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A Simple Marked Verse.

      So Winter semester started Monday and I hate to admit it but there is no such thing anymore as an "easy" first day of class. By the time I walked home from campus I had about two hours worth of homework. Man, I love college. I could talk about all the details of my first week and what a crazy ride it has been but lately I've had a lot more on my heart that I think is time to put down in words.
      This first week back from Christmas Break has been one of the most challenging for me emotionally. I know that I will probably have the occasional meltdown for the rest of my life and I've come to terms with that but it just so happened that my biggest meltdown in MONTHS happened to happen on the first day of this semester. Lame, I know. So in the midst of my meltdown (I'm not ashamed to call it a meltdown) I turned to my scriptures and discovered the most beautiful verse that I had never heard before. For a quick backstory, my current Bible was my Grandma Forsyth's. When she passed away we were cleaning out her house and I came across her scriptures. My Bible was falling apart so when I moved to Utah I brought my grandma's Bible with me because hers was newer and was in much better condition. So here I was, flipping through my grandma's Bible looking at the verses she had highlighted with a traditional red colored pencil. I found myself in Proverbs (one of my most favorite books of scripture). I got to chapter 15 and she had marked verse 13 (Proverbs 15:13). This verse reads, "A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken."  This simple, short, sweet verse spoke to the entirety of my soul and I was instantly at peace. I know being a girl that meltdowns are destined to happen. I admit that I can be overly dramatic with certain situations. Sometimes my heart is saddened because of the choices and decisions I made that didn't turn out like I had planned. I find it interesting that in this particular verse of scripture that it has two "if-then" statements. If my heart is merry then I will have a cheerful countenance. If my heart is sorrowful then my spirit is broken. I had never taken into consideration that when I am hurting I could easily be hurting others simply because of my unhappy countenance. I also never took into consideration that when I dwell on the sorrows in my life that my spirit becomes broken and I become someone that no one wants to be around. We were put on this earth with agency that allows us to make our own choices. Heavenly Father loves us so much that he trusts you and I with the ability to make the choices that will put ourselves on the correct path to return to Him. This path can be hard but it also is a path that can be full of happiness, love, joy, and peace if only we make the choices to put us there. I am so blessed to be where I am. I am blessed to live where each day I laugh and I smile because of the people that surround me. I am blessed to be able to attend BYU where I can be built up by thousands of people who love Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father just as much as I do. I am blessed to be able to make my choices that will lead me back to my Father in Heaven. I am thankful for my sweet Grandma Forsyth and that through her being a faithful woman she helped me to realize how important my choices are, all by a simple marked scripture.

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