Monday, November 14, 2011

My name is Farryn Nichols and I am a Mormon!

Six years ago on November 7, 2005 I made a life changing decision that has brought so much joy to my life. I was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am proud to say that I am a Christian and the Jesus Christ is my Savior. My Goal this year was to finish the Book of Mormon and instead of finishing by DEC.31 I took a leap of faith and finished it today. I am extremely blessed and I know that my Heavenly Father Loves me. Go to to learn more about my happiness. 
 We Celebrated by going to the Washinton DC Temple, which was very special to be there with my BFF Porsche. Then we went into DC and got DC cupcakes. So Yummy! Then went to 'Plank' all around DC. The next day was Fast Sunday so I of course was overwhelmed with joy to share my testimony with everyone that would listen! Finally, on the actual day a few good friends and I went to a "ReBirthday" Dinner! All in all, its seems as if 6 years was a more exciting anniversary than 1-5. I still am unsure about the reasoning behind that. My only guess was this, My testimony of  Christ has never been stronger, along with my testimony of the Book of Mormon. 
My life is joyful because I know who I am, why I am here and where I will go after I die. I know that my Heavenly Father loves me and knows me individually. 
My name is Farryn Nichols and I am a Mormon.

Dad, I Love You.

My Dad had a Heart Attack last week.
The hardest part was that my whole family was spread thin across the country. 
Brothers: California 
Dad: Texas 
Mom: New York
Farryn: Pennsylvania 

So at this time of need I sent out a prayer request to all of my great friends who I knew would not only be willing to help, but would appreciate me asking for it from them specifically. 

Thankfully, and due to so many prayers, my Dad is recovering well. My mom left work and flew to Texas and spent a week with him helping him recover. The thing is that now he is alone again and the number one thing that the doctor said to him after a post-op appointment was that he needed to make a serious change in his diet. 

When something like this happens, action is required to change how we used to be into how we need to be to survive. My Dad going though this has really changed my outlook on my life too. I have changed my diet over night just as he has. We are doing a "Healthy" together. 

He is recovering well and I can't wait to see him in 20 something days. 

Friday, November 4, 2011

The First Steps

Watching a baby take its first steps is such an exciting moment for everyone who has watched that baby grow from the day it was born. For the child, it is exciting and a little wobbly and scary in the beginning. Then the baby gets the hang of walking and soon is walking everywhere. The next thing you know the child is running around and once and a while she will fall down, bump her head, or get a scratch. But, there is always someone there to pick the baby up give lots of love and kisses and make it all better. Soon after the baby is reassured that they can walk again and not fall they are right back on their feet. 

Now, I feel that God feels the same way the parent does when the child takes their first steps when we take the first steps in a new direction in our lives. For us as adults or growing adults it is scary and a little wobbly until we really get the hang of it. And sure we will too fall down and bump our heads and need someone to reassure us that we can walk again. 

God wants us to grow and learn and that is why he gives us challenges and trials and blessings. Since I am 20 years old I obviously think that the hardest thing in life is change and moving on and growing up. Its hard for me to accept that people who I love may not always be in my life, or may not be as big a part of my life in the future. The thing is that God has a specific plan for each of us and even if we may not be able to recognize the beauty of His plan its there to help us. 

I have been having a hard time this whole year out here understanding why I can't all stay close to some of the  people who made such a difference in my life. It is hard for me to let go of people that I love. Sometimes I feel like I have lost a best friend, but at other times I am grateful for the trial because I have learned so much about myself and about life. In this situation I have learned to rely on my Heavenly Father and I have learned the value of Fasting to not be bitter towards this trial. 

When I first came out here to Philadelphia I was unsure about the outcome of this experience, I was scared of tons of things but just as a child learning to walk I was also excited. I quickly got the hang of my new life and sure I "fell down" plenty of times, but I always relied on my Heavenly Father to help me back on my feet. Of course there were times when I just wanted to go home and be done with this experience, but to be honest, as I was talking to my boss' last night about leaving and finding them a new nanny I got sentimental. But we aren't going to get into that in this post because I still have 7 weeks. 

The point of this post, besides me just rambling, is that we are all babies. 
Haha just kidding but really I am and I have decided that its okay. After all the scriptures tell us to be a little children right? And on that note kids lose friends and gain friends everyday. Maura tells me everyday she doesn't want to be my friend anymore, and the next day we are best friends again. Maybe that is a lesson in itself. 

I am ready to take that step forward from my old life and move on. I have grown to understand that, yes it sucks that people move on and it feels like they don't need you anymore, but as my Mother says to me everyday: 

So thats where Im at right now. Im taking my first steps.