Today has been a most fantastic day! This morning, I woke up early enough for breakfast and to do my hair - I even had an actual alarm clock! Yay! My guitar class went well, I am caught up and understanding. - Poor McKeenzie though, bf broke up with her, anyway - Then, I got JC's backpack sent off in time and got to wander in the bookstore :D After that I went home for a few hours and ate delicious chicken thanks to Rachel and got my homework done. My psych class was not as boring as it usually is, I didn't even fall asleep! *gasp* I know! And I got my test printed off to turn into my Criminal Investigation teacher tomorrow. Russian was fun because it wasn't Hard! Always a happy thing and I love the class because it's small and full of amazing individuals! THEN I went outside and... IT'S RAINING! I love it! Now all I need is a fire, a blanket, hot chocolate and a good book or a notebook and I'm set! December here I come!
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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