Deep Roots are Not Reached by the Frost

Tonight my roommate invited me to go watch an intramural soccer game her brothers and a few other girls and guys in the ward were playing. Normally I would have said no, but I decided to do something different with my day so I agreed to accompany them.  They played a great game (we won 6 to 3) and Audrey and I had a great conversation while sitting on the side lines watching them and their tricky foot work.  At one point I said, "I miss middle school!!" She laughed at me in reply, "I don't think I've EVER heard someone say that." You see, I played on a soccer team in middle school when my family lived in Maryland and I loved it a lot. Now I have a deep desire to play soccer again semi-well. It's one of those desires that always sits there down in my feet, never satisfied.  WHY?  Because I always psyched myself out by saying, "You'll get in their ways, they're all so much better than  you, you're going to make it so they don't h...

This morning I woke up and got ready for school.  A normal occurrence! There was a bit of a hiccup though, when I asked my roommate how warm it was outside.  She'd gone running so I figured she would have a good understanding of the current weather in Provo, you see.  The response was a happy one - "It's warm!" "Oh GLORY BE!! I don't have to wear my boots today!"  I promptly put away my socks and glance around for my most favoritest green ballet flats, but alas, a mere glance will not do and I end up throwing everything everywhere in search of my shoes.  I'm in dire need!  It's warm outside!! After some searching here, searching there, searching everywhere, I realize I should probably search somewhere I can't readily see.  So I look under the couch. Ta-da!! Just like magic, I found my shoes!  It's good practice for being a mom, yeah? I have to learn to find my own things before I can find all the articles of clothing, trinkets, toys...

an umbrella have i it is orange my umbrella is bent it appears as though from Dr. Seuss' imagination this umbrella's been broke iloveit my umbrella to keep because it'll work - umbrellas that stay keep me dry one umbrella brings joy when I dance with this umbrella as she plays on letting my umbrella carry me an umbrella in my possession i can hide behind its happiness but my umbrella can't hide my joy

I stumble out of my bed and drag myself to the mirror where I turn on the straightener begin straightening my hair.  The stiffness of my muscles has yet to catch up with my desire to look presentable.  Eventually I successfully look like a human being rather than a zombie and get some shoes, my backpack, and a coat then open the door. A yelp escapes my throat and I involuntary close the door, never having exited the apartment. Outside, there is snow falling down, down, down.  The quietness seems to mock my desire to be back in bed. I turn to my roommates and say with a pout, "It's snooooowwwwinnnngg."  I look down at my shoes, knowing they will not make it 2 minutes out in the world now being covered in white.  I can't find my boots though and class is starting in 2 minutes.  I'll already be late. Rachel hears my predicament and asks if I'd like to borrow her boots, but alas, they are too small.  I get a thought that maybe my boots are stored away ...

Tonight I made some final decisions after talking with a friend.  Hard final decisions. I wasn't looking forward to the rest of the evening after that.  Walking into the apartment I felt confident in my decisions, yet I felt a sense of loss.  I sat down at the table, sat there for a few minutes, then took a 20 minute nap until a Relief Society Activity I didn't really want to go to.  Lindsey came in, woke me up, and I dutifully got up because I wanted to support my Relief Society leaders.  I went to the Relief Society activity.  It was good, it was fun. Through out the activity I was victimizing myself and wanting pity. I ran home to grab some spoons for refreshments and when I walked into my apartment there stood, with Rachel and Ryan, two adults I had never seen before in my life.  I was on a mission though and I needed to get some spoons.  I quickly said hello and made my way to the kitchen when I found out that these two lovely people were R...

Alma 26:1-3 "My brothers and by brethren, behold i say unto you, how great reason have we to rejoice; for could we have supposed when we started from the land of Zarahemla that God would have granted unto us such great blessings?  And now, I ask, what great blessings has he bestowed upon us?  Can ye tell? Behold, I answer for you; for our brethren, the Lamanites, were in darkness, yea, even in the darkest abyss, but behold, how many of them are brought to behold the marvelous light of God! And this is the blessing which hath been bestowed upon us, that we have been made instruments in the hands of God to bring about this great work." - Ammon As I read this, my thoughts turned to asking, "Do I have great reason to rejoice since the time I have started from the commencement of college, and could I have supposed God would have granted unto me such great blessings? Can I recognize those blessings for what they are?" These questions immediately turned to a pivota...