He's Always Watching

Well I can honestly say I did not think I would be writing again before the end of the semester hit, but there was an experience I wanted to share. Earlier this week I was at work and struggling with a relationship with one of my co workers. I am not going into detail because that is not important. Having this struggle had put me in a pretty down mood. I no longer wanted to be at work and, honestly, no longer wanted to even be in a good mood. If there is one person to call me down and talk some sense into me, it's my mom. No matter what she will tell me how things are and do what she can to help me through. She has my back. As I had hoped she was able to help calm me down and give me some solid advice on how to get through the rest of my shift. I went back to work and immediately took her advice. Now, currently there is nothing special about this. I am a girl who had a hard day at work, nothing special. I knew I would be able to get through it, but it was going to be difficult. What happen next was what made me know I was being looked out for. As I started going about my normal work business again, not five minutes later I have an email pop up on my phone. 
Okay, I should probably give you some back ground real quick. These past three semester have been crazy. I have taken either 16 or 18 credits and held a job for the last 2 of those semesters. While looking at my mapper, or the chart that has every semester planned out, I realized the load was not going to get any lighter. In fact, it would get worse some semesters. When talking with my adviser, I realized that map still didn't even include all of the classes that I needed. I was still missing a few. I made the decision that I wanted to appeal for another semester. For those who do not know, here at BYU Hawaii we are given nine semesters to complete our degree. If you are going into the field of education and need it, you can be given a 10th semester for student teaching. This was what I was originally planning. The appeal would give me a 10th semester here and my 11th would be student teaching. 
Back to the story. Thanks for being so patient with me. 
So an email popped up on my phone and immediately I noticed it was from my adviser. As you can probably guess where this is going, I read the email to find that my appeal had been granted and I would be given an extra semester. There are few times I have shed tears of not sorrow, but joy. This was one of those times. A burden that has been on my shoulders since I started school, is now just a bit lighter. The timing of the news was exactly when I needed it. I believe that if I had been having a normal day, just hanging out in my room when I received the email, my appreciation would have been a lot lower than it should have been. Going back to work with a smile on my face, not twenty minutes later I actually got approval from my boss, to leave work early to go to a meeting I was originally going to have to miss. When I showed up, it turned out to  be just enough people for what we needed. I thought it would end there, but it didn't. As I was leaving to head to my meeting I received a call from my dad. He asked what I was doing and proceeded to tell me that one of his coworkers that I have come to know, was in town that day and that she wanted to take me to dinner. 
That day at work has been one of the hardest this semester. I came close to breaking down, but I know that God decided to step in. Event after event I watched as my day slowly turned back around. No matter what had happened,  I knew I had a little less stress, a supportive, loving family and a Heavenly Father that never stops watching out for me. None of those things happened just by chance. I know for a fact that He put them there for me. He knew what I needed and gave me the strength I needed to push through. 
On my way to meet my dad's coworker, I smiled up and said a thank you. It is because of Him that an entire day can be completely turned around. 
Whenever you feel like you can't do it anymore, please do not give up. Please don't lose faith. Instead put in all in Him and trust that things will work out the way they should. He knows what we can handle and will never give us more than that. 
We are loved so incredibly much and I hope each and everyone of you comes to know that. Whether that is today, tomorrow or some other time in the future, I hope you come to know that for yourself. 
This semester is almost over. At the end of it, I will be half way through my Sophomore year in college. I will have work a job for at least 6 months, and will be able to say that I have had some solid amazing friends for the past 10 or so months. Life can be difficult, but in the end it is great and we are blessed. 
I love each and everyone of you more than you know.
I am continuing to work, to one day make those who have helped me proud. 
Don't ever forget that He loves you and is always watching out for you. 
Much Love,
MJ







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