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Tender Mercies

Life has never been perfect. For me- it sometimes feels like the world is just giving you one punch after another. It feels like you are being hit when you are already down. Okay...that sounds really depressing. Stick with me please.

This week, I have been amazed again by how well Heavenly Father knows me. He knows what I need when I need it, though I might not always agree.

I remember in 9th grade when A-Hour got divided into two classes. I prayed that I would stay in one class, but then I got divided into the other. I wanted to cry as I took the long march to the new classroom. But you want to know something, I needed to be in that class. I made some amazing friends in that class and was able to still be Service Club President that year (which meant ditching A-Hour once a week). Tender Mercy.

I also remember when I got the scholarship notification during my senior year of high school and my dream school had let me down. I didn't know if I would be able to afford to attend the school that I had been dreaming about going to since I was a little kid. However, I was able to go through my Freshman year without worrying about keeping up good grades. This allowed me to be part of Divine Comedy, make some good friends, and just find my place at BYU. Tender Mercy.

This week, I left the Freshman Mentoring. I didn't know what I was going to do and it was really hard to leave, but I am starting to understand that Heavenly Father knows me better than anyone else. He knows what I need and when I need it, though I might not always agree. I am trusting Him. I know someday I will be able to turn around and this experience too will be considered a tender mercy.

Come what may and love it!

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