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God is Always There

This seems to be a lesson that I keep having to learn over and over again. Heavenly Father is always there for us, even when we don't want Him to be. I cannot express in words how thankful I am to have a Heavenly Father who knows me so well and knows my needs so much better than I do.

Let's rewind to two weeks ago:
I was having a particularly stressful week at work. On Monday that week, I was put into Inspection with a lady I had never really worked closely with before. Everything was fine, but I didn't completely know what I would be doing the next day. The lady I was working with told me "Oh, I will just tell you what to do in the morning". Okay. That is fine with me. So the next morning I go into the room and start doing what she had told me to start before she got there. I was polishing capsules and the machine just wasn't working right. A supervisor came in and I asked what I was doing wrong. We come to find out that the humidity was too high to make the machine work. This is also when I found out that the lady who was supposed to be there wasn't there. Great... now what? So I asked a supervisor what I was supposed to do, and he told me to start inspecting again. So I did. This lady decided to be out for 2 days. Yeah, my life was great. Let's step back a minute. So I had decided that that Friday I was going to give my two week notice. Note: I had not given any sort of indication as to when I would be leaving yet.

Continuing on. I was in inspection for 2 days doing what I thought I should be doing. Other people were there as well, so I was not alone in the room. When this lady came back she was MAD. And she decided to take it all out on me. I felt so degraded and hurt that I barely made it through first break without crying. She kept telling me all the things that I had done wrong (which most of them actually weren't my fault, but someone elses) and telling me what I should have done (but I didn't know because she didn't tell me!). Anyway, I was ticked. Please don't take this the wrong way, I am so grateful for my job, but some days are always better than others. That day was so bad that I was so close to just saying that the next day (Friday) was going to be my last day. I was figuring in my head the best person to tell and how to tell them and best time to tell them. As I am thinking all this, I find out that they want me to work in the lab every morning to help them get caught up on stuff. Of course I told them right then that I was planning on giving my two week notice and they said that was fine I could still work in the lab.

So for the past week and a half I have been working in the lab in the mornings. I have loved using the things I learned in my Biotechnology class in the real world and to get out of production for a few hours every day. And it kept me working and saving up money for my schooling, which is exciting! :)

Now I am entering my last week of work. I am excited because it means I am a lot closer to going back to Utah and seeing all my best friends again. This summer has been great, but I am ready to get back to "Normal Life" (whatever that is ;) ). It seems to me that I can almost trace every event in my life to Heavenly Father. He has an active hand in helping me, even when I am being a "natural man" and think that I know what is best.

Oh...and for those who are curious as to where I work and what I do, here is a video:

Just remember, come what may and LOVE IT! :)

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