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Trusting the Lord

I've been thinking a lot today about what a crucial point in my life that I'm at right now. I am on my own for the first time in my life. As my former YW president, Sister Hatch, told me before I left for BYU, college is the one time in your life where you really get to discover who YOU are. You are independent, away from your family and are responsible for all of your own decisions. You get to choose what your major is, what classes to take, how to spend your time, and the list just keeps on going. I just completed the process of applying to a very difficult degree program, Music Education. It is probably one of the most competitive programs at BYU. I turned in my application on Wednesday, and have since then been worrying on and off about whether or not I will be accepted. Today as I was sitting in church, I was thinking about all of this. All of a sudden, and overwhelming feeling of peace came over me. I knew that it was my Heavenly Father assuring me that everything was going to be just fine. I am going to major in SOMETHING, even if I'm not accepted into this program.

I just find it truly amazing that there are billions of people on this planet and Heavenly Father knows and loves each one. College is amazing, don't get me wrong, but it's definitely not always easy. There have been and still are times when I feel overwhelmed, stressed, alone, and worried about the future. In my Book of Mormon class the other day, we talked about how time is a concept created by us on Earth. Time does not exist to the Lord. He has a plan for each and every one of us. He sees us not just as who we are right now, but who we have been and who we will become. It is just amazing to me to know that I have a Heavenly Father who has a specific plan just for me. He knows me better than I know myself. I know that if I don't get accepted into the program, I will be disappointed. It's natural. However, I know that my Heavenly Father has a plan for me. Everything really does happen for a reason. The reasons may not be evident to us immediately as much as we may want them to be, but they are completely evident to our Father in Heaven. It could be that he wants us to learn something from our setbacks. It may also be that the plan that he has for us is different from the plan that we have for ourselves. I am the kind of person who doesn't like surprises. I like to have everything planned out and know exactly what is coming. That is just not how life works, though. I am really learning to trust in the Lord and his plan that I know without a doubt that he has for me. Maybe I will be accepted into this major, maybe I won't, but the point is that my Heavenly Father is watching out for me. He is mindful of my struggles. He knows my strengths and he knows my weaknesses. I also know that he gave me the gift of music for a reason. He wouldn't have given me this gift without providing ways for me to use it to serve him and those around me. I am learning to put my full trust in the Lord and his plan for me. I know my Heavenly Father loves me and wants me to be happy. I am so grateful for the knowledge of the Gospel that I have and it blesses my life each and every day.

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