Finding Hope: My Story

Have you ever had a day where you just...wanted to shout out your righteous indignation at something? A few months back, I went to church at my parent's ward. I don't usually do this.  I've moved out, have my own congregation that I attend, and thus, do not attend with my parents anymore. However, I was home for the weekend and so...I went.  Because, I am a good Mormon girl, and you don't skip out on church on Sunday. Looking back, I probably should have just gone back to my apartment Saturday night. There I was sitting in Sunday School, trying to not get riled at the topic of the day.  We were talking about Alma 39 , which, I admit, would be a hard subject to teach on.  But, instead of focusing on the positives, on the teaching moments between a father and his son or the repentant nature of Corianton, the entire class kept talking about potential.  And how disappointed Alma must have been that Corianton didn't reach his potential. Oh, boy, did that ...

Story Time!! I was walking across campus on Wednesday.  I was exhausted.  I needed a nap more than I needed food or water.  It was sad, really. So, instead of a nap, I pressed on.  I stopped and got Chocolate-German-Chocolate-Crunch (or something like that) flavored ice cream.  I walked to my next class.  And as I was cutting across the Law Building parking lot...something life changing happened. I saw this boy.  Nice boy.  Sweet boy.  I smiled.  He smiled.  He said "hi."  I said "hi." And honestly, folks, I figured that would be the end of it. But it was not. I kept walking and so did he.  Then, all of a sudden, THIS happened: him: "I think you're beautiful!" me: stunned..."thank you!" him: "I didn't know what to say to you, but I thought you should know, I think you are beautiful!" And then we kept walking. I'm not kidding, this boy changed my day.  I don't know who he is or why he said what...