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Monday, January 13, 2014

Elder C and Elder Saenger

As transfers get closer and closer I get more and more grateful for the wonderful Elders serving in my ward. They always have my back and I always have theirs. It'll be weird having new missionaries in the ward,  these two have stood by me during some of the hardest trials in my life, but what if there are others that they need to go help?

Elder Christensen came up to me at a perfect time in my life. I'm going to admit it. I ignored and shot him down every single time he tried to come knock on my door. Sometimes I'd walk the other way when I saw him coming. I had been struggling to stay active at church, I hated coming, I felt really alone. But being the stubborn person he is he kept pushing and pushing. He gave me a quote with a little note on the back. That meant so much to me, someone DID care. I kept coming to church and my seminary attendance went back up.

Elder Saegner stood by me when I was getting yelled at by different people in my ward. And he gave me advice when I didn't want to go to my classes. There was one time that I didn't want to go to 3rd hour at all. I was really upset and was having a HORRIBLE day. Elder Saenger encouraged me to go, and opened the door for me. That 3rd hour lesson was one of the best lessons I have ever heard. It was exactly what I needed. After church I went and found him and the first question he asked was "How was 3rd hour?".

Over the Winter Break I was with them teaching my friends or having a lesson for myself pretty much every day. So when school came back, I was still in missionary mode.... I saw this guy I hadn't seen in a while and I went to talk to him and.... I. Stuck. Out. My. Hand. I accidentally tried to shake his hand. It was SO awkward. Oh my goodness. It was really funny though, and the Elders seemed to get a kick out of it. :)

I really look up to these guys. Sure, it will be really sad when they go, but I'm not saying goodbye forever. With the kind of impact they have had on me and the kind of friendship I have with them, we should continue to keep in touch every now and then. They aren't allowed to forget about me. :)

I have little surprises planned for each of them. Elder Saenger's isn't quite ready so I'm praying we don't lose him yet. I'm still working on Elder C's, too, but I'll be able to finish by transfers.

Look at this sweet poem I found about missionary work. It made me cry.

The alarm bell rings at 6:30,
I stumble to my feet
I grab my companions bedding and pull off his sheets
A groan fills the room, is it already time to arise?
It seems like just a second ago
I was able to shut my eyes
The morning activities follow- study, prayer and such
When it’s time to leave the apartment, you feel you haven’t accomplished much
“We have a super day planned,”
My comp. says with a grin
I lowly utter a faithless breath,
“Yeah, if anyone lets us in.”
With the word of God and my faithful Schwinn, we ride off in the street prepared to
Face another day of humidity and heat
It’s 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through
My champion and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do
We ride up to the mailbox, hoping to receive a lot
Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate “air Box”
We go up to our apartment, the day is now complete
The only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet
It’s past 10:30 p.m. My companion is fast asleep,
Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weep
In the midst of sadness, I kneel down to pray
I need to talk to father, but I’m not sure what to say
“Oh, Father” I begin, “What happened to us today?
I thought we’d teach somebody, but everyone was away
My hands, my aching hands- worn, hurt and beat;
If our area was any smaller, we’d have knocked every street”
“Why on missions are the days so much alike?
The only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike
Will you send some cooler weather? The heat is killing me
I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes, it’s very hard to see”
“Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn’t your protection enough?
People always laugh at me, and call me stupid stuff
Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack
I want to give them Books of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back”
“And what about my family: They don’t have much to say
I’m sick of not hearing from home day after day after day
Oh Father, Why am I here am I just wasting time?
Sometimes I just want to go home, I’m sorry but that’s on my mind”
“My companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?”
The way he rides his bicycle, I don’t think he can see
Now you have it, I can’t go on, I don’t know what to do
That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I have for you”
My prayer now finished, I stand up, then jump right into bed
I need my rest for tomorrow, we have another long day ahead
Sleep start to overtake me, I seem to drift away
Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day
I’m standing alone on the hill. The view is very nice
A man walks to wards me and says, “My name is Jesus Christ”
Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down to His feet
“Arise,” He states, “Follow me to the shade. You and I need to speak”
My attention’s towards my Savior, total and complete
He says, “Your mission is similar of what happened to me
I understand how you feel, I know what you’re going through
In fact, it would be fair to say I’ve felt the same as you”
“I even know how you felt when no one listened to you
At times I felt not quite sure what else I could do
I know you don’t like to ride a bicycle, for you a car would be sweet
Just remember the donkey I rode wasn’t equipped with 21 speeds”
“I understand you don’t like sweating, in fact it’s something you hate
I remember when I sweat blood from ev’ry pore, oh the agony was great!
I see you don’t like your companion- you’d rather have someone else-
I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth”
“It’s hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you
I remember when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews
So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack
I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back”
“Your hands hurt from tracting and knocking on doors all day
I guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ached in a similar way
It’s hard not to hear from home when your family’s not there to see
I lost communication on the cross and cried, “Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?”
“We have a lot in common, but there’s a difference between us you see
I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me”
He embraced me with His arms and His light filled me with His love
With tears in my eyes I watched as He went back to the Father above
I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head
I listened and heard the alarm, then realized I was in my bed
My companion let out a groan, “6:30 already, no way!”
I sat up and said, “Come on, I’ll even carry your scriptures today!”
No matter what we go through,
when we feel we can’t take more
Just stop and think about Jesus Christ,
He’s been there before

I hope everyone had a great weekend. I was diagnosed with the flu (type a) on Friday and have been stuck in my room for 3 days. I'm going to the doctor again later tonight because it seems like its getting worse. Who knows.

Have a wonderful week!

Happy Monday!

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