A year of growth...

It is hard for me to believe that I have lived in Idaho for close to a year now. It is even harder for me to personally phantom all the personal growth that I have experienced in this past year. It is funny, I really thought I knew myself well, but it turns out that I am really just now even getting a glimpse at the person I am and the person that I have the potential to become. I am so grateful that we are all able to experience personal growth in our lives. I know that some of the trials we go through really suck but in the end they are all worth it. A year ago I wasn't really sure if moving out west was right for me. I don't think my family really believed that I was going to do it until I loaded up the car and got on the road. Even after I arrived her I don't think many people thought I would make it out here this long. Strangely enough this has truly become home to me. Not that Tennessee is no longer my home, I have just found another home as well. I am applying for school and plan to start back up again in January. I think in Tennessee I was somewhat complacent with where I was in life and was not giving myself room to really progress more. The funny thing is that I didn't even realize this until I moved and got away from things that were holding me back! Life is all together amazing. It is a miracle when you really begin to learn who you are and the potential you have in this life as a child of God. I am glad that I had the chance to get what some might call a "fresh start." I gave up a lot when I moved from Tennessee but I am beginning to think that I am gaining everything in return for the few small personal sacrifices I made to move out to Idaho.

A Broken Toe

For those of you who know me well, you know that I am not the greatest athlete but none the less I am very competitive. Last night for FHE after the lesson we played ultimate frisbee. I am actually beginning to enjoy the game. I am happy to report that my frisbee skills are slowly improving. Last night while running after the frisbee my foot got stepped on. Yes, I was barefoot. It was either play barefoot or break my ankle playing with my flip flops on. So I felt a jar of pain in my foot and noticed that it was red. I thought it was simply because of it getting stepped on and it would go away quickly. I had joked about it being broken but didn't really believe that it was. I tried pulling on it and resetting it with little success. When I woke up this morning it was still discolored and red. I am not sure if it is really broken but I think it is. I am not going to the doctor because I really don't think there is anything they can do about it. That is my story for those curious readers out there. This is my first broken bone ever if anyone was wondering. Only I would break my toe out of all the bones in the body that I could have broken!