Semana 33
ughhhhhhhhh my computer is a freaking nightmareeeeeeee
also this cìber is playing
really inappropriate, ugly, english music, and i want to dieeeee :( where are
my EFY and Mormon Tab when I need them?!?
Alright...so what happened this
week? Honestly, I`m all around having a really hard time focusing because we
just spent the past 3 hours at the beach playing volleyball. Kinda funny that
I`m down here baking, and at home its almost Chirstmas and theres snow
everywhere...
Oh, so after searching far and
wide, I finally found a place where I could send international letters. I got
them all stuffed full, decorated, made with love and care, and then the guy
told me it would be 145 gs...thats like 25 dollars???? ehhhhhh no. So about the
letter writing, I think we`ll have to wait on that for a little while until I
find another location, or find a reliable pigeon...
WHY THE FREAK ARE THEY BLASTING
WHIZ KALIFFA ?!!! Ahhhhhh
Yesterday we had a multizone conference which was aweesomee
because I got to meet a bunch of new missionaries...I really feel like I`m in a
completley new mission sometimes. The culture, the dynamic, the people they are
all so different from the Argentina that I had gotten used to. It really is
like starting over. Which is a good thing too...
The biggest take away from the conference was when President
took the time to talk about our mission calls. We talked about our first
reactions to finding out we had been called to Posadas, Argentina, and invited
to reflect on how we feel now...
This morning I dug out my first mission journal, the one that has a copy of my llamamiento pasted in it and really read it. The same spirit was there, and I couldn't help but get choked up as a flood of memories of the night I opened it, came back. That was this time last year. I can honestly say the minute I had a call, was the minute I really started to change. Having a mission call DID make me think twice about the things I was choosing to do, the music I wanted to listen to. I did realize that I was preparing to leave. And only now, 9 months later, am I really understanding the power, the holiness of our callings as missionaries.
When we open our call, and we have a crowd of our closest
family and friends, anxiously awaiting, what does everyone care about? The
location, what/if we are speaking a language, and what day our lives as normal
people cease. That information is all contained within the first two
paragraphs. And today, when I read my call, the more precious part for me was
found in the remaining 3 paragraphs...it shares how if I serve with all my
heart, mind, might, and strength, that I will have greater blessings and more
happiness than I have yet to experience. I do testify that these things are
true. What a blessing it is to be here. I thank our Father in Heaven everyday
for getting my stubborn, ignorant, nieve self on a mission. I can not imagine,
dont want to imagine my life without these 18 months. I have found true
happiness. And I know that it is within Christ and by living by His principles
and doctrines that we will all have the opportunity to find EXACTLY what we are
looking for. I love you all! thank you for brightening my day every week!
les quiero
Chau
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ps tomorrow marks 9 months aka HALFWAYYYYYY...I will be
burning a shoe :)
pps ponderizing Alma 32:43...he knows us, and the work we
are doing...siga trabajando, I know the Lord rewards us through our diligence,
patience, longsuffering
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