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Trials and Tears.

Bad days are bad and bad weeks are even worse. I think i'm at this point where I'm really starting to miss home so everything else seems to be falling apart. Things such as the bathroom door breaking off, hitting my head on the freezer door, having long days at work, and getting used to being around 5 other girls is a LOT of work. Okay, don't get me wrong. I LOVE my roommates. I adore each and every one of them but my whole life I've grown up with brothers so being around this many girls all the time is an adjustment for sure. So even though things aren't going the greatest, I still am so lucky. I feel like these trials are strengthening my testimony of Christ each and every day because I know he is always there for me and he has been through much, much worse. The fact about trials is we don't get to choose them. Sometimes we bring them upon ourselves by the decisions and choices we make, but most of the time trials hit us and it's hard to understand why. We struggle, we ache, we get sick, we lose our faith, we have a bad day at work, we say mean things, we lose sight of the positive things in life and end up focusing on the negative. What an awful place to be in life. Sometimes all we need is to just sit back and focus on the now. Today is a great day. It is full of beauty, love, and joy. The trick is, the day will be whatever you make it to be. Focus on the positive, let go of the negative, and enjoy the life you are given. Pray often and I promise trials will get easier and your burdens will be lighter. Strengthen those around you with love and compassion. Be the good in the world, and make each day better than the day before. 


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