Thoughts from a sister experiencing her final transfer.
It's been an incredible week.
Words from the primary song ''yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.'' explain things so well.
Driving into Rome, through the familiar streets, passing the park we had
cleaned for the stake helping hands project my second transfer where I
scraped the tip of my pointer finger off with a saw and became best
friends with Gustavo...so many random memories
came flooding back, and I was on the verge of tears, just overwhelmed
with a feeling of gratitude for every single person I've met, for all of
the experiences, everything I've learned. As we pulled up through the
gate of the Villa, I felt it even more. There
were my mission brothers! I went downstairs to put my backpack
down and was met by my mission sisters. What a reunion. Dinner
was Hawaiian haystacks. Can we say America?
''You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place . . . like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the
person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be
this way ever again.” (Elder Holland)
Yes, I am going to miss this. I have met such amazing people
here...missionaries included. Especially missionaries. I just want to do
everything I can to show Heavenly Father my gratitude, to put what I've
learned into practice, to keep studying, to maintain
the relationships and friendships I've made...to live up to His
expectations. I know I can't ever do even the smallest part...but I can
try.
Yeah. My thoughts are kind of all over the place these days. So I'm just
focusing on being obedient, loving everyone. We set a baptismal date
with this fifteen year old girl for the fourteenth of
February. The only setback is the fact that she
doesn't think her dad will let her. So we're just going to keep doing
all we can, ''expect a miracle''.
So things are good. I love the mission, everyone in the ward, our investigators, it's great.
Thanks for everything!
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