Lucky.

I wonder. I really really wonder sometimes.


How did I get so lucky to have the best parents in the world? Yes, this is a shout-out to you, mom and dad...you can thank me later when you blog-stalk me when I'm in the MTC. I'll brag about them for a bit. My dad is always right (well, most of the time) and my mom is super smart. My dad is respected by everyone he meets, and my mom can get anyone to listen to her, believe her, and follow her. Every time I get to be the tag-a-long, I beam with pride.

How did I get so lucky to land this job and work with the greatest people ever? Yes, I did just work 20 hours since yesterday morning, but I wasn't bored one second. I l.i.t.e.r.a.l.l.y. have the best [student] job in the world.

How did I get so lucky to live with my cousins in college? Living with people you're best friends with and comfortable with is HUGE in having a great college experience. I'm going to miss it. But we've already got the lady RM club set up when I get back!

How did I get so lucky to have the opportunity to serve a mission? I didn't think I'd have the time or ability...but it has presented itself perfectly. I also have to throw in how beyond ecstatic/excited/joyful/beaming/overjoyed/tickled pink I am to serve in Upstate New York. All I cared about was that my will was the Lord's on the location of my call, and that I would get to talk to as many people as possible with the time I have been given. Hill Cumorah pageant anyone? 4,000+ people a day?! And I get to serve at two of them? I just cry every time I think about the magnitude of this. I'll control myself.

I'm obviously paying attention in class.

How did I get so lucky to have the best siblings in the world? All gorgeous, smart, and funny. And Jake will be taller than me when I get back! Poor girl that has to marry him...she's going to have a hard time getting through his big sisters. Even though we used to hate each other, we're all best friends. Except when dad comes and thinks he's the state champion in wrestling again. Then it gets ugly.

How did I get so lucky to be born a member of the Church? Who knows what would have happened if I would have been taught by the missionaries. Or never had the chance in my life at all? I sure hope I would have grasped on. Well, I don't have to dwell on it, because I am a member, and I'm so happy.

How did I get so lucky to have the Lord trust me so much? ...sometimes I feel like He trusts me a little bit too much. Like I said. 4,000+ people a day? Well, if He called me there, He thinks I can do it. And I know we can do it. It's a team effort--me and Him.


See, I told you all my posts would be churchy from now on.