I don't have anything specific that I wanted to write this week. I think it is because I've gotten to the point that when it is the weekend, I check out of all things school. I don't have any dates that I can write about, I don't go to any parties; the weekends are for family at this point in my life. During the week my schedule, and my wife's schedule consist of what one of us can get done while the other watches the baby. I didn't think that this type of a routine would be so difficult--that is until I lived it. I wish that things could be different. I wish that, instead of my wife being done with her master's, that I could be the one done with at least my bachelor's and she could still be in school.
I think the hardest thing about all of these "wants" and "wishes" is that everything had to be the way it is now, or else I would have been in a completely different place, or stage, in my life. I can wish all I want for things to be different, but what I really need to do is just accept, and appreciate more, the way things are. If my wife weren't finished with her master's, she probably would have been younger. If she were younger, she wouldn't have been working at BYU for as long as she has, thus allowing me not only the opportunity to study here, but also to get a free education like I am. While I was in high school, my school district had several programs at each high school, and one school that was a vocational school. I was able to get college credit while I participated in one of the programs, and had I not gained those 30 credits hours in high school, and enrolled in a plumbing apprenticeship program here in UT after my mission, I would not of met the requirements needed to transfer and apply to BYU, let alone be accepted--even with my wife being a full-time staff.
I could go on and on about how the puzzle pieces have come together and how doors were opened when we, or I, thought that nothing could be done. It is amazing to me how much we are cared for and watched over by the Lord, even on some of the smallest, and simplest matters in life. I know I don't show or communicate enough gratitude as I could, and that is something I plan to work on. It's crazy to think how much we get wrapped up in trivial things, a.k.a. life, and how easy it is to take things for granted.
The Lord has had His hand in my life throughout many aspects as I look back. The greatest time of all is finding and marrying my wife. If either of us had not of served our missions--she to Paris, France, and me to Campinas, Brazil--we never would have met and obviously would not be married today. I knew before I went I my mission that I would learn throughout my time in Brazil why I had to meet the particular people that I did in each of my areas, and that I had a responsibility to meet specifically them. I always thought it was for the few people that I was privileged to be an instrument in their conversion, but it was more than that.
My wife was working here at BYU and I was living and working up in Salt Lake City after my mission, and even though we only lived 40 mins apart, we never would have met each other if it weren't for a member in the last area of my mission, named Joyce, who randomly found my wife's email address on her mission website. Joyce was trying to learn English and French, and she wanted to write someone who would be willing to help her. After several months of emailing between Joyce and my wife, and also between Joyce and I, I emailed my wife because Joyce thought we would be good friends.We found out that we lived so close, and two months after the first email, we met and three weeks and a day after that first date, we were engaged. There was no other way that my wife and I could have found each other except by this member thousands and thousands of miles away on the other side of the world.
The Lord does know us; He does care about us, and He does want us to be happy. Everyone has received blessings from Him, and I hope that we can all remember His hand in our lives and show/tell Him how grateful we are for those blessings and guidance. I know I need to.
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