There are a lot of things about college that have surprised me. It's possible to eat something other than Ramen (be proud of me, I haven't touched it yet!), there are more cute priesthood holders than I can comprehend, and I actually can understand what my German teacher is saying.

Perhaps the thing that has surprised me most is how the Lord has placed me in the presence of angels. Let me share a story with you.

Last night, I went to dinner with a good friend of mine. The infamous Cafe Rio was a new experience to me so he showed me the ropes and helped me order. We had a fun time talking about everything from "what ancient civilization would you have liked to live in?" (My answer was the Mayans. I mean, chocolate? Yes.) to the gospel and the Second Coming.

Does Cafe Rio make someone an angel? Only if the judgement is about how many tacos you've had in your life. So what happened?

A few days prior I had been talking to this dear friend of mine after we got out of our tap class. He'd asked if I had registered for classes. I answered honestly that I hadn't and that I wouldn't be able to for a little while due to some current financial juggling. I could almost see his mind wrapping up this information and tucking it safely in his pocket. Fast forward to after we had walked home from the restaurant. He drops me off and says he has some errands to run. I go visit my relief society president, Alexis, because I haven't talked to her in awhile. About an hour later, while I'm chatting up a storm, I get a call from my roommate Sophie. She says I have to come back to the apartment, now. I offer my apologies and promise to return to Alexis and then run over to the other side of the building and into my apartment.

There, in my kitchen, is my angel friend. The floor around him is completely covered by full grocery bags and he is asking me if I have a particular way to organize the freezer or if he can just stick the frozen vegetables anywhere. I can't even think of what to say. He moves on, carefully pulling out food and handing it to me to put away. Bread, cheese and deli meat, yoghurt, peanut butter and jelly, oatmeal, canned soup, spaghetti noodles and sauce, onions, tomatoes, spinach, frozen beans and peas, baby carrots, apples, bananas, plums, pears... Then he pulls out yeast and flour, with the instructions to make bread and serve someone else. He stands, hugs me, and he leaves. All I can do is stare at my roommate in wonder and amazement as my eyes start to tear.

I truly have been blessed to know the Lord's angels. They touch my life in so many ways and I am grateful for their constant presence. I am grateful for all the angels in my life who live by the words of this dear friend.

"Just remember where everything good comes from. When you really understand that, then offer Him all that you have to give, and see what He wants you to do with it. Then be willing to give what He asks."