gratitude.

I've felt so blessed lately. I know it's the cliche Utah mormon girl thing to say, so mock me if you must. I'm a generally happy person, but for some reason, I'm not usually one to count my blessings as often as I should. It's always so easy to pick out the negatives, but in the last couple weeks I've realized it takes a lot less effort to open your eyes to the positive.

I have a family that always makes me laugh, even 1500 miles away.

I live in a beautiful place. Utah doesn't seem like much to some people, but all it takes is a look around the valley to see God's hand.

As much as I complain about money and having to work, I have enough. I have a car to drive, a roof over my head, and tons of clothes all over my bedroom floor, so I must be doing okay.

I have friends that are constant examples to me- guys that are gentlemen and will do anything for me, bffs that always know the right thing to say. I don't think they realize how much they make me feel wanted and accepted. I love them. I feel lucky just to know them.

I have the gospel of Jesus Christ. I am so grateful for the broadcast this weekend. Seeing the Twelve and the First Presidency on the stand took my breath away. I felt so inspired just being in their presence. As they spoke on missionary work, I couldn't shake the feeling that my Heavenly Father is mindful of me. He knew just what I needed to hear.

I have been provided with everything I could possibly need and more. I'm overwhelmingly grateful and forever indebted to Him.