Hey mom!
I just have a minute to write... PERO (BUT) I just wanted to tell you I love you and I'm so excited to get to talk to you tomorrow. I'm having a wonderful time. I hope you know that - I hope like my letters aren't complaining the whole time because I've had SUCH a wonderful experience here. I hope I've grown a little at least. haha. Our flight is at 7. I'll call you early tomorrow. No idea what time. Sometime between 5-6:30.
Mom, I'm going to be a real missionary tomorrow. What is happening? haha. I feel like my testimony has grown so much- and I feel like I have A LOT more to learn and a LOT of room to grow. Also, ask me how much spanish I know. Not enough to hold a conversation. PERO, I know that if I give my best effort and not get discouraged that the Lord will help me and make me enough. I know it sounds weird though, but sometimes I think about the Atonement, and I'm like- Wait. I can use that. And the Lord never gives up on us- if we think it's "too late" that's not the Lord that's telling us that at all. I'm just like- wait. I can repent and be better and it's possible and there's not a God up there saying "heh. Nice try... but it's not going to work." But there's actually a God whose "Hand is stretched out still" always. What. Is this. This is like- the happiest message of all time. I'm so so so so so so so so excited. And a little nervous. But yeah. I don't even know what to expect honestly mom. Hermana Green alluded it to being on a roller coaster and knowing that the drop is coming up but you can't see what it looks like or how steep it is yet. That's how I feel. I have no idea what to expect or how prepared I am. It just doesn't seem real. Haha.
Anyway, TALK to you tomorrow!
Love ya!
Hermana Johnson.
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