"...all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good."

I had a plan. That plan has been ripped up, puked on, and set on fire. These things tend to happen to me. I make a plan, I think the plan is great, then God comes along with His plan and turns out it's different than mine. His plan is always harder, always tearful, and always better. I'm trying to remember this as I pick myself up this week and rearrange what is left of my academic career. I found out yesterday that I will not be continuing in the social work program here in Logan. There are a few options as to what I can do, and after careful consideration and prayer I have decided to use Brigham City as my social work base. Brigham city means a commute, as all my social work classes and practicum will be 30-45 minutes away, but it also means not having to wait until next year to re-apply for the program. It is not going to be an easy path and it was a hard decision to make. I have yet to know why this is the way I need to go but I have trust in that it is the best thing for me. And though I will, probably, still be crying over this two weeks from now, and again in the Fall when it becomes a reality, I will be okay and I can do this.