No Such Thing as Luck

I feel like this time of year, just at the end of winter when the skies are clearing and spring is breaking through, is really a time of self reflection. At least, I know is for me. I'm coming toward the end of my school year and I've started to reevaluate. I'm looking at what I'm doing in my life and what I could be doing better. I think about who I am now and who I ultimately want to become; and more importantly, who does my Father in Heaven want me to become. This week has been a particularly reflective one and I realized something this week that has stuck in my mind.

My dad was in town this weekend and I got to see him on Friday night for a quick dinner. Every time I spend time with my dad, particularly one on one time, I come away from the experience and marvel at how much he truly loves. It's almost to a point where I really can't even understand the love that he has for me, but I can feel it. As I my dad and I went our separate ways after our evening together I was in the car thinking and the thought came to me that I am so lucky. Almost immediately I was a little angry at myself for using the word lucky to describe what I was feeling. I'm not lucky. Not at all. I am blessed. There is no coincidence involved. Everything I have and everything that I am comes from my Heavenly Father. He has trusted me to loving parents who have raised me to be the woman I am today. He has allowed me to be raised with the fullness of His gospel. He as directed me to where I am today and I am eternally grateful for everything. I just had to take a step back and think about the wonders that God has done in my life. It was a truly humbling experience and I believe that it has changed my outlook. I have a new resolve to be the person that my Heavenly Father sees me as. I was to fill the potential that he has placed before me. I believe that in that action I can show Him my gratitude.