This week was busy. We ran all around to get our baptism to happen. We baptized a sister. Her little brother Miguel (5) wanted to get baptized too and I had to explain to him that he will have to wait until he is 8 years old.
In any case my talk with him didn’t seem to help as he jumped into the water as I opened the door to enter to grab my bag to change into my baptismal clothes. He then complained about how he got wet, go figure.
Last night we had a fireside with President Cordner about how to share the Gospel through social media. We obviously weren’t there to do the actual sharing but to help the present members do the sharing. With some fumbling, I and some members managed to send off an invitation. I am much less adept at navigating facebook than I was before I left.
This week during interviews President made me consider my testimony. I have begun considering what this means as I end my mission. Something President told me that has been in my head all week and probably will be for a good long while: “Others will fall, but I cannot. I’ve seen too much and I know too much to fall.”
Before the mission I had no idea what world it was that I had lived in or what world I was stepping into. I’m not saying this as an Alice in Wonderland or Narnia way but the fact that we truly do live in a war. I hear more and more about some Elders, I admired in the mission, now being less active or just now returning to activity. I am not one of them and I will not fall. I’ve seen too much to fall.
I know that this is the way. We must stay in the Old Ship Zion. We are safe here and the storm does rage on, but the storm will pass and the Captain is Our Own Saviour who commands the storms be still. He will comfort us and calm us and all storms we face, inside and out.
I love you all and am glad for who I have become here in the mission. I am happy to have learned how to be a disciple of Christ. Hope to hear from you this week. Bye!