The Miracle and The Myth

Well... today in Human Development I witnessed a miracle. ... Otherwise known as Birth. I think it is true what they say about witnessing miracles... my life will never be the same. Anyone who knows me can imply exactly what that means.

So now that I've witnessed a miracle... let's see if I can create one of my own :). Interested yet? I'll start off by giving some background knowledge! In Italy there is a statue of Juliet. Rumor has it that if you rub Juliet's... boob... it will bring you good luck. Well! There is a statue BYU campus of a man and his wife holding hands with their child in the middle. There's a "myth" on campus that if you rub the Wife's ring finger you'll get married! Now I've heard you get married by the end of the month, by the end of the semester, by the end of the year and so on and so forth. So just as any tourist can't help themselves but to rub Juliet's boob...

I kinda couldn't help but to rub this Wife's ring finger! Hey, when in Rome, do as the Romans do right? Well I gave it a good rub about 6 weeks ago and so far not much has happened if you know what I mean! So let's see if the Wife can work her magic! Try and find me someone that looks like Christian Bale!!

Vocal Point Groupies!

This season of The Sing-Off Vocal Point is in the competition! I absolutely LOVE Vocal Point and my roommates and I have agreed to become Vocal Point Groupies for LIFE!

The Shepherd and His Broken Lamb

I have a friend who is on a mission right now. This is his first week serving in Samara Russia. I was writing to him just today and shared a spiritual thought that I want to share on my blog as well.

This is part of my letter to Elder Swartz:

A year ago I was sitting in my Book of Mormon class and my professor shared an experience I will never forget. It's about a shepherd and his broken lamb. My professor, Brother Parker, was in Jerusalem visiting. During his trip he met a shepherd, who carried with him a little lamb. It was clear that the lamb was injured. Brother Parker asked what was wrong with the lamb, to which the shepherd replied, "His leg is broken." Brother Parker then asked how its leg came to be broken. To Brother Parker's great astonishment, the shepherd said, "I broke it." In explanation the shepherd continued, "You see, this lamb is a wanderer. Oftentimes I have found him straying from the flock and getting into trouble. Breaking his leg was necessary. By inflicting pain on this little lamb, I am teaching him that he must never stray. Now my lamb has to rely on me for everything. For without me, he cannot heal. And when he has regained his strength, my little lamb will no longer wander." - How similar this is to our lives. God allows us to be bruised, broken, worn down and tried in order to teach us a greater lesson. Through our afflictions and trials, God pleads with us to rely on Him. For true healing only comes through Him. I know Heavenly Father does not abandon us. It is in our darkest hour that He draws ever closer o us. May we slow down and listen close enough to feel His arms around us and see His blessings in our lives.

The story of the shepherd and his broken lamb is my favorite story. When we stop to understand its magnitude, our understanding of pain will change. Pain is not a punishment. In many ways it is a blessing in and of itself. I hope to never forget that.
         

An "A" in Stats??

The funniest story I have about my Elementary years is when I failed my 5th Grade Art Class. I was a pretty artsy-fartsy type of child and enjoyed art and music. I brought my report card home filled with good grades... except for Art. My mother actually laughed out loud! I remember he making fun of it for a while. I finally fixed my grade (which was a huge misunderstanding by the way) but to this day my mother and I laugh about the only class I ever failed. We tonight I had a very similar experience as I checked my grades online for college. I checked my Statistics class and started cracking up! I immediately called my mother and asked her if she remembered me failing my 5th Grade art class. She laughed and said, "Of course I remember that!" I then told her that I have a 101.6% in my Statistics class. Which is hilarious because I have hated math my entire life and have never been able to understand it. Is it a mistake? Probably. But I still find it absolutely hilarious!!