Faith, Trust, and Integrity
I believe that faith, trust, and integrity go hand in hand. What I mean by that is that you cannot have one without the others. Faith is hope for things that are not seen but are true, trust is believing God when he reveals these things to you, and integrity is sticking to that faith and trust even when everything and everyone else is trying to contradict it.
This is what my first week at school has been: a practice in faith, trust, and integrity. My brain likes to tell me things like no one loves me, I was not patient enough with someone else so I am a horrible person, I can never do well in my classes, or that I am just not good enough to be anyone's friend. Disagreeing with your own brain is never easy, so it is a practice in faith, trust, and integrity to remember that God is there for me and that everything is going to be ok. And he sends me little things every day to help me know that.
This week I broke down crying on a bench near the Joseph Fielding Smith building. Crying randomly on campus is unfortunately not an uncommon occurrence for me, and it is not even the first time I have started crying near this building. One time in spring term I broke down crying and so I crawled under a desk so that I wouldn't disturb other people. However, because people are inherently good and kind, a random girl crawled under the desk with me to comfort me. And so it happened this week as well. I was crying on the bench, and not one, but two different people were kind enough to stop. One of them was a freshman, and it was her second day on campus. She was probably in need of some comfort herself, but she stopped to help. Sometimes we bless others the most when we let them help us. It is hard because we want to be prideful and do it by ourselves, but if we let people help us we can both grow.
I auditioned for Opera Chorus on Friday this week. The only problem that I faced was that no one told me what I was supposed to prepared for the audition. I spent all week trying to figure this out, with no success. I finally decided to show up to the music building early hoping to bump into someone who knew what we were supposed to do. As I was wandering around the building I ran into one of my friends from freshman year, a piano major. Talking to her, I found out that she was playing for the auditions! She told me that we were supposed to sing a song from the Messiah, which I knew well enough to be able to print out the music and practice a little bit before the auditions started in an hour and a half.
I know that if I have faith and trust in Him, and stick to that with integrity even when my brain is trying to convince me otherwise, I can succeed. Life is too short to give up.
This is what my first week at school has been: a practice in faith, trust, and integrity. My brain likes to tell me things like no one loves me, I was not patient enough with someone else so I am a horrible person, I can never do well in my classes, or that I am just not good enough to be anyone's friend. Disagreeing with your own brain is never easy, so it is a practice in faith, trust, and integrity to remember that God is there for me and that everything is going to be ok. And he sends me little things every day to help me know that.
This week I broke down crying on a bench near the Joseph Fielding Smith building. Crying randomly on campus is unfortunately not an uncommon occurrence for me, and it is not even the first time I have started crying near this building. One time in spring term I broke down crying and so I crawled under a desk so that I wouldn't disturb other people. However, because people are inherently good and kind, a random girl crawled under the desk with me to comfort me. And so it happened this week as well. I was crying on the bench, and not one, but two different people were kind enough to stop. One of them was a freshman, and it was her second day on campus. She was probably in need of some comfort herself, but she stopped to help. Sometimes we bless others the most when we let them help us. It is hard because we want to be prideful and do it by ourselves, but if we let people help us we can both grow.
I auditioned for Opera Chorus on Friday this week. The only problem that I faced was that no one told me what I was supposed to prepared for the audition. I spent all week trying to figure this out, with no success. I finally decided to show up to the music building early hoping to bump into someone who knew what we were supposed to do. As I was wandering around the building I ran into one of my friends from freshman year, a piano major. Talking to her, I found out that she was playing for the auditions! She told me that we were supposed to sing a song from the Messiah, which I knew well enough to be able to print out the music and practice a little bit before the auditions started in an hour and a half.
I know that if I have faith and trust in Him, and stick to that with integrity even when my brain is trying to convince me otherwise, I can succeed. Life is too short to give up.
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