LONGEST, WORST WEEK EVER. Glad that's over.
There are a few of my favorite lines from The Battle Hymn of the Republic. I love that song. Try to find them! :) (It's a challenge because my emails are so darn long!)
I've been in a bit of a rut this week, emotionally/mentally. We're Facebook missionaries, so were on Facebook almost daily. I generally try not to look at the things that can be distracting, but with everything going on with Russia and Israel (two desperate events, not meant to be mushed together in the same topic) I found myself so upset over it all the other day. I couldn't tear my eyes from the images of hopeless faces and distraught families. I couldn't stop myself from reading that a father said about his daughter (of probably 8 or 9 years) "She always dreams about the bombs." The looks on the faces of these people were so sincerely heavy and sorrowful. It was painful to look at. Of course, my mind ran away with itself and I concocted a million plans on how I could help these people, and essentially create world peace. (If you just thought of Miss Congeniality, PLEASE give me a high five when next we meet). My mind gets drowned in the unacceptable amount of bad there is in the world, and it can't get around it.
But my companion and I have been talking about the second coming a lot these past couple weeks. We do a family home evening with our branch mission leader and families we work with every Monday night, and there are a couple women who have a lot of questions about the second coming. Last week we started a lesson series. Last week we taught about the signs of the second coming. Today we're going to talk about the actual coming of the Savior. When I found myself overwhelmed with the negativity in the world, I remembered that just before the Savior comes, everything is going to get really really bad. It wasn't really a comforting thought, but it did ease my mind a bit. I don't know about you, but I'm ready for it. I would love for this nonsense to be put to an end and live under the rule of the Prince of Peace. I prefer Him to any ruler; whether they be black or white, male or female, Mormon or Muslim. I'd much prefer the Savior.
He knows what He's doing, I guess. I still wish there was something I could do to help console the wounded spirits or repair the broken hearts. All I can do right now is pray. That'll have to do, for now.
"As he died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,
While God is marching on."
Now on a lighter note... My Heavenly Father loves me so so SO much. Every single time I have a bad day, He makes it rain. My companion told me "I feel like you control the weather... Stop it!" It was a big big Florida like storm last Monday. Crazy lightnings and everything. I rode my bike through huge puddles and got soaking wet on the way home. It was such a tender mercy.
Tuesday though... I couldn't sleep in past 4am. I arose feeling mega nauseated, with a headache. Later in the afternoon someone we're working with had a breakdown and wouldn't talk to us, and almost smoked. Dinner was awkward (with a super Mormon family I thought only existed in Mormon movies). We did have a good short lesson, then we went to do piano lessons with one of the returning members... At 9pm, we walked out of the chapel to get on our bikes and go home, but that wasn't an option. Some hooligan had thieved our bicycles. They were both gone. So we went home and talked to our landlady who said to report it to the police. While we waited for the officer to show up my companion and I were eating ice cream... Then he came and we gave him all the information we could about our bikes. He said he felt confident that they would find them, but we're kind of impatient.
Next day, companion and I felt so miserable, we made arepas for breakfast, with pepper jack cheese. There still are some good things in this world.
So we walked for two days, miserably. Then I asked one of the members to pick up Ana Morla's bike from AF, and my companion is borrowing the neighbor's bike. We're on bikes again, but my companion is still anxiously awaiting hers. Her bike was nice :(
Random story time: There were people speaking a Scandinavian language in Deseret Book. I thought it was Swedish, just because that's the only Scandinavian language I'm somewhat familiar with. It. Was. So. Cool. I need more languages in my life!
We're going to the Jordan River temple on Wednesday night. I'm so excited! We'll be doing a session in Spanish again, and I can't wait! :) Doing it in Spanish is always more fun.
Sooo... When coming home time rolls around, I'm going to need to save a few dollars fast, because I need to be back by APRIL. A returning member we're working with is going through the temple in April and she asked me to be her escort! So OF COURSE I said yes. I just need to find work for two months sufficient to save enough to fly back... Haha Temp agencies will be my friends, I guess!
"Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant my feet!"
Well, I think that's all I've got to report for this week. Next week is transfers, so we'll see what happens. I've been here for 6 months, so I may leave, but you never know! You'll all find out next week when I do.
I love you all a bunch, and I hope you're all safe and well. Be good, and don't do anything I wouldn't do! :)
P.s. Thanks for those pictures dad! They're great!