Archive for July, 2011

Yay, I’m so excited to see you all!

These are my only requests:

Wednesday I’m going to be pretty dead, so although I’ll play nice and tell stories and stuff, I would love to get to bed at a decent hour and continue story-telling Thursday.
Thursday for breakfast I would love some homemade, whole-wheat (or maybe half-and-half, I’ll leave that to you) banana-nut waffles.  I’ve been lamenting the lack of possibility of waffles for months.  And then I want to go to the temple.  And then after that I think that I can function like a normal human being again.

Other than that, whatever goes.

I love you and I can’t wait to see you all again!

This week! Gah!




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Dear Mama,

Ok, and the rest of the family and various other hangers-on too, I guess.  🙂

You’re right about the weather here being either one extreme or another–we’re back to blazing-hot temperatures at the moment.  It’s been in the hundreds all week long.  Please tell me it’s not quite this hot at home.

I wish that I could have heard you and Julie and the girls perform at church, I’m sure that you did a marvelous job.  I’m glad that I get to hear your and Dad’s solos, at least.  Is anything else interesting going on for Pioneer Day?

Also, a little bird told me that a certain someone has taken over my turf and I no longer have a place to sleep.  Heads are gonna roll, man!  No, don’t worry, I’m just kidding.  It’s really not a big deal because I’m only going to be there for a month and a half and then I’m going off to school.  And after where I’ve lived and have seen as the normal standard of living here, our house is going to seem huge anyway.  I really just need a bed and somewhere to put my clothes for a while.  Heck, just give me a shelf in the basement and I’ll sleep in a tent in the backyard for a month!

I have absolutely no idea what to get for Dad and Jake.  I’m going home with 12 or so elders, so hopefully they’ll have some ideas for me while we hang out in Buc for a couple of days.

As to regrets I have on my mission, um…I regret not sending you novel-length letters every single week, never fail, rain or shine.  Sorry about that…but don’t worry, I’ll have stories upon stories to tell you in a week and a half.  And just to warn you, I probably won’t get email next week, and if I do it will just be five minutes to say, “I’m still alive, I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

Seriously, though, I really don’t regret going on a mission.  I have grown in ways I never expected–and not just spiritually.  Of course I expected my testimony to grow in aspects like prayer and scripture study and being led by the spirit, and they have.  But my testimony has also grown about tithing, and supporting my leaders, and being humble enough to acknowledge to someone when I’ve made a mistake.  I expected a mission to be physically tiring and spiritually trying, and it has been.  But it’s also been absolutely emotionally exhausting at times, which I wasn’t expecting.  Because you really have to put your whole heart and soul into the work and learn to really care about people, even when you don’t want to because you see the negative consequences it’s had for others. Even when your companion comes home sobbing from church because she’s put her heart and soul into helping a certain investigator for the last four months and the investigator absolutely point-blank refuses baptism and won’t give any reason except “I don’t feel like it”.  Even when another companion really loves another investigator who gets all the way to the font, looks at the water, and then says that she doesn’t actually want to be baptized and more than that, she never wants to speak to us again.  Even when one of the investigators that you really cared about–to the point of spending three days trying to find her a wheelchair so she can get to church despite your companion telling you that it’s silly to take too much trouble and arranging for someone to record themselves reading the Book of Mormon because she doesn’t see well enough to read print so fine–later tells off your new companion and insults her heritage and upbringing and later, after you’ve left, refuses to meet with the missionaries any more and then later refuses to even listen to the Book of Mormon anymore.  Yes, it’s been an absolute emotional roller coaster, but do I regret any of it?  No.  I’ve learned what it really means to care about someone–to see them before they’re baptized, and to see them after they’re baptized and the difference that makes in their lives.  And even more than that–to see them work with the missionaries and help advance the work, to see them fulfill their duties and to be a strength to the branch, to see them prepare to go to the temple to partake of all the blessings that are to be had there.  It makes it all worth it, even for just one person.  And where would I be had I not come on a mission?  I’d be farther along in school, it’s true.  But I wouldn’t have grown nearly so much as a person; I wouldn’t have matured as much as I have here.  I would have been just the same person that I was before. [Don’t worry about taking this paragraph out, I haven’t said anything that I wouldn’t say to anyone.]

Well, I’ve spent all of my allotted internet time and then some, so I’m going to leave it at that.  Thanks for all of your motherly advice, and I double-dog dare you to come light my undies on fire.

Love you,


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Don’t worry, the bird mites were black, not white.

This week was very boring.  Very much day after day of non-stop
contacting, through rain and shine.  The weather has decided to be
cold and rainy and miserable lately, though Sunday was lovely.

As to my homecoming, everything sounds great.  Can the cookies be
Jill’s soft gingersnaps?  I’ve been craving those for literally
months.  She doesn’t have to make them where she’s coming up from
Utah, but from her recipe.

Short email this week because I’m doing some school stuff.

Love you,


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