My motto this transfer has been "we don't talk about it."
When people on the square ask me how long I have been on my mission, my answer has been the good 'ole, "over a year." And when they ask how long left I have, I say a couple of months. I guess when you get to this point, where you really only have 1 final day left in the mission field, you could say things have become pretty real.
This week has been a wild and crazy ride where I have learned so much about myself and about what it means to be fixed on the truth and fixed on doing what's right.
What will you do when faced with a decision that no one else knows you have to make? Do you stand up for the truth and for what's right no matter the circumstances?
I won't go into the details of this experience but this week I came to know the importance of doing what's right even when it is not popular.
There was also moments this week that we drove a sister to the hospital and thought that our apartment was being broken into.
Last night we were sound asleep when I woke up to loud knocking on our door and the lights being thrown on by Sister B. She said there were two sketchy guys outside trying to get in and so we of course hid in the bathroom as they continued to knock (pretty violently). We called one of the senior couples that lived in our building and they came running down only to find that they had left. At this point our roommate had woken up and had scared us half to death because we thought they had gotten in. Then after the senior couple left we laugh, chat and hear the knock again! So we freak out and grab shoes, curling irons, a knife (not the smartest decision I have now been informed) and try to defend ourselves. "Night Manager, you left your keys in the door!"
"That's what a thief would say; Just leave the keys!"
And he did and the senior couple came back and we found out it really was the night manager the whole time.... because yours truly left the keys in the door. Haha my bad....
Overall it has been a great week and a wonderful time to serve as a missionary. I feel blessed to know how much God loves me and watches over me. I know that He sent His son to die for me and through the ups and extreme downs it was a worthy price to pay in order to become acquainted with my Savior. I know that God has called a prophet again on the Earth named Joseph Smith. I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is God's kingdom, once again established on the Earth. Here's to the next chapter of my life and wherever that will take me. I know that as I hold on to the Lord's hand, I will be led where I need to go. I love you all so much.