Provo has been one heck of a ride my friends. New school, new job, new city, new roommates, basically a whole new life. Can you say stress?? Because I sure can feel it. From emotional breakdowns to sickness to being rescued by a best friend more times than once, it's been a hell of a month.
Tonight, I had an interview with the Bishop in my new ward. His words and his counsel gave me comfort and strength that I haven't seen or felt in weeks. What a difference it made to meet with him and talk with him. He also told me that if I ever needed anything, he would drop whatever he was doing to help me. I'm grateful to know that I have a Bishop who would do that for me. I'm grateful to have a best friend who would also do that for me, as he's done it several times thus far. I'm grateful for a family who's far, but who's only a phone call away and willing to talk whenever.
I can't say that Provo is amazing and that I'm just always happy here and life is perfect, but I can tell you that everything has fallen into place. I've learned and grown from hardship, and I know that I need to be in Provo. No matter how much I miss Rexburg, I need to be here. I know that for a fact. After all the hardship and trial and difficulty, it's the little things that make all the difference.
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