Ah. A computer. Incredible. It's starting to throw me off that I'm allowed to use one of these. ;_). Well listen, there weren't so many letters from you, my family! That's ok. It makes my 25 minutes of typing a little more relaxed. Soooo..... BYU education week with the Chadburns. It doesn't get much better than that, huh? I remember going with Chris before he left on his mission. Lots of funny stories there.
The meals in the MTC and the meals in the field will be a little bit different. I'm stocking up here. Enough to last me two years. ;_). I wrote back a little bit in spanish last week, but i didn't get it off in time, so I'll send it today, along with my pics.
I can't really remember if there was a storm here or not.... I'm sure there was. :_). It's beautiful outside though. It's just barely starting to hint towards fall. I can't wait til the mountains change color again. I'm right up against the mountains, and every week we get to walk to the temple early in the morning. I really look forward to it. Oh, the temple, I can't believe I've never been to the provo temple before I got here. It's a wonderful, beautiful place.
Spanish is coming really well. Again. Lots to learn, but it's coming well. The Lord gives us his spirit, every single day. There's no way we get the things done that we do without the Spirit. I know exactly when it's there, and when it's not. IT's unbeleivable.
Well, I apologize. I'm having a hard time getting my thoughts across right now. My mind has been on a talk that we heard last night. That's what I really want to share with you. That's what's meant the most to me this week. Mom and Dad, my life honestly changed last night. It was a changing point in my mission. It was a day that changed everything that I will do from here on out, forever. Elder Jeffrey R. Holland spoke to us last night. My hands are shaking as I'm typing, just thinking about it. haha, my eyes are starting to water. Maybe it's just from staring at this screen. Maybe not.
He walked in as we were singing a few preparation hymns, just waiting for the meeting to start. Not a beat was missed. 2200 soldiers standing in respect. The National Guard would have been impressed. Something miraculous was about to happen.
I wish I could tell you all he said. It means the world to me. But I came out knowing that I needed to give this work my Best. And my best hurts. I know what my best is. Part of it came out during those countless hours devoted to my Anatomy class. Do you remember? I broke down on a consistent basis because I was so overwhelmed with what I knew I had to do. I would go home at nights and cry to my God while I prayed for the strength to get up and work another day. God knows what my best can be, and he knows how hard it is to get working at that level. But it wasn't supposed to be easy. It wasn't easy for His other son to do his best either. It wasn't easy for Christ.
I wasnt to be known as the missionary who poured his whole Soul into the Work. I want the reputation of a hard worker, and I want it branded into every work I do for God. And I don't mean to sound as if I'm giving any glory to myself. i'm not. I'm just finally starting to realize just how important this work is. It's the most important work I can ever do. Invitar a las personas a venir a Cristo a fin de que reciban el evangelio restaurado mediante la fe en Jesucristo, y su Expiacion, El Arrepentimiento, El Bautismo, La recepcion del don del Espiritu Santo, el perseverar hast el fin. It's the first spanish I memorized when I got here. It'll be the most important I ever learn. I'm developing a deep, abiding love in my Savior. He means the world to me. HE means the wold to the world. I just have to help the world realize that. ;_)
Missionares: People who leave their families for two years, so that others can be with theirs for eternity.
Love you all.
Good luck with school starting.
Elder Stewart
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