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Be strong and of a good courage

Today as I was referred to as a teacher by an underclassmen I realized how fast my life is flying by. It's like one day I was learning to tie my shoes and then all the sudden I'm almost a legal adult. I admit, I have not been the happiest camper lately, and honestly I have no good reason why. I found myself getting lost in the negative when I should have just looked around and seen the beauty in the world around me. I know I was put on this earth for a purpose. God knows what he's doing. I may not know how to solve a pre-calculus problem, I may not be good at any sport, I may not have the greatest eyes or the best body, but I am content with the way I am. I have a true heart and a sincere love for all the people I meet. I can make you laugh, even if I'm not feeling great. I can sing the "If you chance to meet a frown, do not let it stay. Quickly turn it upside down and smile that frown away. No one likes a frowny face, change it for a smile. Make the world a better place by smiling all the while" song until your ears bleed. I can bake you some cookies and I can show you my collection of hair accessories. Let's face it. Life is way to short to be unhappy. I know, I know. I'm not always positive. We all have our breakdowns and moments of emotional insanity, I just seem to have them more frequently. (: I love the fact that I can call my Savior my best friend. I love the fact that I know that he died for ME (and well you too, of course). What comfort this sweet sentence gives "I know that my Redeemer lives!" I know where I'm going, and I know how to get there. The road to happiness is narrow and sometimes it's so easy to falter and fall into the ways of the world. Be strong! Joshua 1:9 reads "Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee withersoever thou goest." He is with us ALWAYS! He loves me and I love him. I am honest to goodness a daughter of a king (:

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