LAST DAY AT THE MTC!! I'm a bit bummed that it's gone by so quickly and that I'm already having to say goodbye, but I'm so excited to get into the field.
Here's the weekly rundown:
- Reassignment to Arcadia, CA
- The 4th of JULY!
- Vocal solo at Sunday devotional
- Pickleball!!!
I am officially headed to Arcadia tomorrow morning. Since, we're still waiting on my visa, I (and one other elder going to Adelaide) will be in California for a bit until they arrive. Whether I'm there for a transfer, more, or less, depends on a lot of varying factors. Even though my visa should be here any day, I'm still hyped to get out into the field. It's unexpected, but I'm trying to stay positive about it. It's a solid reassignment mission and I am hoping God has some people there who need my special touch.
I said goodbye to my sweet companion, Sister Foote, today. Since she has had her visa for awhile now, she will be headed down under. Of course, we will see each other again someday soon and it will be a grand reunion, most likely in a church gym.
I had heard holidays were a solid experience at the MTC, and the 4th of July did not disappoint. The day itself was pretty routine, but after sunset, we got to watch the one and only "Joseph Smith: Restoration of the Gospel" video (or something like that). This might be the closest I get to a movie for the foreseeable future so I thoroughly enjoyed it.
We then were let out into the quad to watch the fireworks over Provo. I'll be honest, I didn't see a lot of fireworks, but it could've been because I was too busy screaming the national anthem, "yeehaw", "USAUSA", "I love Texas" (courtesy of Sister Wright), and "*insert eagle screeching*".
As you can imagine, the energy was high and I loved spending the night with new and old friends. I haven't even told you the best part. We got to stay up PAST BEDTIME! 11:00pm BABY!!!
It was a treat to break routine for even half a day.
Sister Paige Wazenegger (friend from high school going to Brazil)
MTC District
Sister Campbell
Provo Sky
One of the sisters in the branch presidency heard a musical number I did with some of the sisters in my district the previous Sunday and took it upon herself to get me an audition for a vocal solo with the MTC President's wife. I'm not quite sure how I got roped into it, especially since I vehemently declined the offer when brought up by some of the sisters in my district, but I did it anyways.
The sweet and very talented Sister Williams offered to accompany me with my song of choice, "Peace in Christ". We pulled a number together in about 24 hours and after the audition, I found out I would be singing at the Sunday evening devotional. Wahoo.
A side note, remember my screaming and squawking from the 4th? That was a careless oversight on my part and left me quite raspy in the days preceding my performance. Oops. Tender mercy, my voice cleared by Sunday afternoon. Note to self, no more screeching.
We found our district sport. For the last week, we spend our hour of gym time playing pickleball and four square. If you aren't aware, pickleball is kind of a big deal in Utah, so the fact that I can hold my ground against the locals (which is most missionaries here) is substantial. Let's just say, I ball. It's the highlight of my days, and Sis Foote and I are quite the pairing on the court. All I can say is I hope they have pickleball in Australia, or I might have some withdrawals.
I disregarded a spiritual thought last week, so here it is:
As a missionary, we have lots of rules and standards to uphold. Many seem tedious and unnecessary. One of the big things we teach as missionaries is the importance of following God's commandments, even though they may seem tedious and unnecessary. But why do we do it? BECAUSE WE LOVE HIM!
As I've tried to follow the standards set for me, I have to remind myself why they're there (not always because some elder did something stupid) and why we follow them in the first place. I thought of this analogy. When you're learning to drive, you might have a driving instructor.
Now, as the new driver, we have to trust that our instructor is going to tell us where to go and how to do it. We don't go rogue and say, "That's stupid, let me figure it out myself." If you're wise, you'll usually follow what they say, and when you mess up, they usually have their own brake on their side. They won't tell you to do something that will put you or others in danger.
Our Heavenly Father is similar. He tells us where to go, and sometimes, he puts rules in place that keep us and others out of danger, and though we might not always understand their purpose, we trust that He knows better and do it because we trust, AND love Him. And for those things we don't understand, turn your thoughts to 1 Nephi 11:16-17.
16 And he said unto me: Knowest thou the condescension of God?
17 And I said unto him: I know that he loveth his children; nevertheless, I do not know the meaning of all things.
We don't know all of God's whys, but we know He loves His children. And that's enough.
It's crazy that my training time has already come to a close. It's hard to understand how fast the weeks go by but how slow the days go until you're actually a missionary. It feels like ages and a breeze all at the same time. However, I'm ready to leave the MTC bubble and get out into the real world.
And also to not eat MTC food anymore.
Talk to you next time (probably) in California!