Monday, April 14, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
In times like this, I'm glad my daughter knows just who's got her back. It's been a tough couple weeks. From everything I hear, though, she's heading in the right direction. This is a kid who doesn't get down, so now that she's facing that, she's got to learn how to barrel through and keep her chin on but not carry the load alone. I have no doubt that she'll make it through just fine and there will be big rewards on the other side of that hill.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.
|Oh, my goodness! I am the BIGGEST SLACKER EVERRRR!!! |
This is #1's email from two weeks ago. Last week, because of a mission-wide celebration, she didn't write a weekly email, so this is the most recent. She should write again in the next couple hours, so it'd probably be a good idea to get caught up, no?
Anyway, enjoy this one, and more'll be on its way soon.
I almost got a pregnant cat thrown on me and I saw a spider the size of my hand. No joke.
First of all, serving a mission gave me experience. As a mother of a
Second, I learned about agency--the ability to choose. A missionary experiences excruciating situations with this topic. You grow to love the people you teach. You watch them draw closer to the Savior and you encourage and challenge them to draw even closer. When they take what you say or ask and choose not to do it, it rips your heart all up. You quickly learn that, want to as you might, you cannot take another's agency away. You cannot control what another chooses to do. You learn, over time, that your right to choose is yours only. You learn where your limits are. Painful as it may be, you learn to respect what others choose good or bad.