Lately, I've really dreaded seeing people or talking to people from school or that I haven't seen in a long time. Why? Because honestly? My summer has been really, really hard. I've never felt so alone in my life. Even when I'm surrounded by people, I feel completely alone.
Then, people ask me what I've been doing about it. And I don't know what to tell them.
Because honestly? I haven't been able to do that much. I don't know where to meet people. I have only been to my singles' ward a total of 3 weeks, and 2 of those weeks I had to leave either right after the sacrament or after sacrament meeting to go do a floor set for work because my boss called me and asked if I would. When your boss calls you...out of 20 or so other people you call...it's a really good sign and I really don't want to disappoint her because she is awesome. But not knowing anyone here has been extremely difficult. I've spent 2 full months here and nothing has gotten any easier for me. I still miss Logan so incredibly much. The only people I talk to are people from Logan. I thought moving out would make it better, make it easier. And it hasn't really helped .
Like I've said, I've never felt more alone in my life. And lately I've taken to praying that I'll find at least one person to become my friend. Best to rely on the Lord right?
I'm not telling you this so you'll feel sorry for me. I'm merely explaining the situation I have been in for the last two months so you can further understand what happened tonight, and why it was so special to me.
I went over to my parents house for some company because my roommate was at work and I had nothing to do. I got there and hung out with my dad and little sister for probably a half hour or so. Then, they left to go to Las Vegas for my little sister's softball practice. So, I was all alone at my parents house. I figured I would just stay there until my mom came home from work at five. She didn't get home til 7. By that time I was actually heading back home, and caught her down the road. We exchanged hellos and she said she was at dinner with my other sister, Staci. I told her I was just going home. (And as I was driving, I couldn't contain my thoughts and tears from streaming down my face because it became more apparent as I sat at my parent's house for 3 hours how alone I really was.)
I looked out my window and saw the temple a few blocks away and made a decision I would go at least sit close to it. (I actually haven't been to the temple in an incredibly long time...it's actually very sad)
I parked and started wishing I had my camera, because it was a beautiful summer night and I wanted to capture it. Luckily, I did have it! It was in my purse! So, I got out and went, walked around a little bit, and sat down on a bench. As I was sitting there, thinking about everything I was feeling, I immediately got this feeling that I wasn't alone. I had someone with me always no matter what. And that even if it was to get closer to him, that was enough reason for me to be here in St. George. (Because lately I've been questioning exactly why I'm here.) I nearly started crying as I was sitting there...but I blame the fact that the tears had already been dropping previously before that. I just felt this warmth and almost like a hug come over me. And I couldn't contain the happiness I felt. I noticed that I was sitting in a beautiful place (even if it is a little hot sometimes) and that Heavenly Father has given me so many things to be grateful for. I mean, I heard birds chirping and everything, it was a perfect scene, like one from a movie. After that, I felt better. I felt that I can do this. I felt that no matter what the reason that I came here for, no matter how hard it is for me, I need to make the best of it. And part of that challenge is finding out how.
Sam, one of my best best friends, suggested that I learn something I've always wanted to do.
Naturally when he said that, I thought of cake decorating.
But instead, I took to playing with my camera and capturing some pictures.
I know that my Heavenly Father loves me. I know that he is there for me. I know that I'm not alone.
And I know that you aren't either. No matter what has happened, or how you feel in your relationship with him or the gospel, he still love me and you. I promise. And he knows what is happening in our lives and he has a very special plan for each of us. All it takes is faith and trust in him for us to see our potential.
I hope you all are having a great week!