Today I was walking home from class. I was sending a text message so my head was down when suddenly I heard the sound of screeching brakes. I look up to see a big van collide with a cyclist. The cyclist flew off his bike and landed on the windshield of the car. The windshield was totally shattered. The bike practically snapped in half. But somehow the guy seemed pretty okay. Maybe he was in shock so he did not realize how much pain he was in. I was grateful to see he was alive! I am telling you, the Lord is always watching and he protects us with His daily small miracles.
I can't seem to find the resolutions I set in 2016 anywhere. I've searched every journal, every note in my phone and every email to missionaries. So my first resolution for 2017 — keep track of where I write down my resolutions. I'm resurrecting my old blog because I wanted a venue to bid goodbye to 2016. This year has been unlike any other year in my life. I never realized how grounding it is to have a life plan. I defined my life plan through my youth — preschool, elementary school, middle school, high school, college, mission, finish college. And this year I no longer had that plan. In December 2015 I left Brigham Young University with my bachelor's degree in-hand (well, in the mail) and embarked on a new adventure, beginning my career as a journalist. I started the year out in Salt Lake City. An internship with Deseret News bursted my Provo bubble and I headed 45 miles to the north. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I could have made. My...
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