This Crazy Thing We Call Life!

This last weekend I had the opportunity to hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing one of my favorite hymns, "Come Come Ye Saints," and as I was sitting there listening I was overwhelmed with gratitude for a line in the song and a lesson I continue to learn.  "And should we die, before our journey's through? Happy day, all is well." How incredible were the early saints of the church? To have the faith to understand that regardless of the situation, when you put your trust in the Lord "all is well."  My eyes welled up with tears (surprised anyone? yeah I didn't thinks so!) and I thought about all the crazy things that have been on my mind lately and everything that was driving me crazy, stressing me out or making me worried. I thought about the whirlwind of a summer that I have had and about everything that is going to be changing in the next six weeks. And I thought about opportunities missed and opportunities taken. And then I thought o

Dear Moms, I will admit right away that I am not a mother, nor will I be in the foreseeable future. And so along with that I certainly will not pretend that I know what it feels like to have that role. Sure I've grown up with younger siblings to watch out for and had relationships in my life where I have cared so deeply for someone that at times it hurt. I've had to defend those around me and I've been defended by special individuals who probably have no clue what their efforts meant. In short, I feel like I've had small glimpses of what it will be like to be a mom, but I firmly believe that the only way to understand the love, sacrifice and worry that comes along with motherhood is to take on the role yourself. And that is why on this day set aside to celebrate you, and with my own mother five states away, I write this. A letter to you, the unsung heroines of our society. A letter to mothers. To My Own Mother, I wish to say thank you! Thank you for teaching me th

I have missed this. It seems to me that the best ideas come when you are not in a position to utilize them. The shower, or my bed when I am trying to sleep. So I quickly jot them down in my phone or make a mental note in my brain and then move on with my day, very rarely getting around to actually making them concrete and putting them down in words. Last night was no exception to this rule of thumb. I got home from work around 12:30 and while I only wanted my bed and a nice warm blanket, I knew that a shower would probably be best and so I put off sleep for a little bit longer and hopped into the shower. While sleep-shampooing my hair, I thought about how once again in my life things were about to change. Now it's not like I haven't been here eaten this bowl of ice cream before! Because trust me I have! You would think I would be used to it by now actually! It seems that each time I get used to things they start to change. It's not fun or easy necessarily, but it kee

It’s been a long time since we last visited. Sometimes life gets crazy and things get pushed aside. And when that happens, as much as I love writing this blog, this is one of the things that gets put on the back burner. A lot has changed, a lot has been learned, a lot has been enjoyed, and a lot has been loved. Since this summer when I last posted I have changed my major, changed jobs twice, changed where I live, who I spend time with, where I go. I ended my A-Team summer and I got hired on for another year of the best thing in my life. I’ve been healthy and I have been sick. I drove to California on a little bit of a whim and I have traveled home. I welcomed home my best friend from her mission and sent my sister out on hers. I have laughed and loved and felt sorrow and picked myself back up again. I have met knew people and learned of their lives, their stories. I have talked and I have listened. In short, I have lived.