8/20/18 I cannot believe that I have gotten to this point... I have
seen so many get to their last p-day and watch them all write something special
ha ha. I'm not much of a writer but I would like to share how I feel now and a
few more thoughts on what's happened during these past 2 years...
Recently I have been reading my journal that I have kept
and written in on and off during my mission. Aside from laughing a ton it has
helped me realize something, that even though while writing I thought that what I was writing wasn't relevant or important... it is very important to me now, and I am so happy that I wrote at least something... because it has helped me
realize that ever since I got on the plane it's been a learning
experience.
The MTC and my first area were really rough- I will be
honest. I was (and still am haha) immature and was not able to stay focused to
save my life... it took me a long time to get my act together, and I had to
work really hard to start improving in that aspect. More than anything, God's
grace made it possible, because people do not change as fast as I did. I know
that there was divine intervention there, because if there wasn't, I would
probably be the same as I was then. working through that was just the beginning
of the changes that would happen throughout my mission.
I soon found myself in my second area, Moyobamaba. By then I could speak better and was somewhat confident in myself and in my abilities as
a missionary. But that was soon put to the test! I soon found a lot of opposition
in almost everything that we did, day after day we tried and tried without
seeing much results... There were several occasions where I went to sleep
crying because of how hard it was, but oh man were we blessed. Everything good
that ever happened in that area was a blessing from heaven. We had real
success, converts who are still active in the church today, and I was blessed
in the experiences that I had. It was all for obedience, we did our best, and
the Lord came through. Up until now it has been my favorite area.
After Moyo and up until the offices, things were crazy, two
short transfers in two different cities were exciting and I learned several
things in those transfers. I had my hardest companions in those changes, we had
a lot of difficulties but we always were able to work out our differences. In
all we were blessed, we also saw a few baptisms, but I don't feel like they were
real converts. It was then when I learned not to baptize people just for
numbers, and I felt a lot of guilt for not being more careful... But then I soon
got to the offices and the whole mission changed...
It was strange being in charge. I was used to having
someone there to help me but when you only respond to the president, I had to
rely very heavily on personal revelation. It was there when I learned that the
Book of Mormon is so important. Not reading made things very hard and I felt
the spirit much less often and with less strength. It really is the iron rod.
If we are to have His guidance we need to read it and treasure what it says. Since
my time there I have seldom gone a day without reading something from the
BOM.
And now I'm here.. haha the hardest area for last. It has
been really rough but I have learned more about the will of God and what He
wants for me. I also learned that I need to accept it, and be happy with what
he has given me. It's not easy, but necessary. I would like to end with my
testimony:
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