Change

Change.
Often times we’re not quite sure of what we’re becoming or why.
Then one day, we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got there.

There has been a lot of change in my life lately.

I started a new job. I recently was asked to take a supervisor position there, which is requiring a lot more out of me, but I'm excited for it. I'll be able to make a little extra money and get a few more hours.

I am planning on studying Graphic Design at Utah State.

If you were to ask me if I saw myself changing majors and not doing Interior Design, I wouldn't have believed you.I worked so hard my first two years of college. I put in everything to each of my classes and projects.

For the past while, I thought Interior Design was my destiny. But when I think back to experiences and things that truly fascinate me, I realize that God has been actually preparing me for Graphic Design instead.
 
I've always loved a sense of composition. In my photography, my sketches, cleaning, organizing my room and even food.

 

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I'm a very visual person. I like things to look balanced, clean and simple.

 

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I doodle all over my notebook. I change my handwriting all the time. Ha ha.

I re-design my blog daily.

I've been asked to design wedding invitations.

Typography is fascinating to me.

 

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All of these things are definitely applicable to graphic design. Here's to a leap of faith.

Canyon Run

I went on a canyon run yesterday morning.
Four miles.

It felt so good.

Running is a thing that I've definitely been struggling with.
I go in phases of running multiple days a week then going a month or two without it.

I really need to get back into it.

Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to...

A man who taught me the importance of service and how it makes you stronger and closer to God.

A man who taught me to work hard in school. To always spend time studying and doing my homework.

A man who helped me develop a testimony of the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.

A man who loves his family and through that, has helped me understand the importance of family.

A man who sincerely cares about each one of his children and my mamma.

A man who I love more than words can express.

Xoxo

Summer 2012-Trip to Zions

May 2010-High School Graduation

It's late, but I wanted to write.

It's late.
But I wanted to write.

Sometimes I start writing and only have a sentence or two.
I have forty unfinished blog posts that haven't been published.
Sometimes words come to me sometimes, I just need to open up a blank sheet and give myself time to just think.
At that point words aren't needed to be written down-but simply felt.

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about how blessed I am.

I think of people in my life that have helped me develop who I am. Like Millie.

Having Millie in my life gave me the opportunity to learn what service is and the power it has.

She taught me to be strong when it seemed impossible.

She taught me that true happiness is found in your interactions with people.

I have the opportunity of an education.

Even if there are unexpected turns and twists to it. 

I have the opportunity to learn, to be inspired by others and to develop myself even more.

I have my family & friends.

Who respect me and loves me.

Who knows how it is to be a college student, going through junior high, having trials & finding faith in the littlest of things.

But above all, I believe in God.

A man whose power is as huge as creating worlds-down to piercing my soul and reminding me of who I am.

I miss photographing.

I miss photographing.

I need to get back into it.
Below are a few photos from this Summer.

Faith in God

Yesterday, my cousin Shady and her little newborn were life-flighted to Primary Children's Hospital. Zeeke was born a few days ago. Due to complications of Shady being diabetic, there were complications with Zeeke that were more serious than anticipated. He is currently on feeding tubes, and has a bacteria in his intestines-which is very dangerous and life critical. Gratefully, they are at Primary Children's hospital, one of the best places in the country that little Zeeke and his parents can be.

We receieved a call last night, asking if my dad and brother would be willing to come give Zeeke a priesthood blessing. Tonight I can truly say, I was able to feel God's power. Maybe one of the strongest feelings I've felt in a long time. Words don't describe how beautiful that moment was. Seeing my dad and brother lay their fingertips on top of Zeeke's jet black hair was powerful. The words spoken were indescribable. Just touching his toes and fingers was a very spiritual experience. The spirit I felt in the NICU was personal and reminded me of how grateful I am to have the true gospel in my life.

My dad reminded me that, "It's experiences like these that show the power of the Plan of Salvation. We are in our creator's hands."

I need to remember that all we can do now is to have faith and to keep Zeeke in our prayers. They are in a great hospital and God's power and love has touched Zeeke. It is up to us to have faith that if God feels that Zeeke should be healed, he will.