Oh how I loveeeee my Utah summer trips. They are filled with adventure, laughter, family, tears, hurt, comfort, and most of all it's full of LIFE. It's my home away from home. I love the quiet days with sunny afternoons. I love the ability to read a good book outside without getting sticky from the humidity. I love my cousins sense of hope. We are three girls who are struggling in our own ways and when we're together it's like a puzzle who has reached it's potential. I love my Rachel's STRENGTH, I love my Carly's HOPE. I love my grandparents and their simple life. I love this place, but I do miss home. Florida has half of my heart, and it most likely always will. My mother needs me, and quite frankly I need her. This is my time to take time for ME, and to understand myself in ways I can't back home. (:
Well Folks, it's been exactly 102 days since my car left home and headed out west. Each day that I'm away from home I discover more about myself, my relationships, and my Heavenly Father. It's hard to place a time or a date to your life changing especially when it happens over a period of time and through many hard lessons. Now more than ever I realize the importance of relying on my Heavenly Father in all times, in all things, and in all places. I have such a testimony of the love my Savior gives me. He is my constant companion and he is my everything. At times things can get dark and things can get lonely. During these moments of trial we too often forget our divine worth. We were all sent here with a unique and special plan. We were destined for greatness and we were destined to allow ourselves to achieve that divine potential. I have learned to never give up on my Savior, because when I don't give up on him I don't give up on myself. These past 102 days have...
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