Too Many Thoughts

Every time I walk through Wal-Mart I think of all the sassy things I could write about. For instance, why I think all bra campaigns are written by men. But, when I finally get around to blogging there are just more important things to say.

Don't worry, One day I'll write my rant about bras. It needs to be said.

I'm torn, because what I really want to write about is another one of my pet peeves. Can you say hypocrite?  Here's the thing. I really have a hard time with social media and the tendency to make your life appear perfect for the world to see. We all know you have a fat-faced selfie and there are weekends your husband doesn't buy you flowers and clean the house. It's okay that those things happen. They happen to E V E R Y O N E . There is an element of honesty that is missing from things like Facebook and Instagram that I just cannot stand. 

So here's some honesty about my life. It's far from perfect and there are things that I don't enjoy that are happening. Like the fact that I work full time, and go to school full time, and am taking incredibly challenging classes and have NO time for my family. I HATE dating, and love spending Friday nights with my parents. #Honesty

But here are some wonderful things in my life that I am overwhelmingly grateful for:

1. My Parents. Have you met them? They are absolutely wonderful. Crazy, a little bit.. but wonderful nonetheless. I have gained SO much respect for my dad in the last 2 years. My mission has done so many things for me, but one of my favorites is the way my relationship with him as grown. 

Now, my momma. She's my biggest fan, my #1 reader, and my BESTIE. Seriously. I spend every Friday with her (and my dad) because I choose to. It's the highlight of my week most of the time. She is the most selfless person I know. She worries endlessly because she loves endlessly. 

2. My testimony of the gospel. It is UNIQUE. Maybe not even typical for where I'm at... but it's mine. and it's a personal gift of understanding and knowledge from my Heavenly Father, who, if you can imagine, loves me more perfectly and infinitely than my earthly parents. 

Here's another moment of honesty for you. In my daily (and I'm sure your's, too) routine of life, it's easy to feel forgotten. Forgotten by everyone, but especially forgotten by God. Especially when impatience sets in and your 'promised blessings' aren't happening like, yesterday. 

"Another way Satan deceives is through discouragement. He attempts to focus our sight on our own insignificance until we begin to doubt that we have much worth. He tells us that we are too small for anyone to take notice, that we are forgotten—especially by God."

But that just isn't reality. I have been taught the real truth since my sunbeamin' days. But it's so easy to forget. This is #honesty. This is reality:

xoxo

Car