Forget Not That the Lord Loves You

I absolutely LOVE this quote from President Uchtdorf's talk at the General Relief Society Meeting: "Sisters, wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love." It never ceases to amaze me that my Heavenly Father knows and loves me. The past few days, I have been feeling very discouraged about school. I get kind of stressed about my grades, and have a tendency to be a bit hard on myself, as we all are, when things don't go as well as I would have liked. Yesterday was a particularly discouraging day. I knew that remaining discouraged and wallowing in self pity would get me nowhere, so I prayed and asked my Heavenly Father to help me get over my discouragement and move on. As I was walking to our hall bathroom, I noticed that someone had taped the quote "forget not that the Lord loves you," to the mirror. I instantly felt a feeling of peace come over me, and just like that, my rough day was behind me. I am so grateful to know that the Lord knows me and loves me. He knew that I was feeling discouraged and wanted to help me get past it. All he wants his for his children to be happy, and I'm so grateful for his tender mercies in my life each and every day. I have relied on him more than ever in the month that I've been at college, and he has helped me and shown his love for me in more ways than I would have ever imagined possible! I am learning so much and am having the time of my life here at BYU! I love that I have the opportunity to learn from my professors and the people around me, and I feel my testimony being strengthened every day! I am so grateful for this inspired message from President Uchtdorf, it was just what I needed to hear! I want to encourage anyone who is reading this to "forget not that the Lord loves you!"

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