1: Respect your teachers. Not only do you have a better chance of getting a good grade, but you learn how to be an adult. Listen and learn in class. If you don't get it, go in after class and get help. Say thank you at the end of class. Don't fall asleep in class (my biggest struggle in class haha!). Turn in your assignments with good handwriting. Always smile in class.
2: Sleep enough at night. Like 8 hours. Or more if you can!! And no, not by missing first period, by going to bed at 10 instead of 1. You focus and energy throughout the day are so much better if you're well-rested.
3: Have a healthy breakfast every morning. It doesn't have to be a 5- course meal, just a banana and peanut butter and a glass of orange juice. I promise early morning seminary will be SO much more bearable.
4: Pray every night. I don't care what religion you are. Pray every night. Count your blessings, tell the big man upstairs what's bothering you, and ask for help. Tell Him how much you love Him. Even if you're REALLY not feelin it, pray every night.
5: Be kind to everyone. I'm not saying you have to go out of your way all day every day to do something nice for everyone you see. I'm saying you should smile at people when you make eye contact in the hall. I'm saying you should tell the girl that had the solo in the choir concert how well she did, even if you've never even spoken to her your life. I'm saying you should ask how someone's day's been and then genuinely listen to their answer. Just be kind.
High school is hard. Academically, physically, emotionally, spiritually. It's a learning experience, the whole 4 years. But never give up. It's gets better. Keep on going.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
I'm a mess.
I woke up late again today. I think that makes 643 days this semester. Or something like that.
That stupid natural sign on my theory homework tripped me up again today, even though I had JUST learned how to handle them.
Yesterday made the kagillionth day in my life I didn't exercise, even though it was on my to-do list.
I think I have 3, maybe 4 full outfits on my floor right now. As in, since Sunday happened I haven't cleaned them up.
Also, my bed isn't made. And I think my poor Ducky got to spend another day stuffed under the mess of comforter and sheets and pillows at the end of my bed.
M&M's are still my favorite, even though my favorite should probably be celery or something.
My best friend lives in Mexico, and as much as I love reading her letters and writing her back, I can't help by feel hurt in my heart every time I do because I can't just call her and tell her hiandiloveyou.
Our perfect housing plan for sophomore year fell through, so now we have to try for Plans B, C, and D, and maybe E will end up being the one, where I sleep on a cot in a practice room.
Laundry? Meh. Tomorrow.
Oh... you mean that homework. Yeah, about that...
I'm a mess.
Oh, but yesterday, I listened to my favorite Inspiring Commencement Speech (because it's actually a real live obsession in my life, Inspiring Commencement Speeches) while I iced my wrists.
And my wrists don't hurt so much no more.
And I got to play in studio class yesterday for the second time since my wrists are a little better, and my teacher said, "Bravo!" at the end.
I figured out that I can actually fly home 5 days earlier than I thought I was going to be able to, so that means I'm coming home in T minus 38 days.
You should see the blossoms on the trees in Tennessee. You'd die.
Oh goodness I listened to Oistrakh play Brahms today, and my heart grew a little bit.
I only wore a jacket with my outfit today. No, not a coat, no not a parka, and no not 3 coats, a parka, 2 scarves, 6 pairs of socks, and 4 paris of gloves. Exciting news!
I found my favorite chapstick that was hiding at the bottom of my purse the other day and like YAY!
I got a package in the mail today from someone that I love that apparently loves me, too, and so much happiness came because of it.
I got to play with 10-month-old Amelia May for like 6 hours on Sunday and it was the best thing, mostly because I love babies with my whole heart.
Yeah, I wake up late a lot, I sometimes (a lot of times) don't clean my room, and I miss my best friend like h-e-double-hockey-sticks. But those things pale in comparison to all the happy I have in my life, to all the peace, and love, and worth-it I have in my life.
I'm a mess. A happy, peaceful, loved, worth-it mess.
That stupid natural sign on my theory homework tripped me up again today, even though I had JUST learned how to handle them.
Yesterday made the kagillionth day in my life I didn't exercise, even though it was on my to-do list.
I think I have 3, maybe 4 full outfits on my floor right now. As in, since Sunday happened I haven't cleaned them up.
Also, my bed isn't made. And I think my poor Ducky got to spend another day stuffed under the mess of comforter and sheets and pillows at the end of my bed.
M&M's are still my favorite, even though my favorite should probably be celery or something.
My best friend lives in Mexico, and as much as I love reading her letters and writing her back, I can't help by feel hurt in my heart every time I do because I can't just call her and tell her hiandiloveyou.
Our perfect housing plan for sophomore year fell through, so now we have to try for Plans B, C, and D, and maybe E will end up being the one, where I sleep on a cot in a practice room.
Laundry? Meh. Tomorrow.
Oh... you mean that homework. Yeah, about that...
I'm a mess.
Oh, but yesterday, I listened to my favorite Inspiring Commencement Speech (because it's actually a real live obsession in my life, Inspiring Commencement Speeches) while I iced my wrists.
And my wrists don't hurt so much no more.
And I got to play in studio class yesterday for the second time since my wrists are a little better, and my teacher said, "Bravo!" at the end.
I figured out that I can actually fly home 5 days earlier than I thought I was going to be able to, so that means I'm coming home in T minus 38 days.
You should see the blossoms on the trees in Tennessee. You'd die.
Oh goodness I listened to Oistrakh play Brahms today, and my heart grew a little bit.
I only wore a jacket with my outfit today. No, not a coat, no not a parka, and no not 3 coats, a parka, 2 scarves, 6 pairs of socks, and 4 paris of gloves. Exciting news!
I found my favorite chapstick that was hiding at the bottom of my purse the other day and like YAY!
I got a package in the mail today from someone that I love that apparently loves me, too, and so much happiness came because of it.
I got to play with 10-month-old Amelia May for like 6 hours on Sunday and it was the best thing, mostly because I love babies with my whole heart.
Yeah, I wake up late a lot, I sometimes (a lot of times) don't clean my room, and I miss my best friend like h-e-double-hockey-sticks. But those things pale in comparison to all the happy I have in my life, to all the peace, and love, and worth-it I have in my life.
I'm a mess. A happy, peaceful, loved, worth-it mess.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
I hadn't even thought about it.
Yesterday was a BIG day.
Why?
I'll tell you.
Yesterday was the first time in a really really really long time I've walked out of an elevator without even remotely thinking about the fact that I am usually scared out of my mind in elevators until I was OUT of the elevator.
Huge, right?
I don't really remember when or why this fear of mine first originated. I've not always been afraid. It used to not really be that big of a deal, but as I got older, it got worse, until I really couldn't ride an elevator without my heart racing, my breath fast, my knees shaking... I had to count the whole way. If I got to 100, THEN I was allowed to be scared. Usually I only got to about 25 or 30, so I never really freaked out. Just inside of me I did.
I would try SO HARD to be brave, it was just like physically impossible.
Oh. Also, I live on the 7th floor. The highest floor of any Freshman housing. When I figured this out on the first day of Vanderbilt, I figured it was God telling me to shape up and be brave. But I wouldn't be so easily persuaded.... I took those stairs every. single. day. Up and down and up and down! Yeah, it was probably good exercise, but every time I passed the elevator on my way to the stairs, I was reminded of this stupid fear I couldn't get over.
Then, one day I passed the elevator like normal, but this thought when through my mind: "Um. You should probably ride that." I stopped. I pondered. And then I said, "Meh. Tomorrow."
And so tomorrow, I did. I rode it two times. I rewarded myself with chocolate on the 7th floor both times. This was the beginning of my "Quest to get rid of my stupid fear that I hate and that needs to go away". The next day? I rode it 8 times. I was still scared out of my mind. But something inside of me had told me, "Um. You should probably ride that." Something really deep inside told me that without any force or persuasion or coaxing. And I had to do something about it.
And so I've ridden the elevator every day since then. Eventually, I could stop counting. Eventually, I didn't have to reward myself with chocolate, but simply with a sound mind. Eventually, my heart stopped racing, my breathing slowed down, and my knees stayed still. Eventually, I wasn't scared.
But I still thought about it. Every single time! I thought about how I should be scared or about how usually my knees are shaking or "I should probably warn this somewhat-nice-looking-stranger that I might grab his hand at any given moment during this ride".
But yesterday, I stepped out of the elevator and I realized,
I hadn't even thought about it.
5 months after that day that my little something told me to UM RIDE IT, I didn't even think about it.
"Don't quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late. Some don't come till heaven. But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. It will be alright in the end. Trust God and believe in good things to come."
--Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
Whether it's elevators, or taking tests, or chronic depression, God's there to help you out.
xoxo
Emily
Why?
I'll tell you.
Yesterday was the first time in a really really really long time I've walked out of an elevator without even remotely thinking about the fact that I am usually scared out of my mind in elevators until I was OUT of the elevator.
Huge, right?
I don't really remember when or why this fear of mine first originated. I've not always been afraid. It used to not really be that big of a deal, but as I got older, it got worse, until I really couldn't ride an elevator without my heart racing, my breath fast, my knees shaking... I had to count the whole way. If I got to 100, THEN I was allowed to be scared. Usually I only got to about 25 or 30, so I never really freaked out. Just inside of me I did.
I would try SO HARD to be brave, it was just like physically impossible.
Oh. Also, I live on the 7th floor. The highest floor of any Freshman housing. When I figured this out on the first day of Vanderbilt, I figured it was God telling me to shape up and be brave. But I wouldn't be so easily persuaded.... I took those stairs every. single. day. Up and down and up and down! Yeah, it was probably good exercise, but every time I passed the elevator on my way to the stairs, I was reminded of this stupid fear I couldn't get over.
Then, one day I passed the elevator like normal, but this thought when through my mind: "Um. You should probably ride that." I stopped. I pondered. And then I said, "Meh. Tomorrow."
And so tomorrow, I did. I rode it two times. I rewarded myself with chocolate on the 7th floor both times. This was the beginning of my "Quest to get rid of my stupid fear that I hate and that needs to go away". The next day? I rode it 8 times. I was still scared out of my mind. But something inside of me had told me, "Um. You should probably ride that." Something really deep inside told me that without any force or persuasion or coaxing. And I had to do something about it.
And so I've ridden the elevator every day since then. Eventually, I could stop counting. Eventually, I didn't have to reward myself with chocolate, but simply with a sound mind. Eventually, my heart stopped racing, my breathing slowed down, and my knees stayed still. Eventually, I wasn't scared.
But I still thought about it. Every single time! I thought about how I should be scared or about how usually my knees are shaking or "I should probably warn this somewhat-nice-looking-stranger that I might grab his hand at any given moment during this ride".
But yesterday, I stepped out of the elevator and I realized,
I hadn't even thought about it.
5 months after that day that my little something told me to UM RIDE IT, I didn't even think about it.
"Don't quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late. Some don't come till heaven. But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. It will be alright in the end. Trust God and believe in good things to come."
--Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
Whether it's elevators, or taking tests, or chronic depression, God's there to help you out.
xoxo
Emily
This is a really blurry picture of me in an elevator. She had to get it QUICK before it closed haha!
Monday, January 20, 2014
My little piece of heaven.
For me, it's beautiful music.
For someone else it might be a piece of literature, for another a painted masterpiece. For some it might be the scene at the top of a tall mountain, or for another watching a child speak his first word.
For me, it's beautiful music.
It's that thing that just really speaks to your soul. It's the language of your heart. It's whatever it is that thing that God put on earth for you that "gives you hope for a better world", that reminds you that good is still winning, that lets you touch heaven.
For me, it's beautiful music.
It's Beethoven's "Pathetique" or Ravel's "Bolero". It's the Finale of Mahler 1, or the 1st movement of the Herbert cello concerto. Or the 2nd movement of Dvorak's 9th or the 1st movement of Beethoven's Triple.
For me, it's beautiful music.
You know, God wants for us to be happy. "Men are that they might have joy"! We are here to have joy! And even when times are the very hardest of all, there are still wonderful pieces of literature, and there are still really tall mountains to climb, and there are still little children saying "Mama" for the first time ever. And there's still beautiful music. There's still heaven to touch and good to win and hope to feel. There are still smiles to give and smiles to receive. There are still sunrises to watch and hands to hold tight and walks to go on and there's still beautiful music.
What's your beautiful music? What is it that speaks to your soul? What is your heaven? Let it give you hope. Let it give you whatever it is you need to get up another day and try again. I promise there's some good waiting for you today. There's some hope waiting for you today. There's some heaven waiting for you today.
For me, it's beautiful music.
For someone else it might be a piece of literature, for another a painted masterpiece. For some it might be the scene at the top of a tall mountain, or for another watching a child speak his first word.
For me, it's beautiful music.
It's that thing that just really speaks to your soul. It's the language of your heart. It's whatever it is that thing that God put on earth for you that "gives you hope for a better world", that reminds you that good is still winning, that lets you touch heaven.
For me, it's beautiful music.
It's Beethoven's "Pathetique" or Ravel's "Bolero". It's the Finale of Mahler 1, or the 1st movement of the Herbert cello concerto. Or the 2nd movement of Dvorak's 9th or the 1st movement of Beethoven's Triple.
For me, it's beautiful music.
You know, God wants for us to be happy. "Men are that they might have joy"! We are here to have joy! And even when times are the very hardest of all, there are still wonderful pieces of literature, and there are still really tall mountains to climb, and there are still little children saying "Mama" for the first time ever. And there's still beautiful music. There's still heaven to touch and good to win and hope to feel. There are still smiles to give and smiles to receive. There are still sunrises to watch and hands to hold tight and walks to go on and there's still beautiful music.
What's your beautiful music? What is it that speaks to your soul? What is your heaven? Let it give you hope. Let it give you whatever it is you need to get up another day and try again. I promise there's some good waiting for you today. There's some hope waiting for you today. There's some heaven waiting for you today.
For me, it's beautiful music.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
2014, BABY.
Well, it sure has been a while, ain't it.
Don't worry, I'm still alive. I would like to point out, though, that I am now 18 1/2, which is a big deal. Sorry if you missed my dance party in my room that day. Everyone missed it, actually, because I only invited myself.
Anyway, let's get the real stuff!! I checked my Facebook the other day, and apparently I finished my first semester of college!! You see, I slept so much of Christmas Break, these details of my life escaped my little mind. The nice thing about college is you don't have to remember ANYTHING over Christmas Break. (I mean, I tried to remember how to play the violin and how to write my name, but that's about it.) All of my classes only last one semester and then they're DONE FOREVERRRRR. So basically my Christmas Break was spent emptying my brain of all this information and creating room to put a bunch more in this semester.
Now, I will say 5 highlights of my first semester at college. And then I will say 5 lowlights, just to balance things out a bit.
NUMBER ONE:
I learned how to ride elevators. One day, I was marching down the hallway on the way to the stairs, and I saw the elevator out of the corner of my eye. I thought, "I should ride that." It was the first time that I thought of this without forcing myself to think it. And then I thought, "Naw, tomorrow." But, I kept that little promise to myself! I rode it the next day TWO WHOLE TIMES. And the next day? 8 times. EIGHT. Now, I ride it every day :)
NUMBER TWO:
I soloed with the UTAH FREAKIN SYMPHONY! Which, I mean, for a little girl like me was a huge deal. I just walked out there in a bright red dress with two handsome boys and played my little heart out. And it was the very best 18 minutes of my entire little life. I really like my violin.
NUMBER THREE:
I read the whole Book of Mormon in 40 DAYS!!! I was terribly nervous that this goal of mine that I set on November 4th wouldn't actually happen, considering I've never read the thing in less than like a year and a half. But, real life says that I did it! I finished about an hour before my last final as a first semester college Freshman on December 14, 2013. My mind was in a good place and my time was prioritized especially a lot during those 40 days and that's what I attribute my being alive right now to. Otherwise, finals would have eaten me alive.
NUMBER FOUR:
I can, without paying extra money, eat M&M's at every meal if I so desire. They come in the Meal Plan. I think that's all that needs to be said.
NUMBER FIVE:
I've learned more in one semester of college than I have in my entire life, I think. I've learned how to do theory and how to sing DO RE MI style. I've learned how to deal with stupid wrists. I've learned how to read the Book of Mormon super duper quick. I've learned how to go to class even when I would rather sleep for about 46 hours. I've learned how to consistently be close to God. I've learned how to ride elevators, and love my mom even when she's 1,648 miles away, and even how to lower my bunk bed with a broken sledge hammer and no boys to help me. (Melissa and I are awesome.)
All in all, it was one heck of a semester.
Now, my lowlights.
NUMBER ONE:
I lost my favorite ring. Um, annoying.
NUMBER TWO:
I have to shower with shoes on every day. Gross.
NUMBER THREE:
I've lost my finger nail clippers twice now, which is stupid, because I always need to clip my finger nails. I'm on my third pair in this very moment.
NUMBER FOUR:
Laundry costs money. Real money.
NUMBER FIVE:
It's really cold today.
I think there was more good than bad, yeah? Here's to a new brand new semester. Starting in approximately 1 hour and 23 minutes. Night, y'all.
All my love,
Emily
Don't worry, I'm still alive. I would like to point out, though, that I am now 18 1/2, which is a big deal. Sorry if you missed my dance party in my room that day. Everyone missed it, actually, because I only invited myself.
Anyway, let's get the real stuff!! I checked my Facebook the other day, and apparently I finished my first semester of college!! You see, I slept so much of Christmas Break, these details of my life escaped my little mind. The nice thing about college is you don't have to remember ANYTHING over Christmas Break. (I mean, I tried to remember how to play the violin and how to write my name, but that's about it.) All of my classes only last one semester and then they're DONE FOREVERRRRR. So basically my Christmas Break was spent emptying my brain of all this information and creating room to put a bunch more in this semester.
Now, I will say 5 highlights of my first semester at college. And then I will say 5 lowlights, just to balance things out a bit.
NUMBER ONE:
I learned how to ride elevators. One day, I was marching down the hallway on the way to the stairs, and I saw the elevator out of the corner of my eye. I thought, "I should ride that." It was the first time that I thought of this without forcing myself to think it. And then I thought, "Naw, tomorrow." But, I kept that little promise to myself! I rode it the next day TWO WHOLE TIMES. And the next day? 8 times. EIGHT. Now, I ride it every day :)
NUMBER TWO:
I soloed with the UTAH FREAKIN SYMPHONY! Which, I mean, for a little girl like me was a huge deal. I just walked out there in a bright red dress with two handsome boys and played my little heart out. And it was the very best 18 minutes of my entire little life. I really like my violin.
NUMBER THREE:
I read the whole Book of Mormon in 40 DAYS!!! I was terribly nervous that this goal of mine that I set on November 4th wouldn't actually happen, considering I've never read the thing in less than like a year and a half. But, real life says that I did it! I finished about an hour before my last final as a first semester college Freshman on December 14, 2013. My mind was in a good place and my time was prioritized especially a lot during those 40 days and that's what I attribute my being alive right now to. Otherwise, finals would have eaten me alive.
NUMBER FOUR:
I can, without paying extra money, eat M&M's at every meal if I so desire. They come in the Meal Plan. I think that's all that needs to be said.
NUMBER FIVE:
I've learned more in one semester of college than I have in my entire life, I think. I've learned how to do theory and how to sing DO RE MI style. I've learned how to deal with stupid wrists. I've learned how to read the Book of Mormon super duper quick. I've learned how to go to class even when I would rather sleep for about 46 hours. I've learned how to consistently be close to God. I've learned how to ride elevators, and love my mom even when she's 1,648 miles away, and even how to lower my bunk bed with a broken sledge hammer and no boys to help me. (Melissa and I are awesome.)
All in all, it was one heck of a semester.
Now, my lowlights.
NUMBER ONE:
I lost my favorite ring. Um, annoying.
NUMBER TWO:
I have to shower with shoes on every day. Gross.
NUMBER THREE:
I've lost my finger nail clippers twice now, which is stupid, because I always need to clip my finger nails. I'm on my third pair in this very moment.
NUMBER FOUR:
Laundry costs money. Real money.
NUMBER FIVE:
It's really cold today.
I think there was more good than bad, yeah? Here's to a new brand new semester. Starting in approximately 1 hour and 23 minutes. Night, y'all.
All my love,
Emily
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Be happy cause Jesus loves you.
Oh, you know, just on my way to the Rite Aid down the street, just like any ol' day. It's pretty cold outside, so I'm all bundled up in my coat and have my hands stuffed in my pockets. I'm shivering, of course, because I'm pretty sure it's like a disorder I have or something, how much I shiver and all. I'm standing there waiting for a kagillion years for that orange hand to turn into a blue, florescent person in a walking stance. Quite frankly, I'm thinking about very little. I'm just being.
I see this man walking down the sidewalk out of the corner of my eye. He looks tired, and probably really hungry, and like he hadn't showered in a little too long, and maybe even a little unsure about where his bed was gonna be that night. I didn't think much of him, he was just goin on his way like I was goin on mine. When all the sudden, as he was passing me, he looked at me and he said,
him: "Now don't you go on lookin so depressed now!"
*I jumped SO HIGH when he started talking. Like I probably scared the livin daylights outta the poor guy.*
me: "Oh! Uh, sorry! Yeah, I'm happy!"
him: "Jesus loves you! Jesus loves you so much and you never forget that!! Okay? You never forget that!"
me: "Okay! Yeah, thanks! Yes, He does! Thank you!"
him: "He gave His soul for you on that cross, and you never forget that! You never forget how much He loves you! He loves you so much! Be happy cause Jesus loves you!"
me: "Yes, yes, He does! Thank you!"
him: "You know, I'm Baptist, but I know that Jesus loves you! And I love you!"
*he proceeds to shake my hand vigorously*
him: "I love you so much! And you have a good day!"
me: "Thank you! You have a good day, too!"
To be honest, it was one of the weirder experiences I've had upon coming to Nashville. But even this tired, probably really hungry, not terribly clean, and might be sleepin on a park bench tonight guy… yeah, even he knows what's most important. What's very most important is that "Jesus loves you and that I love you". In the end, it doesn't really matter how much money you got, or how big your wardrobe is, or how smart you seem to the world. All that really matters is that Jesus loves you and I love you.
"I am Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who wasa crucified for the sins of the world, even as many as will b believe on my name, that they may become the c sons of God, even d one in e me as I am f one in the Father, as the Father is one in me, that we may be one."
-Doctrine and Covenants 35:2
I see this man walking down the sidewalk out of the corner of my eye. He looks tired, and probably really hungry, and like he hadn't showered in a little too long, and maybe even a little unsure about where his bed was gonna be that night. I didn't think much of him, he was just goin on his way like I was goin on mine. When all the sudden, as he was passing me, he looked at me and he said,
him: "Now don't you go on lookin so depressed now!"
*I jumped SO HIGH when he started talking. Like I probably scared the livin daylights outta the poor guy.*
me: "Oh! Uh, sorry! Yeah, I'm happy!"
him: "Jesus loves you! Jesus loves you so much and you never forget that!! Okay? You never forget that!"
me: "Okay! Yeah, thanks! Yes, He does! Thank you!"
him: "He gave His soul for you on that cross, and you never forget that! You never forget how much He loves you! He loves you so much! Be happy cause Jesus loves you!"
me: "Yes, yes, He does! Thank you!"
him: "You know, I'm Baptist, but I know that Jesus loves you! And I love you!"
*he proceeds to shake my hand vigorously*
him: "I love you so much! And you have a good day!"
me: "Thank you! You have a good day, too!"
To be honest, it was one of the weirder experiences I've had upon coming to Nashville. But even this tired, probably really hungry, not terribly clean, and might be sleepin on a park bench tonight guy… yeah, even he knows what's most important. What's very most important is that "Jesus loves you and that I love you". In the end, it doesn't really matter how much money you got, or how big your wardrobe is, or how smart you seem to the world. All that really matters is that Jesus loves you and I love you.
"I am Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who was
-Doctrine and Covenants 35:2
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Not your typical hiking experience...
Sometimes the mountains that we are given just seem way too big. And the fact of the matter is that they ARE too big, if we take them on alone. But if we allow God to help us out, any mountain in our path is a manageable climb. You just gotta make sure you're hikin with an expert.
Someday my stupid tendonitis-ed wrists will get better. Unfortunately, that day isn't day, and most likely won't be tomorrow, and probably won't even be any time this week, and it's a really big mountain for a little girl like me livin on the 7th floor of Hank Ingram House in Nashville, Tennessee to climb.
But God has a plan.
He knows better than me.
And I'm gonna be okay with that.
He'll help me climb up.
Actually, I think He'll have to drag me up because I'm not very strong and I run out of breath pretty easy. My "PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!" attitude doesn't last very long sometimes. But, I think He'll let me take water breaks where I'll call my mom and make the missionaries give me another priesthood blessing and eat yet another package of pretzel M&M's (It's a serious addiction. Like, SERIOUS.). Yeah, He'll let me take those breaks. But He'll also reach His arm out after a few minutes and say, "Alright, sista. Let's keep goin." And then someday, well, me and Him, we'll get to the top. And when when we do? I have a feeling there's gonna be one HECK of a view. And I'll be like a kagillion feet higher than I was before, which will be sweet.
So till then, I guess I'm just gonna keep holdin on to God's hand for dear life and do my best to climb up that mountain. Wish me luck?
Besides, I've always liked a good hike.
Someday my stupid tendonitis-ed wrists will get better. Unfortunately, that day isn't day, and most likely won't be tomorrow, and probably won't even be any time this week, and it's a really big mountain for a little girl like me livin on the 7th floor of Hank Ingram House in Nashville, Tennessee to climb.
But God has a plan.
He knows better than me.
And I'm gonna be okay with that.
He'll help me climb up.
Actually, I think He'll have to drag me up because I'm not very strong and I run out of breath pretty easy. My "PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!" attitude doesn't last very long sometimes. But, I think He'll let me take water breaks where I'll call my mom and make the missionaries give me another priesthood blessing and eat yet another package of pretzel M&M's (It's a serious addiction. Like, SERIOUS.). Yeah, He'll let me take those breaks. But He'll also reach His arm out after a few minutes and say, "Alright, sista. Let's keep goin." And then someday, well, me and Him, we'll get to the top. And when when we do? I have a feeling there's gonna be one HECK of a view. And I'll be like a kagillion feet higher than I was before, which will be sweet.
So till then, I guess I'm just gonna keep holdin on to God's hand for dear life and do my best to climb up that mountain. Wish me luck?
Besides, I've always liked a good hike.
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