"Great are thy tender mercies, O Lord" Psalms 119:156

1. Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.Leave to thy God to order and provide;In ev’ry change he faithful will remain.Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav’nly FriendThru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
2. Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake To guide the future as he has the past.Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
3. Be still, my soul: The hour is hast’ning onWhen we shall be forever with the Lord,When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Doctrine and Covenants 101:16

Therefore, let your hearts be comforted concerning Zion; for all flesh is in mine hands; be still and know that I am God.

As I sat is the temple the words of this song came to mind. Then I read this scripture. They spoke peace to my mind and my heart. I couldn't wait to get a hymn book and really read the words. So today during the sacrament I read the word and again a quiet peace came over me. If that was not enough they musical number between the speakers was again this hymn. The Lord is truly on my side and he was making sure I understand it fully.

Quilting

I love to quilt. Today I helped my friend start a quilt. I am not sure if I was much help.

It did get me anxious to start quilting again. That same friend has the cutest baby and she recieved my favorite quilt. I guess it is really just a blanket because I ran out of time and just tied it. Here is a picture of it.

I can't wait to get started on the next project.

Clarification!!!

The last blog was not intended to be a bash on men. Ah this is why i should not blog. I start rethinking my words.

I am incredibly grateful for all the men in my life. Last night I had the opportunity to go with my enrichment group to the Salt Lake Temple to do Baptisms for the Dead. We had great support from the Priesthood holders in our ward. I am always impressed to see these guys step up and honor their priesthood. They are great guys and such an example to me. I think that is why the frustrations of my last blog exsist. Why because I know there are great guys out there I am surrounded by them.

So no bashing happening here. Just frustrations of life.

Be bold or sit at home?!?!

It seems over and over I am forced to either lay it on the line or just sit back wishing and hoping to no avail. Is there an in between that I am missing?
I meet nice guys, great guys that I just want to get to know better. However, the opportunity is never there unless I make it happen.
I hear stories of women who are married because they persisted, because they were bold. Which leads me to believe I should bet out there... I should tell them when I am interested... when I would like a friendship to be explored further.
I am not afraid of rejection well not completely. Yeah it hurts but I think it is healthy. It just seems that my decision tends to be should I tell him now or should I drag it out and get hurt later. So the obvious response would be you are going after the wrong guys. I don't think that is entirely true. Reason number one all the guys I have liked in the past have all been so different from each other is numerous ways. They have all been at different stages in their lives. There is no common thread. Reason number two well there is none the wording just flowed earlier.
How do you know when one is worth persuing if it is not common anymore to get to know someone (date, curious concept). Do I really have to live from chance meetings week to week.
OR should I just get out there let my heart break over and over. Is there hope these days that one day my heart wont break but will be buoyed up by another.

I can't believe I am considereing posting this, it is what is on my mind.

Could it really be that simple.

So about three or four years ago my dad recorded a TV show for my sisters and I. I can't remember what it was called. It took three different types of women and they taught them how to find their perfect husband. We use to watch it each week with another friend. That friend got married I will have to ask her if the show helped her. If it did then maybe I should find the tapes and re watch it.

So today I was chatting with my dad. He told me guys are all the same and very simple His words were 'we are like dogs, we run in packs and we like treats.' response to that was, yes but we have been told not to hand out treats because then the guys come around for the wrong reason. His next comment made me laugh. 'Dogs can be trained not to beg.' So then he goes on to reccommend another TV show for me. Are you ready for it... The Dog Whisperer... yup the show about the guy that teaches dog owners how to manage their dogs. I love that show it is very informative but I don't have a dog.

So I am left to think am I over thinking the whole dating process. Can it really be a simple as the dog whisperer makes it with his pack of dogs. I will be watching that show for the next few weeks and I will get back to you. Okay, I really propably will not. I will stick with my new found favorite show. Cupid, it is teaching me to be bold.

I just don't blog

I am not good at getting on here and letting everyone know what I am up to. I was doing so good till my computer crashed. Now I have a computer and little time I guess.
I will say my life has been so full and wonderful the past few months. In January it turned into a whirlwind but I tell ya I loved it. (of course looking back I can say that). My dear sister moved to Salt Lake in January that same week I started back at school and we were trying to move into a new place. I can still remember that week, my plate was so full, I was so happy but I couldn't find a way to get any of it done. I received a blessing from the greatest home teachers ever. I was reminded I am capable of greatness and I did not have to do anything on my own (and I can not do it with out the influence of the Lord). Now 4 and a half months later I am astounded at what I have accomplished. I filled my plate with even more and I got it all done (grades still pending).
Chemistry my biggest enemy. I took a chemistry class 5 years ago. I remember I loved it and I was hoping I would feel the same about this Bio/organic chemistry class I had to take. I did not it kicked my butt. It is the only class I need to get into the BSN (Bachelor of Nursing) program at the University of Utah. Hopefully I passed so I can move on and take classes in the area of study I love. Nursing. Which brings me to the application process that was a nightmare. I am applying to an online program at the U for registered nurses going on to get a Bachelor degree. The application was not that bad. It was the darn Essay that killed me I am not a writer as you guys can see from reading my blog. I had to write a paper on why a degree in nursing would help me further my career and reach my goals. Transcripts were a nightmare I will not go into detail on that accept to say THANK YOU MOM FOR YOUR HELP!!!! It was rough but I got it done. Now I am just waiting to hear if i have been accepted.
I am the Second Counselor in the Relief Society of my singles ward. I love this calling. It challenges me. I have enjoyed more than ever the friendships I have developed in the ward with the sisters. They are all such amazing women with so much to offer. Though at times I feel inadequate and unsure of what my role is... I love it.
Work has been a challenge while I have been in school. I know most of you will laugh and maybe get angry that I am admitting this. But it was a challenge to me all the same. I have never had to work a full time job and go to school. This semester I took one 4 credit class and worked. It killed me. Nursing is hard on you. Usually I only work three days then have four off. However, my school schedule caused me to have to work odd combinations of hours. Some weeks I just did not make my hours. I think that was the stressful part, knowing I was not getting my time in each week. I decided my class was what was important my paycheck would have to suffer for now. This week I am back to my three twelve hour shifts, I am so excited. I do work with some amazing people that teach me everyday along with the amazing patients.
I has a weird blessing come this year. I was playing basketball with the single adult region. I strongly dislike basketball. When I was eight I played on a team with my older sister. The coach ruined the game for me. He use to grab my arm and drag me to the position I was to play. I think he yelled a lot. I was telling Monica about how it scarred me and she said she remembers he scared her too and she was just watching our games. So any way my friends convinced me to play. I had one good game with a different ward. When it was actually my ward turn to play 3 minutes into the game I went up for what would have been a sweet rebound and came down on someones foot and rolled my ankle. It swelled up immediately and has cause me pain for a good 14 weeks. I am finally playing other sports but have to be careful cause it flairs up really easily. The blessing part... I started going to the gym. I love it, I feel so energized and healthier. Usually and injury pulls you away from the gym but me it pushed me to it. I am in love with the bike I spend all my time on it. Eventually I will venture to other gym equipment but for now the bike and I have a good thing going on.
From that last statement one can probably guess how the dating scene is going. No need to talk about that.

All in all these last 4 months have been awesome. I absolutely love having Monica here in Salt Lake with me. I am excited for all I am accomplishing.

Sorry I need to blog more often so these wont be so long.