Racing

There's a difference in following the letter of the law and the spirit of the law. And sometimes, going to church and ditching your responsibilities is not rising to the spirit of the law.

How to you ignore fear?

I don't. It's all about what you do with it.

Do you think it's possible to be so afraid of falling so deep into something that you instead run away from it and find something not as good so it isn't so "scary"?

How do you become so selfless so that everyone you meet, friend or foe, you want them to achieve greater things than yourself, and will help them to do so?

How do you swallow your pride and manage the hurt to show that love? Remember how much my Father in Heaven loves me, and remember the sacrifice Jesus Christ made for me in order to even live and feel the way I do.

Does it really matter who knows the little things in your life? Why not share your joy with others and hope they can see the light in it, too? Initiating that little laugh can kill loads of doubt and insecurity.

Finding little things day to day is something I have become obsessed with. Looking at pictures and memorizing the detail becomes a hobby, and that knowledge of a picture alone then changes my own habits. It's something as little as the way someone pulls back their hair. You learn from their actions. I literally feed off of the people that cross my path of vision.

I have fallen madly in love with my headband. It keeps my ears and forehead warm in the gentle descending snow.

I love, love, love the path my Heavenly Father has put me on. Although sometimes it hurts, and sometimes it doesn't make sense, and sometimes I want to scream at and push the people who share these experiences with, I wouldn't change a thing. Just in the past week, I have met 3 incredible people just in my classes because of the time we arrive in class and where the open seats are. I met the sweetest girl in Animal Science. I met the happiest girl in New Testament. I met the most sincere boy in Ag. Accounting. I really hope these acquaintances grow into something more before I go home to my heartland.

Sometimes I feel like such a hick when I talk about farm life. Sometimes, I even feel like a hick in my animal science class even when every single person around me is majoring in something agricultural and has lived that same life as I have. I raised my hand in Animal Science the other day and said "Will we have to know cockerel and pullet [for the upcoming test]?" and the teacher smiled and said, "Why yes! Good thing you knew that; the class will love you now" and he was completely sincere, and I grinned so widely and looked down at my boots, realizing how much of a nerd I am, yet loving that I found something I can study and use. I was dressed just like I dress at the county fair every summer since I've been 10. Heck, the background on my phone is a couple of doelings that were born on my farm at home. I am and always will be a country girl.

Oh, and I forgot to buy a new dry erase marker. Dang! No more love messages to Whitney.