UM. EMILY. HELLO.

So, I have what I like to call a stupid wrist and because I have a stupid wrist, I can't play the violin, which is annoying cause THAT'S WHY I'M HERE. But I've learned that God has this tendency to talk to us in lots of different ways even when we have stupid wrists and empty hearts due to such things. Wanna hear an example? Here:

Thursday morning. I wake up at 8:03. Class starts at 8:10. I arrived at 8:09. Please, please, save your applause for later.

Yes, I looked as if I had gotten ran over by a truck on the way to class, but it's fine, cause I was totally on time.

But, even though I was on time, and even though it was a lovely day outside, and even though I was brave enough to ride the elevator, I was still feeling annoyed at frustrated and confused because of my stupid wrist and rough nights and other things that can make my life hard and I felt kind of like this: "I JUST WANT TO GET BACK IN BED BECAUSE MY AWAKENING THIS MORNING WAS FAR TOO ABRUPT."

But then I had a thought. (God's pretty good at putting those in my head when I really need them.) I decided to make two lists. One of things I couldn't change in my life, and things I could change in my life.

(Only MAYBE I was making these lists during class.)

On the first list, I had things like my stupid wrist is being stupid, I couldn't do what I do best, I woke up 7 minutes before class, I looked like that truck that had run over me that morning was actually for real, it was a rough night the night before, I had just gotten a C- on a stupid test, blah, blah blah. Ultimately, I had about 7 or 8 things on that list.

On the second list, though, I couldn't stop writing. I could actually get ready for the day (wait, what?), I could eat breakfast, I could sing out loud (this is real life. no need to make fun.), I could talk to my two very best of friends: Henry and Melissa, I could read my scriptures, I could pray to God, I could dance (also real life.) I could heat up my stupid wrist, I could take medicine for my stupid wrist, the list went on and on and on and on and on. Just a bunch of things that I could change in my life that could make it better.

After class got out at 9:25, I ran upstairs and started to dig into my list. I sang out loud and danced while I got ready for the day. I prayed to God and I walked to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. I sat on a comfy little couch with my strawberries, muffin, and hot chocolate, and pulled out my computer to listen to a conference talk. I listened and I ate and I already felt so much better. Things were already looking a little up.

Quick side note: Once I had written on my list "talk to Henry boy and Melissa", I didn't think much of it, cause I've never actually seen them on Thursday mornings, cause we have different schedules. I was already feeling so much better, I didn't think of that one on my list.

God did, though.

Right as President Holland said, "Amen", I looked to my right and saw Henry walking towards me. He sat down and we talked for a few minutes and my mind didn't even process that God was practically yelling at me that he had been watching over my shoulder in class that morning and was helping me accomplish every last one of my things on my list. We just talked like normal, when all of the sudden, he said, "Hey, look! There's Melissa!" Lo and behold, there's Melissa getting her breakfast. She comes over, and we talk, and my mind still doesn't hear God up there saying, "UM. EMILY. HELLO."

Then, Melissa had to go to class, and Henry had to go to class, and I had to go to physical therapy, and that was that.

It wasn't till, oh, about dinner time that I finally got it. I pictured God sitting on His throne up there laughing and shaking His head saying, "Didn't see that one comin', did ya?"

Nope, I sure didn't. But, boy am I glad that He took the time to remind me through two real live angels that He's there for me and He hasn't forgotten about me, even if I do have a stupid wrist.

He's there. He's watching. He's taking care of us. He showed me through two people who mean the world to me, and He'll show you through whatever makes you smile, even if you have a stupid wrist or you have a rough night or you get a C- on a stupid test like me. I promise it!