Friday, March 30, 2012

On the Way to the Tennis Courts

I love life. I love the possibility of taking mundane actions and drawing parallels of eternal significance. Take the title of this post for example: "On the Way to the Tennis Courts." If you really enjoyed playing tennis, then the tennis courts could represent Eternal Life. If you trip and break your leg while walking towards the courts, it will make it really difficult to keep going. You need help, like a doctor. If, however, you let your wound fester, you could die and never make it to your dream.

Well, that was a bit intense.

Sometimes the destination doesn't turn out how you thought it would. For example, you could get to the tennis courts and realize that you won't get free pizza because you don't have time to wait for the food to arrive. In such situations, the tennis courts themselves aren't all that significant. It's more about the journey you take to get to them. The important thing becomes how much you grow and the relationships you form along the way...

My ID card expires in April. So I got a new ID card today. I feel like a new person. It's almost as though something big has happened in my life and I won't ever be the same.

I learned something today. Apparently once you're an RM, age doesn't really matter. Who knew? Well, obviously my boyfriend did because he's the one who told me.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Two Years

Today marks the day that I've been home from my mission for two years. Today I met a girl who has left on her mission and come back in the time that I have been home. She's been home for a week and feels completely lost. I remember that feeling.

I love my family. I received an email from my mom yesterday. What she wrote is somewhat private, so I don't really want to put it out here on the internet. However, it made me realize (once again) that I come from an extremely special family.

Beyond that, I am grateful for a Heavenly Father who loves us and is deeply involved in our lives. I wish people could instantly know what I know concerning Him. I wish people could feel His love as I feel His love. I guess that's what missionary work is all about. I just wish sometimes that you could hand someone a little ball of sunshine and that they would instantly get it. Unfortunately, we can't give our testimonies. We can't give our oil; but we can always encourage people to start gathering oil.

Anyway, life is great. It really is great. I am pretty happy right now.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Dear Mooch

Dear Mooch,

I feel betrayed.
My heart is sore.
The cut runs deep.
My flesh you tore.

I thought we were friends,
But not anymore.
Just leave me now.
Walk out the door.

No more back rubs for you,
Not from my hand.
I don't need you now.
I've found me a man.

You thought it was a game,
But your claws were bared.
When I got hurt
You didn't care.

And now it's over.
I've found someone new,
Someone who cares
Better than you.

Once upon a time there was a cat. I was giving him a massage. He decided to play. He scratched me real good right before I had a date. The nerve!

Friday, March 02, 2012

Why Are You Following Us?

Once upon a time there were a couple of lovely sisters who woke up extra early on Tuesday mornings so that they could help the custodians clean for a little over an hour. They were a lot of fun to associate with. Finally, their last Tuesday came. We were all sad (but I'm sure they were more thrilled than sad). Would we ever see each other again?

Well, it may have been their last Tuesday, but they still had a week to go. Thursday night a couple of friends and I decided to go volunteer at the MTC. Guess who we saw! Yep, that's right, I got to participate in their last TRC moment. Woot woot. So I gave them all goodbye hugs again.

Friday morning I saw them as they left to do their laundry. I gave them goodbye hugs again.

Then, later in the day, I decided to go to the temple. I didn't get too far in the girls' locker room before I heard a voice behind me. "Why are you following us?" I turned around and saw one of the sisters right behind me, dressed in white. (Yes, she's an angel). Then, from around a corner emerged her companion. So I gave them goodbye hugs again.

I don't think goodbyes are supposed to last this long. I should stalk them down tomorrow and Monday just to get two more goodbye hugs. Ha ha. I'll probably forget. Anyway, I love sister missionaries.