You know how they say that life comes at you fast, yeah, we've really been experiencing that lately. Quite frequently actually.
About two weeks ago, we were driving to the temple, and when we stopped, we started looking for a pack of gum. We couldn't find the gum pack, so we looked in the glove box, only to discover that all of the papers we had in the car were gone. Not just- oh we misplaced them. Like- oh crap it's been stolen. We were going crazy that night trying to figure out how to handle this. Ok, more me than Michael. We finally called the police department, who had an officer come and take a report. He gave us a card with the case number on it, and said that if we should get pulled over in a routine traffic stop, that that should be good enough to say, "hey we really do have registration!" But that we could still get a ticket. Fabulous. Thankfully we haven't been pulled over yet, but I can't help but feel that we're kind of playing with fire on that one, so this coming Monday, we're going to go to the DMV, to get a copy of our registration. Thankfully, that won't take too much doing.
I started school again as well. I'm back at Provo College studying Medical Assisting. I kept feeling like there was something I was needing to do, which included being back in school. I was talking with Michael, and he said to go for it. I called the school on a Wednesday, and the very next day, I was in classes again. I feel absolutely grateful and amazed to have the opportunity to be back in school. I love learning, and I love teaching that which I learn to others.
Last night, (October first) Michael and I went to his mission reunion, and they had a testimony meeting. I started thinking about one of the missionary moments I've had that impressed me greatly. I was up in Salt Lake with, then my fiance (no not Michael. Long story.) and I felt very strongly that I should bring an extra Book of Mormon with me. Gratefully I listened to this feeling. We were in one of the museums there by the temple, looking at the Angel Moroni statue, and a lady asked if we could explain who he was, and why he was important. Immediately, I started explaining what I knew, and pulled out the Book of Mormon which I quoted. I asked her if I could leave the book with her. I remember the look of utter joy on her face as she took it from me, telling me that this was the greatest gift anyone had given her. I remember feeling the spirit so strongly as we were talking with her, and it really made me pause. I could feel how much love Heavenly Father had for her, and I could see how badly she had been looking for the truth. To be honest, it reminded me of when I was meeting with the missionaries. I knew, without any doubt, that this is the true church. I just had to get my mom to say okay to me being baptized. Which proved to not be that difficult after bearing my small testimony to her. I couldn't help but think about this woman last night, and where she was now. Did she continue on the path she was pursuing that day, or did she take a different path? Either way, I know that Heavenly Father loves her dearly, as he does for all of us.
So, yes, life has been coming at us rather rapidly, but somehow we're still chugging along. Together. We're doing everything we can to be there for the other, and to support and encourage the other. Sometimes we may stumble, but we always get back up, even if we need the support of other. I love Michael dearly, and am very happy in our marriage. It may not be perfect-our marriage that is- we have disagreements, and disputes. We have hard times. But we talk through them. We rely on each other, and especially Heavenly Father. I know that Heavenly Father is mindful of all of us, and our various hardships, and that he wants to help us, but we need to take the first step and ask for his help. I'm grateful for my life, the people in it, and the different steps I've taken to get where I am.
