Good to be Home

Well I made it...one semester down. I wasn't always sure I was going to make it. I can't count the times I looked at all that I needed to do and the time left in the week and it would make me want to cry, and I'm not a crier. Some friends thought I was crazy to use my time the way I did. I can't blame them...I was terrified to do it myself. God would come first and I would just trust the rest would work itself out. And some how, by some miracle (and I do believe it was a miracle) I got through. He pulled me through.  By all worldly standards it doesn't make sense; I never should have got all accomplished that was accomplished. Things that I thought would make life harder turned out to be blessings in disguise. It was hard and I'm tired. But grateful, so very very grateful. I believe in a God of miracles because He was there with me everyday helping me do the impossible. I don't know why I ever doubt.
Man it's good to be home.


"...And again, be patient in tribulation until I come; and, behold, I come quickly, and my reward is with me, and they who have sought me early shall find rest to their souls."
D&C 54:1-6