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March has never had any particular love in my heart. It's still winter, it's not quite spring yet. I don't have a birthday in March. As far as my life has gone March has never been interesting...as far as I've been aware. March 12 has been a pretty eventful day according to my timehop app. The whole timehop app is something I have purely to see all the hilarious FB posts I posted when I was 16 and to see old pictures from High School. Today I haven't been feeling the best. I came home and plopped myself on the couch and decided I needed a break. I opened the app and finally found a reason to love March. Three years ago I was in Utah visiting with my mom for my cousin Rachel's wedding. On March 12 my mom and I went to the admissions office at BYU to see how my credits would transfer and all that jazz. Little did I know that the following August I would move to Utah, and the following October I would be accepted into BYU to pursue my bachelors degree in elementary ed. I didn't remember visiting BYU until I read the post that I had written on my FB. One year ago on March 12 I was praying and making drastic life decisions. I was trying to decide if I should student teach, or interview for an internship position. I never would have imagined that a year later I will have almost completed my internship experience. These past few years I have relied heavily on the knowledge that my Heavenly Father knows the plan he wants for my life. I have relied on prayer more than ever, and I have learned to put my trust in His plan. It hasn't always been easy, but I can honestly say today it has been worth it. I am grateful for my testimony of Jesus Christ. I am grateful for the blessings and the opportunities I have had in my life. I am so lucky.

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