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The Obligatory New Year Post

So I think 2011 can be summed up best by Chris Cagle: "Scars heal, glory fades and all we're left with are the memories made. Pain hurts, but only for a minute. Life is short so go on and live it." We'll stop there because 2011 certainly wasn't lived because 'the chicks dig it'...that would be awkward.

But this year definitely taught me that scars, both external and internal, do heal; that the glory of this life will fade - but the glory of a righteous life will live forever in the hearts of those you touch. It taught me that memories made and relationships cultivated with good friends and family members are some of the greatest privileges and joys of this life. 2011 brought a share of pain - but it really does only hurt for a minute if we turn to The Savior. This year, perhaps more than any other, I have become keenly aware of the frailty of life. But I have also found courage in that awareness - courage to take a chance, to live life a little more fully and to take the first step into the darkness of the unknown, trusting that The Lord to guide one step at a time.

So here's to a great 2012 - let's hope it will be even better than 2011. And thanks to 2011 for all the great lessons, awesome adventures and wonderful friends!

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Baby Sister said…
I would certainly hope that your life isn't ruled by chicks digging it... ;) I agree. Let's hope 2012 is better!!
January 4, 2012 at 1:40 PM
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