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Finals and a heartfelt prayer.

I tried to find a funny eCard that could sum up my thoughts on finals but this picture was all I found and it ended up making me laugh. Finals week at BYU could be summed up in three words: stress, anxiety, relief. Stress while studying, anxiety while taking, and relief when they are over. Honestly, they haven't killed me. More than anything, it has made me forgetful and scattered. I feel like my mind is going a million miles an hour in a million different places trying to remember a million different things. I am surviving so far with the help of food and diet coke.

On another note, it would only be appropriate to share my thoughts on the Boston Bombings. When it happened, I didn't know anything had happened until my roommate told me. We watched the news and tried to make sense of it all. I wanted to know why. Then we watched the news all day when they had shut down Boston and the surrounding areas and waited and watched for this story to unfold even more. I was on a date when they finally got Suspect #2, alive. When I was driving home from the date a Rascal Flatts song came on and I listened to it and cried the whole way through (It's below). When bad things happen to America, America comes together. We witnessed this first-hand with 9/11 and we witnessed it again this past week. What a great country we live in. I am so grateful to those who fight for our freedom and who protect us when disaster strikes. I pray for the families who lost someone this past week. I pray for the injured. I pray for those who protected our country, and who worked diligently to capture the person who did this. I pray that we get answers and reasons why this event occurred. Through all of this I find peace and comfort in knowing that Heavenly Father has a plan for everyone. He has a plan for my life and I am so grateful to have the knowledge and testimony that I have of Him and Jesus Christ. I am grateful for this country. I am grateful I am safe, and I am grateful that tomorrow the sun will rise and it will be a new day. Evil still will always exist, but the light from one person can illuminate even the darkest of moments.


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