So as I was sitting here thinking of an email title I just started to say the name of Kenny Chesney songs. “Some People Change” was the song I picked for my title. Sadly this week that meant people changing for the worse:(
Our friend Dariel and most progressing investigator told us last night that he is tired of coming to church and just doesn't wanna meet with us anymore. He said he wants to be friends, but he just doesn't feel like doing the church thing. It was sad, but I know God has a plan for him. As I think of how much he has changed since we met him a few months ago I realize that even though he isn't baptized (yet) Jesus Christ still had an influence on his life for the better.
Christmas time on the mission is weird. My emotions just go crazy lol. Some days I am like "yeah I could miss Christmas every year it isn't even that bad" and other days I am like "wow I wanna go home right now" so basically I'm crazy. Haha kidding. But for real Christmas is amazing because of our Savior Jesus Christ.
We had a Christmas activity this week for the mission. It was split up into 2 different days for half of the mission one day, and the other half the next day. A perk of being in the office is that we got to go to both. President Bretón talked about the Atonement of Jesus Christ and I have never felt the spirit so strong before. That was one of the moments when I thought "I could miss Christmas every year".
As time goes on I realize how short 2 years really is. I'll be home in about 7 months and I can't believe it. I know that's still a hot minute, but truly time is quick. Even though Some days are harder than others, I wouldn't trade the mission experience for anything.
I want to share a story that I read in a book that my companion has. It's called "I knelt to Pray" by Sterling W. Sill.
I knelt to pray as day began
And prayed "O God, bless every man.
Lift from each weary heart some pain
And let the sick be well again."
And then I rose to meet the day
And thoughtlessly went on my way;
I didn't try to dry a tear
Or take the time a grief to hear.
I took no steps to ease the load
Of hard-pressed travelers on the road;
I didn't even go to see
The sick friend who lives next door to me.
But then again when day was done
I prayed, "O God, bless everyone."
But as I prayed a voice rang clear
Instructing me to think and hear.
"Consult your own heart ere you pray;
What good have you performed today?
Gods choicest blessings are bestowed
On those who help him bear the load."
And then I hid my face and cried,
"Forgive me, Lord, for I have lied.
Let me live another day
And I will live it as I pray."
I really love this story. It made me stop and think about how I pray. I hope you could all learn something from this story. Prayer is a powerful thing. I know that it is a tool that God has given us. If we use it correctly we will be an instrument in the Lords hand.
I love and miss you all! I hope you have a Merry Christmas! Don't forget the reason of the season:)
Elder Wilde