Today I was reminded of high school. Coming home from my classes and work, I had to unlock the front door. Very rarely have I ever had to do this. Walking in, the apartment was silent, the lights were off - I am alone. I had some food, put some dishes in the dishwasher, checked the mail and got in the shower. My shower is over, the apartment is still quiet and empty. I don't mind being alone. But it's odd because it doesn't really happen when you live with five other girls in a college town in a complex made up of college students. Called to remembrance are my years in high school when I came home to an empty apartment. I miss my family.
It would not be a trial of our faith if our faith was not actually tried. Trials are essential, obviously, but how much of a trial can it really be if all the time we feel His guiding hand and Comforting presence? Can those really be considered trials? Today I am officially a third year medical student. Reflecting over the last two years, I want to take a moment to write down my thoughts. As a missionary, when the Spirit said I would be going to medical school it was a huge relief. I had struggled up to that point to really know what to do with my life. I knew I wanted a good career, a steady paycheck, a job that I loved. I knew I wanted to work outside the home, make a difference, help people. But I didn’t know exactly what that looked like for me until that moment in Virginia. And when I got home and got to work researching and then putting into action all that would be required to be accepted into a medical school in the US I had multiple moments of doubt. Heavy doubt. But I p...
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