The Move

I am not exactly sure of the moment I decided I was moving to Utah. I noticed myself slowly losing self-control over my new life. It was hard going to church without my family.  It was the new me, in the same old town.

As I felt myself slowly slipping, I knew I had to make a change. It came in the form of an apartment opening with Kelli (who at the time I barely knew). I think it was sort of an instant decision. You might want to double check with my mom, but I think I just came home and told her I was moving in a couple of months. I would figure out the details later.

Recognizing that need was huge. It changed everything in my life. It gave me hope for the future and a new drive. I knew people that share the same faith and standards would surround me.

It scares me to think of how I would be if I had stayed there. Where I am now and where I was a year ago is an extreme difference. I am constantly learning. I am constantly meeting new people. I have a much more positive outlook on life. You are the only person who can make the decisions for change.

Faith.

That simple word carries such a significant meaning. I had faith that things would work out. I trusted in the decision I was making because when I would sincerely kneel and pray, I felt good about it. Faith has guided me in everything since that moment I decided to strive to be more Christ like and be baptized. I was blessed with the spirit of the Holy Ghost which has been present every day of my life since. I can testify of that. I have my own testimony that I love to share with people.

Utah has been a blessing, trials included.