words of comfort

“That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude.”

- Joseph B. Wirthlin

when you think it's bad

there's a lot to be thankful for.

like these ladies.
especially the one on the far left


like this guy.
and his letter.


like this guy branticus
and his letter.


like the ducklings at the park.
you can't look at them and not smile.


like this song being number eleven on my cd.
eleven = my favorite number

and this song being fabulous.
and entitled one of my favorite names.

and this song.
for being beautiful.

blossoms

tender mercies of today:

peanut butter m&ms only $2.79 at smith's
i'm in love, and i needed them to study
whitney calling me, pleading for help with her art final
she helped me more than i helped her
i really needed whit leigh today
90% on my music final
remembering that i love art
emily, and her simple text:
"so i felt the baby kicking last night.
and once today."
being able to sleep for a few hours
i've been so exhausted
billy for courtney

warm weather
and the knowledge that someday,
things will be better than they were today.

rainy days and tuesdays sometimes get me down. but not this tuesday.

it's been a good day.

i missed the missionaries all the guys in this picturei met a tender mercy in the form of sterling from my ward who listened to me, understood, and didn't judge.

i almost locked the key to our key box in the key box at work today, proclaiming my idiocy to the world luckily it had fallen in a drawer

homework is relatively quiet this week, so it should be a relaxing (and potentially unproductive) week.

life is good. and there are only three more days until i get to see these glorious men.

happy fat tuesday.

*correction* fat tuesday is next week. my bad.

valentine's day miracle

miracles of today: the boyfriends of my roommates. those flowers with the index cards tied on them? there is a flower for each one of us with a personalized david/bryce original poem tied to it.


thanks gentlemen. i'm rooting for you.

espérer

lest my readers (all five of you) think that i've fallen into a big whirlpool of emo-like posts, here's a post that might break up the dolefulness of my blog lately. for the sake of my own sanity, though, i will no doubt go back to emo when the fancy suits me.

hope.

how beautiful is the word hope? simple in its syntax, yet evokes so many deep channeled, untangible emotion.

hope.

i recently didn't think i had much hope. silly, yes i still am trying to figure out how to include and find hope in my day to day existence, but it's there. in the form of the month of february au revoir, janvier

of my roommate, becs. of music

of president uchtdorf and the talk that i've listened to probably seven times since yesterday

there are many reasons to have hope. yes. i need to remind myself of that.


hey becs. if you ever need anything, i've probably got it in my backpack.