Well, I'll say this. Not working as a missionary has got to be the worst thing in the world. Christmas day took FOREVER!!!!
But it was good.
It was fun talking to you guys. It was as if I had never even left. It felt kinda strange, but hey, life goes on.
So Melissa, you referred to an email that you sent a
while back during our phone call, but I only remember getting one email
from you and it saying that you were still alive and watching the
presidential election results. have you been writing me? cause if you
have I haven't been getting them. :/ oh well
So Christmas was awesome and hectic. I loved playing
with the sock monkey. Elder Belo and I flung mine around for a little
while last night. They shoot far! and I love the fact that they scream!
I also watched 17 Miracles for the first time last
night. It was a wayyyyy good movie. I'm glad that it's on our approved
watching list. I couldn't stop thinking about my bike accident the whole
time that I was watching. The Holy Ghost was confirming to me of the
truth of what happened to them and me the entire time. I know that God
loves his children, and that he will protect them. I couldn't believe
the strength that the pioneers had to have had to go through all of
that. Their testimonies really were the reason for everything that they
did in their lives.
I've been reflecting on my own past on that thought
for the last few weeks. Of how before my mission I would do what I did
and my beliefs seemed to be separate from that. They seemed to be in two
different categories. Of course I still believed in good morals and
living a positive life, but there always seemed to be exceptions to the
rule. Since coming on the mission I have seen many personal witnesses to
the fact that God lives. I have lived through many different
circumstances that witness to me that if we will make Him the reason why
we act in any situation that we will not only reap the benefits thereof,
but our actions are done with the power and authority of God. Being a
missionary is not putting on an act. It is not limiting your
conversation topics to the gospel for two years and never thinking about
it again. Being a missionary is consecrating your time and efforts to
being your brother's keeper. It's recognizing that God works through
people to influence the lives of those in need. Being a missionary is
being a friend; nobody likes being around a robot.
Honestly, I don't have too much more to say. Nothing has really
changed in the last twenty four hours other than that I went to the
doctor and he's recommending that I get my tonsils out, and Pres. Morby
says that he'd prefer it if I can get my tonsils out by the end of the
week instead of waiting until after the new year.
Hope ya'll had a very Merry Christmas. Please send
me pictures of you guys and what you are doing. Those are the things
that I value most being out here in the field. they help me feel
connected. Happpy NEW YEAAAAAR! since I won't get to email till 2013. Do
another snow Jenga for me and send me a photo of the results!
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