Two years ago today I was freaking out because I entered the MTC the next day. Two years ago today I was busily packing my suitcases that would contain my life for the next 18.5 months. Two years ago today I was spending all the time I could with my family. Two years ago today I played out on the lawn with my puppy because I knew that the next time I'd see him he'd be huge. Two years ago today I was set apart as a missionary. Two years ago today I turned 21.
If I weren't a member of the Church, I would have been of legal age to drink (haha...like I would. YUCK!) But because I am a member of the Church, I was finally old enough to go out and preach the Gospel as a missionary. And boy was I excited and ready to leave. I was excited for all of the people I'd meet, and the new things I would get to experience.
Now, two very short years later, it all seems like a dream. Was it really just two years ago that I left on my mission? Was it really just two years? It all seems so hard to believe. The experiences I have had over the past two years have been incredible. They have changed me...definitely for the better. They have truly shaped me into the woman who I want to be. They have helped me to learn things that I need to know to be stronger. I have learned how much I really can withstand in terms of the storms of life, and how I can overcome the trials that are put in my path. Really, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Two Years Ago...
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
The Mormon Piano Girl
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Small, Simple Acts of Service
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sprinklers
Praise to the Man
Today, June 27, 2011, marks a poignant day in the history of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was on this day, in 1844—167 years ago—that our Prophet, the man who restored the fullness of the Gospel to the earth in this dispensation, and his older brother Hyrum, were shot and killed in Carthage Jail. I came to that realization this morning as I woke up, and, instead of opening my scriptures to the place where I have been studying, opened to the 135th Section of the Doctrine and Covenants where Elder John Taylor (who later became the third prophet of the Church) wrote his witness of the events that unfolded that day when our Prophet willingly gave his life for the benefit of the Church and all those who would follow after him.
I am forever grateful for the sacrifices Joseph Smith went through during the eighteen years from the time he first saw the Angel Moroni appear to him in his bedroom late one night until he was martyred at Carthage. Many times in the MTC, Hermana Waldrop y yo watched the video, “Joseph Smith, the Prophet of the Restoration.” (If you click that link, you can watch it as well!) And every time I watched it, I was filled with the Spirit telling me that it was true. Joseph Smith went through many horrible things in his life. But he did so willingly, because he knew without a doubt that the things he had seen and the things which he was teaching were true.
In D&C 135:3, there is a brief summary of all of the many wonderful things the Prophet Joseph did during his life. “Joseph Smith, the Prophet and Seer of the Lord, has done more, save Jesus only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever lived in it. In the short space of twenty years, he has brought forth the Book of Mormon, which he translated by the gift and power of God, and has between the means of publishing it on two continents; has sent the fullness of the everlasting gospel, which it contained, to the four quarters of the earth; has brought forth the revelations and commandments which compose this book of Doctrine and Covenants, and many other wise documents and instructions for the benefit of the children of men; gathered many thousands of the Latter-day Saints, founded a great city, and left a fame and a name that cannot be slain. He lived great, and he died great in the eyes of God and his people; and like most of the Lord’s anointed in ancient times, has sealed his mission and his works with his own blood; and so has his brother Hyrum. In life they were not divided, and in death they were not separated!”
Over the past 167 years, the number of people who have heard and accepted the wonderful message of the Gospel has grown exponentially. When the Church was started in the upper room of the Red Brick Store in April 1830, there were 6 members. There were a few thousand at the Prophet’s death 14 years later. Today, or at least at the end of 2010, there were 14,131,467 members of the Church living on the earth! 272,814 new converts were baptized in 2010 alone! I don’t know if the Prophet Joseph ever imagined that there would be such exponential growth! Several men had served missions throughout the United States and Canada, and some to England. But at the end of 2010, there were 52,225 missionaries serving in 340 missions throughout the world! There were also 28,660 wards and branches. I am so honored to have been a part of that. Last year, I witnessed dozens of baptisms. I trained new missionaries as they went out into the field to start their missionary service. I witnessed the joy of the members in Rio Rancho, New Mexico as a new branch—a Spanish Branch—was created. I even witnessed the creation of a new mission as the boundaries of my mission were changed to accommodate a new mission.
If this Gospel weren’t true, none of that would be possible. None of it! Our loving Heavenly Father wouldn’t allow such exponential growth among believers in something that is not true.
I know without a doubt that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is restored on the earth today. I know that the Angel Moroni appeared to Joseph Smith as a young boy and led him to the brass plates. I know that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ appeared to the 14 year old young man in a grove of trees in upstate New York and answered his prayer as to which church he should join by telling him that, at the time, there was no true church on the face of the earth so he must not join any of them. And I have been in that grove of trees, the Sacred Grove, and felt the special Spirit that I have otherwise only felt in the Temple, telling me that Heavenly Father and our Savior truly were there. I know that the Book of Mormon, which Joseph Smith translated by the gift and power of God, is true. I know that it contains the words which our Heavenly Father wanted us to learn. I know that it brings great strength to those who read it, and that it can change lives. I witnessed many lives change because they too were able to come to a knowledge of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon. I am so grateful for the blessing that I have to be a member of the true Church on the earth today. And it is my prayer that all those who have not had the opportunity to hear or accept the Gospel will be able to do so and recognize the great blessing it can become in their lives!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
A night at the dunes
Unstoppable: Written and Composed by LaKesha Good
Kesha finally finished her song, so I went up and recorded it for her. My baby sister is pretty much amazing!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Summer has come!
The one thing about summer in Rexburg though...is that I'm in school. I don't know how I feel about that. I've never been in school during the summer before. One nice thing is the fact that I can spend lots of time outside doing homework. There are several places on campus when I can get my wireless internet outside (some better than others). So I am able to soak up the Vitamin D that I was lacking after months of crummy weather. That is definitely nice.
Regardless...Summer is here and I'm enjoying it. Totally and completely. Although...I am super excited to be out of school and bust out of Idaho for a trip to my long-lost Disneyland and the place where I left my heart over 5 months ago :)
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Cinco Meses Ya...
Happy Father's Day!
I also have two amazing grandpas. We said "See ya later" to one of them over 10 years ago. I am so grateful for the Plan of Salvation. It is that wonderful Plan established my a loving Heavenly Father that will allow me to see him again someday, that allows families to be together forever. The other has been a great example to me. He's now 92 years old, and it has been so fun to live close to him growing up to be able to learn from him and grow close to him. I am so grateful for my grandpas!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Reunited at last!
Monday, June 6, 2011
What Will You Do With the Time that's Left?
What will you do with the time that's left
Will you live it all with no regret?
Will they say that you loved till your final breath?
What will you do with the time that's left?
Oh, Hallelujah!
Oh, Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Amen
What will you do with the time that's past?
Oh and all the pain that seems to last?
Can you give it to Jesus and not look back?
What will you do with the time that's past?
Oh, Hallelujah!
Oh, Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Amen
What will He say when your time has come?
When He takes you into His arms of love?
With tears in His eyes will He say well done?
What will He say when your time has come?
Oh, Hallelujah!
Oh, Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Amen
What will you do with the time that's left?
Will you live it all with no regret
Will they say that you loved till your final breath?
What will you do with the time?
Really, the song is talking about the time that we have left in our mortal lives, but when I was on the mission I applied it to the time I had left on the mission. And now I can apply it to my time as a student at BYU-Idaho. What will I do with the time that's left? Will I allow myself to go out and have some fun? Will I get to know more people and make more new friends? Will I build new memories? Will I value my classes and what I'm learning (well duh...I love what I'm learning!) Will I leave Rexburg with regrets of things I always wished I'd have done but didn't? Will I build on the experiences that I've had so far, and learn all I can from said experiences? I think I will. And even better, I get to do it with one of my best friends:
It has been such a blast living with my sister. A lot of people, when they hear that we're sisters and living together, and what's more sharing a room, say something along the lines of "Oh my gosh. How do you do it? I could never live with my sister/brother." But we love it. It's given us a time to catch up on all of the times that we missed while I was gone. And it's giving me the opportunity to be able to strengthen the relationship that I have with my sister, one that will carry me through eternity. I love it, and am so grateful for every minute that we have together. And boy have we had some good ones...