THE call (s)

Just in case you were wondering...
I received the beautiful white envelope from the presidency of the Church. Twice. Here is my official call, number 2. I can't tell you how excited I am to serve the Lord and learn more then most about the history of the church. I'll be frozen but I know I'm going to love Nebraska and the people there. My first call was Spanish speaking, which I've dreamed about for years now but Nebraskan may be just as challenging and I know with Heavenly Father's help, I can do ANYTHING.
Have questions about church history? Ask me in 6 months.
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Happy Trails To You.

I don't know if I've ever said how much I love running...

Oh wait, I have 29 bajillion times. Well, this is another one of those.

The other day I was running here:

(Lake Hodges)

I'd never run around Hodges before so when a friend of mine suggested it, I jumped at the opportunity. The mountain was rough but the view at the top was worth it (Kind of like life huh?). After making through tough spots and even a minor fall, I was able to take in the gorgeous scenery. Running is already something I love to do and when you add in pretty things to look at, it's like Christmas to me.

About that "minor fall." I've grown accustomed to running and talking: 1) it teaches you manage your breathing and 2) it keeps your mind somewhere else. While run

ning on this particular day, talking was key as I didn't know the trails very well and needed a distraction from my anticipating thoughts (I try to gauge how much farther and how much energy I'm going to need, where I'll need to seed up, slow down, exc.). I don't remember what the conversation was about but Adrian and I were talking about something I was interested in because I was very focused. Out of no where he yells,"A BIRD!!!!" Was I expecting this? Heavens no. Did I take my eyes off the trail? Yes. Unsure what the hype was about I looked up, which happened to be the exact time that the ground I was running on decided to dip. Quickly looking down I tried to correct my footsteps but it didn't work. My toes caught the edge of something and I came down on my right knee and hand. Not thinking much of it I just kep

t running, knowing that if I looked down and saw anything wrong I would be too discouraged to keep going up the mountain. There was a slight sting as I ran but nothing I couldn't work through.

Like I said, arriving at the top of the mountain was so beautiful. It helped me be brave enough to look down, at my knee that is. With blood streaming down my leg (I'll spare you the details), I was surprised it didn't hurt more but grateful I didn't take a peak before that very moment. Now all I had to do was run back to where we started and I could wash off my battle wound. The down hill run was nice, the sun and breeze made me feel so alive!! Alive is a good feeling.

Adrian and I had met at the gym, Chuze fitness, so when we finished the run we drove back there. Right when we got to the gym I jumped in the shower to try and rins

e off my knee and see what kind of real damage I had done, this was a sad attempt though because I was so sick to my stomach to even look at it. Luckily Adrian and brother Christian were there to help me out. I cringed while they cleaned and dressed my poor little knee. Without them i don't know what I would've done or what kind of infection I would have now ha.

My knee is now trying to heal and doing a very good job at looking HIDEOUS.

The show must go on though. I ran there again yesterday and I think I will be there more often, it's gorgeous. If you ever feel so inclined, call me and I'll run/walk/jog/whatever you can, with you! I LOVE IT and you should too!

Too Much of a Good Thing?

As you all know, recently I have fallen in love. Every day I wake up excited and my heart pounds a little faster as I remember I have something to look forward to. I never thought that this would happen to me. That I would feel the way I do. But... it's happened and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm in too deep. Carrots mean everything to me and are easily complimented with salsa, peanut butter, or even cottage cheese. How could anyone not be in love with these little veggies? They've been good to me but I think I have to to cut back, they're trying to rub off on me.

The other day I was sitting with Taylor and as she glanced down at my hands she did a double-take. I didn't know what she was looking at but them I did the same thing. My hands are turning orange! Cool? Maybe a little because I didn't think that it was a real occurrence, but I must admit that when it's you who's turning orange, it's not that cool. It looks a bit like I've used self-tanner, very poorly.

Long Day?

Morning after the Royal Wedding. Taylor, Delaney, and I stayed up with all the other crazies of the world to witness the Royal Wedding. We spent the night with the Grimshaw family (Jesse and Tucker) laughing and having some good bonding time.

One of the highlights of the night was looking up to see Kathy Grimshaw dressed for the occasion. I laying on the ground when I hear Kathy come into the room. Right after she walked in Delaney started laughing. In my mind I was thinking it was rude that she was laughing at Kathy but then I looked to see what was going on as everyone else started joining in. She has on a wide-brimmed hat, ready to watch the royal wedding.

Waiting For The Call

My mission papers will be sent to Salt Lake tomorrow and I couldn't be happier to say that I will be serving the Lord for 18 months! Where will I go? It's a mystery but no matter what location, I know I will be where my Father in Heaven needs me to be. Each missionary is set apart to serve people of a specific area, an area where people need to hear from them. There will be hard days and times when I won't be the most comfortable. There will be times when home sounds like s WAY better choice. No matter what arises I have to remember that my testimony and my knowledge of the gospel makes it worth it. Because I know that my Heavenly Father lives, that He sent His son to die for me, that Joseph Smith restored the gospel, and I will return to live with my Heavenly Father again; no trial is too big and no day will be too hard. Joseph Smith stated in the Doctrine and Covenants that trials had become second nature to him. What an amazing statement, he endured more then I could even begin to imagine. I hope to serve valiantly looking to my Savior and Joseph Smith as examples.

For now.... We wait.

Love.

I look up to these two. They're such a good example to me. One day I hope to share my days, nights, moments, and memories with someone who loves me as much as they love eachother. I have such amazing sisters, I'm one lucky girl.

Snack for love.

If you're looking for a good snack and feeling a little adventurous.

Carrots and peanut butter. The secret is. BIG carrots and organic, unsalted, crunchy peanut butter. Do it!