Happy as a Clam

Hello Readers! So. I write. A lot. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not but that's okay. Sometimes it's a blog post and sometimes it's a short story. VERY RARELY it is a poem. This is one I wrote back in college. I barely remember composing it. But as I was decluttering my computer I ran across it and thought I would share. I hope you enjoy. P.S. This isn't completely true or false. It's bits and pieces of both. For example: I never owned a Chevy. haha. But it is made of some experiences I have had in learning how much I must rely on God through the good and bad times. There will always be struggles in our lives. ALWAYS. But they are so much easier to carry when we stay close to the Lord and let Him help us carry them POEM My bad day was a Monday That’s nothing new for me On Monday I always trip or fall Forget my phone or lose my keys I stubbed my toe at 7 The shower was cold at 8 Poured juice into my cereal That made me re...

This post took so long to write. I wanted to write about my mission.  I wanted to write about my coming home adjustments. I wanted to write EVERYTHING. But words are insufficient for the feelings I have about the past 18 months because those experiences were orchestrated by a Greater Being. So what I've written will have to suffice. I decided to begin with the infamous Returned Missionary dilemma a.k.a the "where's my nametag?!?!" breakdown. How is it possible to live more than one life? To be two different people? Well, serving a mission makes all of these seem slightly more possible. The person I was before my mission is different from who I am now. It isn't a large difference but I have different desires, fears, strengths and weaknesses. As I re-entered my old life, I noticed quickly that I am not the same. I've change my education and career goals. I'm more able to take on challenges that terrified me before. I've let go of desires that n...