Like carrying rocks,
my back bends
beneath the heavy
load of details
I can barely move,
and my mind whirls
in a haze of exhaustion,
Unable to go on,
I empty out my bulging pack.
What must I return?
Care for self, family, and home
can not be omitted.
but my husband has mercifully
stepped up to help carry part of the load.
There are relationship, visiting teaching,
missionary, ward, and family history
details I desire to do,
but only the most precious can be returned.
Examining the remaining pile,
and knowing my load is already full,
I accept that this is a time for