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An answer to my prayers

As many of you know I have just three short semesters left until I receive my Bachelors of Science in Health Promotion. I have always known that I wanted to do something in the Health field, and this is just one way that I can do that. I have also known for a long time that I need to get my Masters. I am not sure why, but I know that I need to have as much education as I can. I know it may be hard and financially challenging, however time and time again after praying to my Heavenly Father, the answer is the same. A little bit ago I was inquiring about different Master Programs that The University of Utah offered besides Health Promotion. I had thought I wanted to receive my Masters in Health Promotion and Education emphasizing it in Eating Disorders and Obesity. It is an interesting subject and I believe that it would have been very beneficial for me to help others love their body. However, the more I prayed about going into this program the more I would question myself about what I would do for a career. This is when I fell upon the Public Health Master's program. I researched it and became very interested in it. I was now in a situation where they both felt right and it was up to me to just choose and take a leap of faith. I asked my mom for help deciding on what to do. She gave me the advice to continue to pray about it. I decided to change my question and asked how I would know which one would help me help others. I also was asking if even doing a Master's program was for me. A few weeks went by.....

One morning while working the opening shift my prayer was answered. I know of all places, a gym. Anyway since I have been working the opening shifts every Tuesday and Thursday since the end of December I now know the regulars, most of them by name. There is this one older man named Al, who is a very wise man and always stops to make sure he says hello and asks how school is going. He always gives encouraging advice to help me out. We were talking about how I only have three semesters left and he then asked what I had planned on doing after I graduate in just over a year. I told him I would love to go on and get my Master's, however I wasn't sure on which program to do. He then told me that if I could do it, do it and not wait. Education is the most important thing we can obtain while on this earth. He also said that because I have the opportunity to become a mother, that I may have to make sacrifices and take care of my family. I told him my situation about how confused I was on which program to go into. His eyes lit up when I told him about Public Health and how I was interested in working with those with chronic diseases, especially diabetes. After telling me this pretty interesting story about the discovery of the cure of some bacteria and some viruses, he told me that I was headed in  the right direction. He told me not to give up on my dreams and if I were to stick with it I could do many great things.

So... whether or not I decide to get my Master's I believe now I know which program is for me. I feel that this conversation that I had with Al helped me decide on the direction I need to continue in. I feel that regardless of finances or maybe even in my future family's case, I can be at ease of how I need to live for my future. I am so grateful that Heavenly Father watches out for me and answers my prayers in the most tender and kind ways. Remember my friends, GO FORTH AND DO!  

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