I will be leaving for my 18 month long mission tomorrow, and I’m extremely nervous, terrified, and excited. It’s so weird. I never grew up thinking that I’d leave my family for a year and a half, trying to teach people, but here I am. I was a hardcore atheist at eleven until fifteen, and now I’m suddenly a very active LDS member going on a mission.
My family and friends might not want me to leave, but it’s what I want and have to do. Besides Oregon isn’t even that far away from where I live in California. And emails and letters go way farther than anyone would think. They really do help fill some gaps in.
I had my last Fast and Testimony meeting yesterday. I was only able to go for an hour because I was feeling really awful. I bore my testimony for the first time as well. I saw Elder F’s little sister (12) go up, and I knew I had to go up too. I said something really short, but apparently people liked it.
I went over to Elder F’s home last night to drop off my baby (my bass) and my amp. They’re bass watching her for me while I’m gone. I’m a lefty and have a lefty bass, and one of Elder F’s younger brothers is a lefty. So I thought he could try to play it. They already have a guitar and a drum set in the house. They needed a bass.
We skyped a bit with one of Elder F’s older sisters and her husband (I got to see their 3 week old baby and she was so cute). But Elder F’s dad actually gave me a blessing last night too. It was really nice and unexpected. Right after it, he said we needed to have a family prayer, which made me gush. I love being included in those sorts of things. They’re such a nice family. I’m gonna miss them all so much
I’ve had this blog for maybe a year and a half? I think. Very tentative on that, but it’s been very good for me to see Tumblrstake even if I never did join. I had a blast getting to know other MGs. I got to see one of them get her missionary back. I got to see people who hated the church and people who love the church. I’m still a fairly new member in my eyes, but I think this mission will do great things for myself and maybe for the people that I’ll be able to meet.
I guess I’ll be back here in 18 months. I hope a ton won’t change here. :)
Hey! So, I just started writing a missionary and am wondering how long the letters should be? My first email was a paragraph, but my second was three paragraphs. My RM friend said that three was too long and I have just been worried about it...but my RM friend is also kind of annoying soooo idk if I should take his advice ^^;
Honestly it’s however you and your missionary wants them to be. Some missionaries can be easily distracted, and that’s fine. So you put less in them.
So maybe that RM was easily distracted and needed less said to him. But my missionary loves loves loves to hear everything I have to say and wants me to say more than that even. He’s very good at listening and being attentive when he’s writing a letter or email to me, but he can turn it off and get back to his work when he needs to.
I asked my missionary when he was out how much he thought was appropriate because everyone’s different. I think if you just asked yours, you could get an answer that would fit you two as well. :)
It’s my last Sunday before I leave for the MTC. I leave in two days, and I’m finally starting to get nervous about it all. I said goodbye (maybe for the last time) to my best friends last night, and I cried. I waited for them to leave, but I cried. I’m really hoping they come to the airport. It was going to be a sweet family moment, but a relative I don’t care for at all is coming. So… I told my friends they were more than welcome to come.
If the only thing I get from this mission is me understanding more how Elder F felt during his experience, I’d say it was an okay mission. I’m already understanding how he must have felt when friends are all making plans for things he couldn’t go to. He was leaving. I’m leaving, and my friends have plans for this upcoming weeks for Santa Cruz. It’s nice to finally get where he was coming from, and it’s not just me thinking about how much I’d miss him.
I get it now. I want to stay with my friends and family, but I know I want and should go on this mission. Even if it means I have to go on a plane longer than 30 minute for the first time in my life (sky diving is awesome by the way). Even if I only get to write emails and letters once a week, and I only get to call home twice a year. It’s so worth it. I’m gonna be doing so much good. Tuesday is coming by so fast but at the same time not nearly fast enough.
“Don’t rationalise away future happiness by taking shortcuts instead of applying sound gospel principles. Remember: little things lead to big things. Seemingly insignificant indiscretions or neglect can lead to big problems. More importantly, simple, consistent, good habits lead to a life full of bountiful blessings.”—
Elder Richard G. Scott
General Conference April 2013 - Saturday Afternoon Session - ‘For Peace at Home’
I think it’s okay! I have a missionary here who writes her boyfriend, who is on a mission!
I’ve been getting really mixed answers. D: There was a girl on here who was conflicted from going on a mission because she said they wouldn’t be able to write. A lady from church said it was against the rules. I haven’t really been able to find anything in my handbook about it, but I guess each mission president will have their own rules anyways. So I’m just really unsure. I hope you two are right though. I’d really like to be able to write my missionary while I’m a missionary for four months.
I got the last letter from Elder F that I’ll read at home. :D I’m honestly not even sure on the whole missionaries can’t write other missionaries right now. I probably won’t have a straight up answer until I’m in the field myself. We’ll see.
“It’s important not to trample on other people’s freedoms in pursuit of our own. Even when we feel our way of thinking may be for someone else’s “own good,” it’s important that everyone has the right to their own opinion and beliefs.”—mormon.org (via lvoekat)
“Wherefore, ye must press forward with a asteadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of bhope, and a clove of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and dendure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eeternal life.”—2 Nephi 31:20 (via coopsblog)
I’m just getting slightly irritated with my family. I realize it’s not easy for them to have me leave. They’re not members. They don’t know enough about the church or the missionary program, but they’re making me leaving about them. “Oh Jessica, you should do this for us. You’re leaving us. You don’t care that you won’t be here to see so and so.” After so many times of them saying the same things over and over, my patience wears thin. I don’t know how to word it to them anymore.
And my mom gave me my early birthday presents just now. Almost all of them are too short or don’t have sleeves. My family just doesn’t understand that I’m not dressing like that anymore. I keep telling them, but they insist that I’m dressing like an old lady or that the shorter clothes are cuter. But something being cute isn’t really a priority, and it never really has been before. So….. UGH.
I just need time away from the fam bam, which I guess I’ll have for 18 months.
Elder F just replied back to my email. :3 It sounds like he pretty much never ever has free time now that he’s a zone leader. My poor guy. He said that he only has time to write one letter a week now, and that’s obviously going to be family. He said he’ll try to get a letter done for me today, considering it’ll be the last one he can do for a bit of time.
We haven’t really talked much about the whole possible not writing each other for four months while we’re both out on missions. I don’t really want to bring it up because… I like to avoid subjects I don’t like. :) And he- he kinda seems like he might not know about that rule, which makes sense. He’s never really had a reason to write another missionary.
(Side note: he completely forgot when I was leaving…. This boy will never be good with dates. Ever. I need to accept that. Doesn’t know people’s birthdays. Doesn’t know when anything is happening. I’m forever going to be making him calendars full of important dates.)
We just called each other babe, and I’m gonna die from embarrassment. This is why I told him no pet names. They make me blush and explode on the inside. Blaaaaaah. I’m gonna go refresh my email for the next hour. Bye.
So my talk went amazing yesterday. A lot of people said they were pleasantly surprised, considering I get nervous talking to more than three people at a time. My bishop says he thinks I’m a natural…. which is not true at all. That talk was harder to write than doing my whole senior project in high school (but to be fair, I never did complete it).
It was nice though. We had me give a talk, someone who is about to leave on a mission. Then we had a RM give a talk. It was kind of a before and after of a mission, and that guy definitely was a lot more comfortable up there than I was.
People still laughed at the fact that the podium had to go down a couple of inches for me when I walked up to it. I even wore heels because of that reason! I’m only 5 feet tall. I can’t help that other people are so ginormous. No but it was wonderful.
Then I had my open house last night. That was even more wonderful because I didn’t have to give a talk. :) A lot of my friends came. None of them are members of the church, so it was really nice that all the ones I wanted to come did.
I’m just so pumped up to be going on my mission now. I only have eight more days of this nasty heat in California.
That’s just awesome. Love the “although now that I typed that it may work” hehe too funny!
Yeah, I tend to be very indecisive. I can never make up my mind. After I wrote the whole thing, I undecided that it wouldn’t work…. But it’s in my talk now. I had to rewrite my talk about three times, and I’m still tweaking it.
I’m giving my goodbye talk (I’m still not sure on the right term for it. I know I’ve heard it before, but I can’t remember it) tomorrow in church. It’s the first time I’ve ever had to talk in front of the whole congregation, and I’m kind of freaking out.
My talk is maybe halfway done. I have the talks and scriptures I want to use. I have all the lines and parts I want to use. I just need to put them together into something. And…. I need to add a lot of personal experiences. My bishop put a lot of emphasis on it, and I’m not quite sure what to say on that.
My topic is Strength through struggles, which is an amazing topic. I think it’s a fairly easy topic (thankfully) that I could find scriptures and talks on. I just don’t know what to say for myself. I’ve obviously gone through struggles. I just don’t think I’ve had really huge struggles. I don’t know.
A lot of people have been telling me to talk about my struggle with my family and them dealing with the church, but it wasn’t such a huge struggle for me. My family makes it tough on me for joining the church, but it’s never been tough for me just to keep continuing to go to church or wanting to go on a mission. I know it’s true, so I never question what I know I need to do. So…. I don’t think that’ll really be appropriate for me to talk on. It’d just be me up there going ‘oh my family hates the church and they give me crap for it but I’m okay with that and I do what I have to’. Although now that I typed that, I think that it may work. Just as a small little thing though, not the whole enchilada that my bishop emphasized he needed that is my personal experiences.
I don’t know. I’m sure I’ll be rewriting my talk over and over until an hour before church.
Aww that’s cool!!:) all the best out there, may I write you once in awhile?
Of course you can! My mission isn’t officially set up because it’s opening up in July. It’s one of the new 58 missions, so I can give you my missionary email address until I’m out and know my actual address. :)
Edit: I guess you don’t take messages, so I’ll just put my email address here. email@example.com
Two years ago today, I opened up to a good friend of mine about my past. I told him about two family members who used to abuse me. I told him more details than I’ve ever told anyone (less than ten people), not counting internet folks. He asked more questions than anyone else had ever (no one else ever asked any really).
We were sitting in a hot car, sweating, with no air condition, but we didn’t care. I was more concerned with how he would take it. He was probably busy wrapping his head around the whole thing. I was too nervous to cry in front of him.
We talked for nearly an hour in that car. We kept a slow pace. He asked questions, I would answer, and we’d have pauses in the middle just so the both of us could digest what was going on.
After everything, he told me that he loved me, gave me a hug, and invited me to his church. It wasn’t until a month later that I actually went to church, but it opened the door for me. I had this amazing friend, who was the most caring person I had ever met. And he loved me enough to invite me to church. He gave me little mini lessons on things about church beforehand, and they were probably the best discussions we had.
I’m so happy to have had Elder F in my life. I won’t be seeing him for a while, but I know we’re both trying to do the right things. He’s always going to be one of my best friends. He invited me to church, taught me some, and baptized me. I can’t wait to see him in January 2015.
“And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.”—Ether 12:27 (via abruptcalamity)