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THE BEST BRIDAL SHOWER I EVER HAD PART 2

So, last Saturday, my bf Laura threw me another bridal shower for the friends and family in AZ.  IT WAS SO GREAT!  The food was great (thank you Emily and Christin for the yummy cake bites, Laura for making sure there was food there that I could eat without getting sick, and mom for the yummy salad), the decor was great (I loved loved loved the flower arrangements in the old Coke bottles & mason jars), the people that came are great, the games were great, and the gifts were really great!  My house is going to be so great with all my new stuff!  I got an awesome Blendtech, gift certificates to get my nails done, a comforter, Target gift cards, beautiful kitchen wares, a super cute apron, cleaning supplies, laundry supplies, a recipe book, etc etc.  I am so stinking blessed!!!  The games were so fun, especially the one where Laura interviewed Scott and I had to guess how he answered each question.  Each question I got wrong, I had to chew a piece of gum.  She asked some hard questions and his answers were ridiculous and so I ended up with quite a bit of gum in my mouth.  Gross.  Anyways, after reading my one post, I realized that I have become one of those annoyingly giddy engaged girls that I used to ridicule.  And I love it.

THANK YOU MS. LAURA!!!

miracle

Today, I realized that I am in the middle of a Great Miracle.
The lecture in floral design class was on funeral flowers.  Not a happy subject.  
My teacher told a story about one of her students who called her Thanksgiving weekend asking if she would make a casket spray. My teacher asked what had happened. 
Come to find out, the young girl's husband just died.  
Just like that.
My heart throbbed for the poor girl and I texted Scott real quick: Please don't ever die okay?
I can't even imagine how painful that would be to lose him.  I just love him so much and I selfishly want him with me always.  I know someday God might have another job on the other side for him to do, 
but I wish that He would wait a few years to take him until I could go too.
Scott asked me to not dwell on death. So I won't.

Then I went to work. Tuesday afternoons I work with three single men aged 22-23 years.
And every time we work together, I ask them to tell me "The Sitch."  
What happens then, is a quick news update on their love lives.
After listening to all of their dating failures and realizing how I used to pull some of the same shenanigans, 
I had this epiphany: The fact that Scott and I are getting married is a miracle. Plain and simple.
How is it that after 8 months of craziness courtesy of yours truly, opposition from all angles, a brief break-up, and a long-time long-distance relationship ended up working out?
See, it is a miracle.  And boy, am I grateful.
I am so grateful that Scott put up with my craziness and that we both were willing to work through whatever opposition or problems arose.  
How grateful I am to God for leading, helping, and guiding us here.
It is a wonderful place to be.

Best Bridal Shower I Ever Had

My amazing cousin Shailyn threw me my first bridal shower ever.  It was so fun and filled with close family and friends.  The food was great, the games were fun, and I really had a good time.  I will have to get my hands on some pictures, but in the meantime, just know it was all great!  I got awesome gifts: bathroom stuff, kitchen stuff, and the good stuff.  So Great!  One of the games we played was the one where I had to guess how Scott answered to some questions and eat sour gum if I got it wrong.  One of the questions was, "What is Megan's dream job?"  I didn't know how to answer because I don't even have a dream job, but Scott answered perfectly:  Megan's dream job would be something that "cooks, decorates, and has a lot of fun!"  He knows me so well.  This shower made it all even more real.

I AM GETTING MARRIED! (to the handsome-est, sweetest guy ever)
and it's going to be great!

Thanks friends and family and Shai-I loved my shower!

Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

Today I was having one of those I-miss-Scott-and-my-family-and-why-is-it-snowing-I'm-hungry-and-out-of-groceries-I'm-done-with-school-I-feel-fat-I-want-to-go-home-kind of days.  after work, I layed in bed feeling lonely and grumpy and miserable. 

But, then Scott sent me an email, my roommate offered me dinner, I went to FHE to help make a music video to a song from the Carpenters, my other roommate took me to the track to go running, and now I feel great!  Scott reminded me that this is my last semester here and once I marry him, everything will be different, so I should live it up!  How could I forget how blessed I am to be here in COLLEGE?!  It is so exciting and great!  I love it here-how it rains, then snows, then is sunny, how the people are mostly all zoobies, how we pray in class and sometimes sing hymns, how I have great friends, awesome roommates, amazing ward, caring Bishop, loving family, a supportive fiance, generous soon-to-be-in-laws, a church school, a cozy apartment, etc etc etc.  My life is great!  I'm in College at BYU-WOooooo!!!

PS. I got more comments about my "accent" today.  Oh brother.  :)

Looking Outward

I spent over five hours yesterday trying to plan my wedding.  And by the end of it, I was so frustrated because my ideas won't come together and I can't make up my mind.  Once again, I whined to God, pleading like a child begs for candy, for help in planning my wedding reception.  And then, I learned a valuable lesson.

As I focus inward on all my petty concerns, outside of my self-centered, little world, people are suffering.  Suffering from deep, painful wounds in their hearts, minds, emotions, spirits, and physical bodies.  Real sorrow and frustration stemming from real problems, rather than the petty issues I create in my mind out of those things that are actually blessings in my life.  Now, I'm not saying that my concerns are discountable, for they are real challenges that do cause me to struggle.  And I'm not saying that God doesn't care about my concerns, however minor they may be, because I have had too many experiences that prove otherwise.  But, I am saying that there is bigger problems in the world today and if I sit in my self-pitying world, I will pass up on the countless opportunities available to me in which I can comfort and care for and help individuals come unto our Savior, Jesus Christ.  

This weekend, I listened to two individuals talk about their road to recovery from traumatic circumstances and events.  As I listened to them, I was filled with sorrow for the disparity of this world.  I am reminded of the Savior as He looked out over the city of Jerusalem saying, "Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem...how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!"  

However, these women taught me something so wonderful: despite the terrible circumstances and pain they suffer with daily, they look outward and seek to improve the world around them.  In fact, one of these strong women I know personally.  As she told me the horrors of her hellish situation, I began to weep, and she came over and hugged me.  She is the one in pain and yet she was comforting me.  It amazes me how both of these women are looking outward and doing their best to serve others, raise awareness of sensitive subjects, and influence the world to change.  Both of these valiant women are sharing their stories to benefit others and it inspires and uplifts me.  It gives me hope.  Yes, the world can be an awful place to live.  But, we do have our agency.  We can choose to keep fighting, to keep loving, to reach outside of ourselves and help those around us.

Ever have those days where God is trying desperately to teach you something?  On these days, everything seems to revolve around a specific topic and everything that people say: every talk, every lesson, every interaction with another human being plays the same tune and nags at you to do something or change something or to listen to what God is trying to get through my thick Jewish-girl hair.  That has been this weekend.  And the lesson is: "Megan, look outside of yourself."

The visiting teaching lesson this month was about women's role or place in the church, and one of the scriptures: Ephesians 1:10 talks about gathering together in one all things in Christ.  We all need Christ-He is the Master Carpenter who can heal us when we are broken (which is quite often for many.)  Elder Holland gave a great talk about Coming Unto Christ entitled "Broken Things to Mend" and in it, he shares a poem which I would like to post here:

In Nazareth, the narrow road,

That tires the feet and steals the breath,

Passes the place where once abode

The Carpenter of Nazareth.

And up and down the dusty way

The village folk would often wend;

And on the bench, beside Him, lay

Their broken things for Him to mend.

The maiden with the doll she broke,

The woman with the broken chair,

The man with broken plough, or yoke,

Said, “Can you mend it, Carpenter?”

And each received the thing he sought,

In yoke, or plough, or chair, or doll;

The broken thing which each had brought

Returned again a perfect whole.

So, up the hill the long years through,

With heavy step and wistful eye,

The burdened souls their way pursue,

Uttering each the plaintive cry:

“O Carpenter of Nazareth,

This heart, that’s broken past repair,

This life, that’s shattered nigh to death,

Oh, can You mend them, Carpenter?”

And by His kind and ready hand,

His own sweet life is woven through

Our broken lives, until they stand

A New Creation—“all things new.”

“The shattered [substance] of [the] heart,

Desire, ambition, hope, and faith,

Mould Thou into the perfect part,

O, Carpenter of Nazareth!” 

Elder Holland also says, "If you are lonely, please know you can find comfort. If you are discouraged, please know you can find hope. If you are poor in spirit, please know you can be strengthened. If you feel you are broken, please know you can be mended."  However, we must come unto Christ.  "Blessed are the poor in spirit, who come unto me," said the Savior Himself.  One thing that has been interesting to me, is that individuals who suffer from traumatic and terrible experiences, still have to struggle with the daily trials that I deal with everyday: from drama to school to work to boys and everything in between.  It's exhausting for me and I can only imagine how fatiguing it must be for those who suffer from deep, gaping wounds in their souls.  And so many people are in pain and feel broken.  So many people need the Savior, including me:  I need Him.  Therefore, I feel like God is gently spanking me and reminding me to recognize my role in the church as a faithful disciple, look outside of myself and bring souls unto Him.  He is very good to me and I pray for His help as I look outward.

Stumbling

This is me refusing to do my homework.

I love the demotivator poster that says: 

"Hard work often pays off over time, 

But Laziness always Pays off Now."

Love it.

Sometimes, I live by that.

My roommate introduced me to a new website.

It's called StumbleUpon.com

and it is the best waste of time ever.

Really, I love it.

Basically, you mark your interests

and then click the Stumble button.

Then, the magic happens.

Amazing websites you would have never found on your own

Appear before your eyes magically.

It's fantastic.

And before you know it 3 hours have gone by

While you were happily stumbling upon the most wonderful things.

Some of the fabulous things I've stumbled upon:

Incredible Photography, Gorgeous Views and Landscapes

Happy Science Projects for Kids

Gorgeous Crafts

Gluten Free Delicious Treats

Real Great-Depression Pictures in COLOR!

You will love it and hate it at the same time 

for sucking away all of your time.

But mostly, you will love it.

So I recommend you start stumbling now:

http://www.stumbleupon.com

Cheesy Alert (Stop reading if you are opposed to extra cheesiness):

I love Scott.  He is so funny and says the sweetest things.

Tonight he texted me goodnight: "Buena nocha mi amor."

I am so lucky and extremely blessed.  

I am in love.

Ok, there I said it.

The end.