I've been hearing more people calling out for a mental break. Took my chances—maybe it'll be worthwhile for someone else.
The words I said:
Just finished hiking a trail in Schoodic, one of the parts of Acadia National Park in Maine. It’s an area I used to come to a lot as a kid with my family. I have a couple of aunts here and cousins and we used to come down here because it’s really close to their house. So it has a lot of special meaning to me.
I’m watching the fog roll in right now and there’s an island across the way. I can smell the salt air, see the different color blues and the whites; the golden color of the rocks. There are cliffs that come right down into the ocean and the waves crash up really high; really rocky beaches where you can hear the waves taking the rocks out and rolling them around, then pushing them back up onshore.
Sometimes I like to come down here, especially when I’m making a decision or faced with something difficult in my life, and watch the waves come in. It kinda reminds me that there is a power out there bigger than me. For me, that’s my Heavenly Father. People believe in many different forms and whatever that might be for you, sometimes it’s good just to remember that there are bigger powers out there than you.
It’s good to just go somewhere where you feel smaller. I discovered that first when I moved to Utah and I saw the mountains around me and how big they were. My idea was: If God can control these mountains and they obey, then He can take control of my life.
I feel the same way when I come down here to the ocean and think about how vast it is and how it shapes the earth and the coastline; that there are people on the other side of it. Sometimes you get really caught up in your life and forget that. It’s good to remember your significance and to remember that I’m small.