Showing posts with label Missionaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Missionaries. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Eternally Grateful

I really have been wanting to blog lately but I have no idea what  to blog about. I wanted something awe-inspiring for my one year mark of being home but I couldn't think of anything that could possibly inspire you or say anything that you haven't heard before. However, I had to post something.

Before I left on my mission I was absolutely terrified to leave my comfort zone of Cedar City, to leave those I love behind... you know the usual anticipated missionary fears. I remember having a thought that brought comfort; no matter what I was going to go through or no matter where I was going to be, at least I had someone by my side at all times. Now that I am home I reflect back on those people who were by my side at all times; my best friends, my other halves, my sisters, my companions. I have so many things to say about them but to sum things up let's just say that I am eternally grateful for what they taught me and for their examples of women I hope to surround myself around for the rest of my life. They emulate the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I sometimes wonder what I did in the pre-earth life to be given the privilege to serve with these amazing women. 

Anyway, so what I want to do is share what I love about them most. I will go from first to last companion. Ready, go. 

Sister Nielson: We were companions in the MTC (Missionary Training Center). If you have ever experienced the MTC you know the emotional toll it takes on you, however, you see the progress you make for the little time you are there. I doubted so much on my ability to teach the Gospel. I doubted whether or not I should even be in the mission field. I was difficult to work with. To this day I am grateful for Sister Nielson's patience. Not only with me but with herself. By her example of patience, she taught me to never give up and to never doubt my ability. 

Sister Lovato: Oh, Sister. This is my trainer! My Oregon Mama. Getting out into the mission field is something I never imagined. I was tired. I was sick. I was homesick. Again, I was tired. Sister Lovato taught me to have fun while doing missionary work. "Oh.. uh.. hi, is there a house up there?" *inside joke* On the other hand, she taught me by being exactly obedient will bring forth miracles. She would have me get out of the car and back her up if it was only a foot. I'm glad I learned obedience from day one. 
 
Sister Singer: When I think of charity I think of Sister Singer. My follow-up trainer. We were definitely companions to cross paths in this life. I have learned so many things from her that it would take pages to fill. I have never seen someone accept another as she has. She taught with love. She served with love. She is the prime example of Charity and love and I'm grateful I was able to learn what true charity was by being her companion and working next to her. I wish to emulate a fraction of what she is one day. 

Sister McDonald: Working in a YSA ward during the Holiday's is a tough task. We tracted more in that transfer than I did my entire mission. However, Sister McDonald was always hopeful in finding new people to teach and without a doubt we always had at least one amazing lesson a week. She taught me how to be hopeful in all things and not just mission work. My grandfather passed away the day we were put as a companionship and she reminded me of the Plan of Salvation and how it brought hope. 

Sister Hollingshead: Oh my sweet Sister Hollingshead. I knew about her before I was even her companion because her Aunt is in my home ward. I was so excited to finally meet her and yet alone be her companion. We opened Eola Hills together therefore we met a lot of new people that we were teaching. I have never seen someone have such compassion for someone so quickly than Sister Hollingshead. She accepted people for their trials, addictions, and struggles and loved them in an instant. 
 
Sister Clove: Before Sister Clove I was the junior companion. Asking for tips, learning the ropes, learning their teaching skills is what I did as a junior companion. I was blessed to be Sister Cloves trainer. I remember driving home from the New Missionary Meeting and I was so afraid to be her trainer, I was now the one she had to rely on for tips, learning the ropes, the missionary lingo. After my first companionship study with Sister Clove I was floored with her knowledge of the scriptures. I was so excited to learn from her and boy did I. I have multiple notes scratched into the margin of my scriptures because of her. After that day I wasn't afraid anymore to be her trainer. I will be grateful for the experiences I had with working besides her.

Sister West: When President Young paired us up he said that there was no doubt in his mind that we were meant to be companions. This was my second trainee! Sister West had one heck of an upraising and let's say she came out one heck of a woman because of it. Whenever something wasn't going as planned Sister West never hesitated to ask Heavenly Father for help. She knew that if this was Heavenly Father's work then He would help us know what to do. She is one of the most humble people I will ever know and I'm grateful for her example of humility. 

Sister Hadfield: Sister Hadfield was my international trainee! AKA she was waiting for her visa to Australia and was reassigned to the Oregon Eugene Mission. I was happy she didn't get that visa when it was supposed to get here. She taught me heaps (see what I did there?) about confidence. As she proclaimed the Gospel, you could tell that she walked with confidence knowing she is a daughter of God. When she taught, she taught with confidence because she knew that what she was teaching was nothing but true. We had a short 6 weeks together but I will cherish those 6 weeks for the rest of my life. 
  
Sister Savage: Sweet Sister Savage. She had some trials that she had to overcome but each day, she got out of bed, got on her knees and prayed to Heavenly Father. She would get out and talk to people about the Gospel. She would testify. She would forget herself and get to work. When I think of Sister Savage, I think of endurance. She had her own things to worry about but there were days where she would sacrifice her own trials so she could help others come closer to Christ.

Sister Prologo: The transfer we were together was one of the shortest because the mission split. However, one thing that I noticed was how often she prayed. That is one thing I know Heavenly Father wants for his missionaries to do. Missionary work is nearly impossible without prayer. She was more sensitive to the Spirit because how often she prayed. Let me tell you how grateful I am for that. We had an interesting area that had a lot of run down parts that were pretty scary, therefore, there were times where I thought it was safe to go in but she didn't. I trusted her and it was always best. 

Sister Francom: Sister Francom and I were the two Sister Trainer Leaders to go from the Eugene Mission over to the Salem Misson. I would say that my time with her was the time I grew the most on my mission when it comes to diligence. I was also the most tired with her. I was so grateful for her hard work as a missionary. We had so much success and I know it's because we were diligent and obedient. Let me add that I laughed with her all the time. Remember Robyn? 

Sister Palmer: She was my last companion of my mission and I was ready to learn from her. My time with Sister Palmer was too short. We only spent three weeks together because my mother passed away and I came home. Sister Palmer was called to be a Sister Trainer Leader with me and I was excited to see how she would contribute. Each week would we get on our knees and pray about which sisters we needed to go on exchanges with and she would always ask Heavenly Father what they needed help with. Each time we would go on exchanges, it is exactly what the Spirit whispered to her. She genuinely cared for those sisters and prayerfully asked Heavenly Father what she could do for them.  

Now that they are all home, I hope they read this and know how much I love them and how incredibly grateful I am to have been able to work with them and learn from their example.

*super long post but if you are wondering what missionaries do, click here

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Proud of it, baby!

If you haven't read on my Facebook yet, four years ago today I was baptized. It seems like I have been a member for more than four years.

A lot has happened in four years being a member. It has been the hardest, yet best time of my life. I feel like Satan is nagging at me more and I have to work harder to get him to leave. Through those trials and nagging moments, I have built a bond with our Heavenly Father of trust and love. Kneeling to pray is the time I can feel His love the most. I often take it for granted. I try and take a few minutes in my prayers expressing gratitude towards the blessings I have received and for all my knowledge I have learned.

I was talking to a friend today. I was telling him how I used to do anything to get away from the missionaries. I am so humiliated to say admit that. I used to have the hardest time accepting the Temple. Through the last four years I have had many questions asked to me about the Church. Some I can't answer but some I can. The ones I can't though get my frustrated-- people criticize me for not knowing. Well guess what? I'm still learning and will continue to do so for the rest of my life. I have faith that everything is the way it's supposed to be. No matter what. The Church is my foundation and is what keeps me who I am today. The missionaries are the best people out there-- literally. Oh and I love the Temple. It's the most perfect place to be.

I have met the most incredible people by joining the Church. Some who will be in my life forever. I couldn't have asked for better missionaries. They were always straight forward, knew how to explain in a way I could understand, and were like brothers I never had. I still talk to them on a regular basis and hope that never changes.

I remember my baptism like it was yesterday. Actually, right around this time (4:30), I was getting ready for it. I was freaking out; I was going to be "re-dunked" over and over, I was going to fall backwards. Well Ron made my worries go away. We practiced for a good twenty minutes on what to do. It was great.

After I was baptized and confirmed, I had people leave my life for the choice I made. Do I miss them? Oh yes. It happens though. People come and go. I wouldn't change it for anything. If I had to, I would go through every single thing a million times fold.

Four years ago, I would have never thought I would be here. I never thought I would be serving a mission. I am and I couldn't be more excited. I can't wait to show those people who are ready the happiness and joy they are in store for.

 
Elder Carver, Me, Elder Trubey, and Elder Newsom


I look a lot different. Good thing; that's a horrid picture of me! Again, Elder Carver and Elder Trubey (Elder Newsom was only there for a few weeks but I still enjoyed him being there) are the best! Whoever had the chance to meet them are lucky!

The Book is blue.
The Church is true.
And God is Mormon.
                     - Elder [Josh] Trubey (told me that in his testimony-- I'm sure a lot of people say it?)

Happy Baptism Anniversary to me!

P.S. When I will have been baptized for 23 years, I'll still be celebrating. Just saying.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Step Three: Baptism

They want me to get baptized? Are they crazy? It's only been four months since I have been taking the lessons. "Just pray about it Mary. God will say yes." Very funny Elder Carver.

It's a big commitment. I always thought I was going to get baptized in the Greek Orthodox Church. I knew it was the right thing though.

What did I do? I prayed. What did God say? Yes.

How was I going to tell my family? At this time, my sisters weren't really talking to me (except Jennifer). It was the worst thing ever. Not having your sisters that literally raised you in every aspect just cut all ties and not talk to me.

The missionaries came over with eager attitudes waiting for my yes or no answer. "So...?" My response, "Well my parents know I've been going to Church and I'm sure my sisters do... but yes. I'll get baptized (again, not direct quote)." They told me that since I was seventeen I would have to get parents permission. Well, looks like I wont be getting baptized soon. They gave me the papers.

I went over to my mom's house and asked her if she could sign my papers. She wasn't really happy with the decision at the time because I acted so suddenly about it; I didn't think it through. I just left the paper with her and told her to bring it to Top Spot (where I was working at the time) when she decided to sign them. That night, she came and not so nicely gave them to me. Well at least she signed them, right?

A few days later the missionaries came over and I gave them the papers. Next question: when do you want to get baptized? Hmm. I have not one clue. I decided on my Birthday. What better gift to get than to get baptized. Needless to say, it didn't work out. There were things that needed figuring out. I ended up choosing November 9, 2007.

The days went by so fast. I started inviting my teachers. Without fail, every single teacher I invited (minus Annie) asked, "Aren't you already LDS?" Nope. As the days got closer, I started double thinking everything. Should I really be doing this? WHY am I doing this? I can still back out. I told Elder Carver and Elder Trubey that I was feeling this way. They kept telling me it was Satan. Back of homeboy.

November 9, 2007 was here. Most nerve raking day of my life believe it or not. I was so scared towards the littlest things. What if I let go when I go back in the water? Ron (Alyssa's dad-- the amazing man who baptized me) made me practice in the living room before we left to the Church.

Got dressed, braided my hair, wore little to no make up (for crying reasons), then left to the Church.

I had the best people involved in my program. I couldn't have been happier. Once I got there, I heard the baptismal font filling up. This is real. This time... no turning back. Elder Carver and Elder Trubey found me and were so excited. "You showed up (p.s. two funniest Elders anyone could ever ask for)!"

People kept piling in. We had to get more seats. Finally, an older lady came out and asked if I would go with her so I could get my baptism suit.

After I changed, I went out and sat by Ron and listened to the talk on Baptism. Afterwards, I made my way into the water (funny side note: there was a shortage in the pipes or something so the water level was very low-- and I'm tall) and got baptized.

The feeling after coming out of that water. It was that feeling I've been feeling for so long. The last puzzle piece was found and placed perfectly. I was truly happy. I was clean.

After I got changed and sitting back down I listened to the talk about the Holy Ghost. I couldn't stop smiling. I have made the right choice.

I was clean. I was one step away from fully following God's path.