Expectation≠Reality.

At the beginning of this summer I was anxious about the decisions I had made. I had so desperately wanted to stay in Rexburg to work and live with friends. But after praying, fasting, pleading, and applying for a few jobs, I knew in the depths of my soul that I belonged in California for the summer. And in the family ward, no less! So I did what I knew was right, hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

The other day, I was reading back in my journal when I came across a note I made at a class I attended at Women's Conference: "The plan that the Lord has for me is a lot better than what I could have planned for myself." I laughed. I knew that was right when I wrote it down, but now I really know and feel just how true this is. I planned for one full time job and maybe the occasional outing with friends--like last summer, but without the crushing depression.

What I got was my old part-time job back. Opportunities to serve. An internship at Upland City Hall--I start as soon as they finish my background check. The hardest calling I've ever had. Long and frequent visits with sweet new friends. My life at this point is so beyond what my wildest hopes for it were as I left Rexburg. I'm so blessed. And I've got a feeling that it will only get better.