Drunk on Hope...

There's a line in a Rascal Flatts song called "Once" that really got me thinking: "Now I wait...drunk on hope." 

It's such a good way to put it. I really do think we get "drunk" on hope sometimes. I'm guilty of it. I think we all are. We get to the point when we hope for something so bad that we can barely even think clearly anymore. We lose sight of what is important. We refuse to see things how they really are because our own opinions blur reality.

I'm taking a Marriage and Family Prep class this semester for my major.  For our reading assignment yesterday we were asked to read a talk by Richard G. Scott called: "Using the Supernal Gift of Prayer." It's incredible. A must read. It really touched me. It made me realize that I need to stop being "drunk on hope" and instead be drunk on faith. The only problem is that sometimes that is really hard. And it's probably the reason why my mom jokes and refers to faith as the “f-word.” :) But like Elder Scott says, we should "be thankful that sometimes God lets you struggle for a long time before that answer comes. Your character will grow; and your faith will increase."

Billy.

Yesterday when Shelby and I went to the library to study we found a note left on the table for "Billy". So for course! We read it. :)

It said something like: "Sorry I couldn't stay longer, yada yada yada. -MK"

Who the heck is MK? We wanted to find out. Why couldn't MK be normal and sent Billy a text, or email him, or send him a message on Facebook? Why would you go to the extent of awkwardly leaving a note on a table in the library knowing that someone will probably read it? Beats me!

So we decided to write my number at the bottom of the note. And guess what? Billy actually called me! Unfortunately I was in class when he called ...but maybe that's good because he left a message. (Which is weird, because my message machine says my name, so you would think he would have figured that the number was a foney.) Whatever.

The message made me laugh though. He was whispering the whole time. Maybe he was back in the library.

"Hi MK, this is Billy. I just wanted to see where you went. Love you babe!"


Do you think he was just playing along with the joke or do you think he was serious? Should I return the message? If so, what should I say to dear Billy?

MORAL OF THE STORY: Pranks are fun :)

GOOD Weekend.

#1 

General Conference really was amazing. It always is, but I loved every second of it. I think this was the first time that I was actually sad when the last session was over.

#2

I had a big ah-ha moment

#3

I went to Winco for the first time!

This place is incredible! I was in awe at the bulk section. They have everything you can possible think of! For example: cereal, pizza crust mix, muffin mix, pancake mix, honey, candy, trail mix, etc. All you do is take what you want, put it in a bag and pay per pound. Genius.

#4

I went home! 

It was so fun to see the family again. Even Brian! And Grandma and Grandpa Vawdrey. :) Mom's home made pizza was delicious too.

#5

Self explanatory :)

Believe it or not...Gus (my car) is still living! Not only that, but it reached the 200,000 mile mark on Sunday. I have to say that I have never been so excited to see the numbers move. In all honesty...that car is a piece.  Why? Ohh let me tell you... :)

• it's only two years younger than me
• it's been through two teenagers
• the hood shakes when you're stopped at an intersection
• the A/C doesn't work 
• the radio works only half of the time (since the antennae broke off)
• the rear view mirror on the left side is propped up by a pen lid
• one of the windows won't roll down
• it jerks almost every time it shifts gears
• only one side of the steering wheel will honk when you push it
• the door interior is held on by screws and duct tape

But I LOVE it so much. I even get a little offended when people make fun of it. So don't. It's much better than a bus pass. It gets me where I need to go and that's all I need. :)