Thursday, November 2, 2017

All you have to do is read one more 10/30/17


The impossible
I guess sitting here in this little office where ive been so grateful for wifi and air conditioning is making me all nostalgic.. snif.
or maybe it's the fact that this is the last email. lol. watch out nicholas sparks
well its been a walk to remember.
imma try and keep this short... theres so many thoughts and feelings rolling through my personal space today. actually its been a while that i feel like that. like, 18 months.
It's sometimes fun to think of how much fun God had when he created us and our complicated little brains, think about it. our knowledge is so small compared to His and everything he has and is, and yet we overcomplicate everything. Perhaps the smarter we are, the more simple life all seems to us. at least thats how i feel after 18 months of becoming more smart. I cant say ive become smart in the eyes of the world. i didnt learn SQUAT about computer systems or mathematics or hyperboles.

but i feel more intelligent anyway

before my mission i wrote a little book for young womens personal progress and i called that book "what smiles are made of." it was full of things that made me happy and had all these cute pictures of nature that id taken with my iphone. :) rainbows and butterflies for days. it made my mom proud at least hahaha it was cute ok?

i guess all of this that im saying has to do with the fact that i feel like im made of different things now. the heart that is in my chest is the same one that i had there a year and a half ago and it beats at the same rate.. i think, but now my heart is full of a thousand names and faces that used to be strangers to me. people that never in all my life i would have thought i would become close to. im made of their stories, of their challenges and of their senses of humor. ive seen people change and become completely different people and it doesnt make any sense to the eye of the beholder, if he or she doesnt understand what is happening underneath. the truth is, we all dont understand each other because there is no mortal who can read the mind or feel the feelings of another person, not that i know of. BUT! and i am grateful to say that i know this with my entire being

there is someone who (thankfully) knows those things, and therefore knows exactly what to do to solve every single problem that exists within each one of us, and he helps us when and if we are willing to walk into his arms that are always open to receive us. then he helps us, he changes us, and sometimes that change is painful. we have to adjust certain things, we have to let our pride go, put our head down, promise to be a good kid and stop living selfishly and just help others

and in return this man, our Savoir Jesus Christ gives us a pathway and an eternal helping hand that leads to things we cannot imagine with these small brains God created for us. at least now we dont know the extent of joy that we will have if we are simply FAITHFUL and valliantly so to be able to follow Him.

And that is what has been changed in me personally. my heart is made of palm trees, dark skin, small skinny black eyed children flying kites in the road. bathrooms with holes in the walls and no one cares because theres no snow anyway, one bottle of water for the entire family and no one cares because we are all brothers and sisters who have the same germs. i dont know what carpet is anymore or what it means to sleep underneath large blankets or not have a super strango tanline. the cars that got stuck in tiny tiny roads and the chicken we eat for every meal along with rice and melted snow cone juice. that every time we walk into certain houses it smells like fish and in other houses it smells like coconut oil, and rarely rarely do i feel like the servant of god, i feel like the one being served. the millions of kisses planted on my head from all sorts of different lips everywhere and the complaints of poor papi tautu that he cant kiss the sisters, little rosina and her brother tua who give me a hug every time i see them and all the children whos eyes shine when i talk to them in my funny accent. ill miss sitting in homemade chairs made from various cupboard doors next to the sound of waves while we do our lesson and eat bananas. ill miss most of all my dear friends and sisters that ive made in serving with 8 different companions, their laughter and stupid stupid jokes together and our differences that became beautiful to me after a humbled myself. their examples to me that i will never forget. the realisation that every single person i met i think i needed to meet, especially mami salome who just changed my entire life and i dont know if ill ever see her again, it breaks my heart in a very real way. the very real way that a mission in tahiti is not a vacation- a vacation should not make one feel more alone at times than thought possible, or be so hard that you need to curl up in a small corner and cry. im made of the worst times where i pleaded my Heavenly Father for a pardon and i received it, along with the most sacred moments of my life on dirty tile floors that showed my really how much he exists and loves me. im made of his eternal presence, i know he is with us. thinking about how the Charles Dickens was right when he said through Jacob Marley
"Mankind was my business." and this is why he helped me learn two languages, and teach through them and through the spirit, and he helped me truly truly feel like i was making a difference in the small (but large) way that i can. he helped me forget myself
  im made of sacrament meetings and the unlikely people who showed up and made us thank heavenly father for pushing them to come, and im made of their tears when they finally found out that everything we said wasnt a joke.

itaia the 13 year old said to us the other day as we taught his family "everyone listens to you two! how do you do it? are you witches?"

truth is i dont even know the answer to that. i mean ive always held on to that little bit of hope that i wasnt a muggle... but i think the real magic doesnt actually come from the missionaries but the name on their chests. ive loved being a part of this army, the army of Jesus Christ. it's not a joke :) i know what ive learned and what ive learned to teach is TRUE, and that truth frees us. and i am free because now i am a true witness of what that truth does to people.

i have seen miracles and i cannot deny them.
im so full of love, ive been blessed so much i have not room to receive it. i dont have room in my suitcases to bring it all home 
ua hinaaro vau ia hoi mai i ta u fenua here i te hoe mahana. aita vau i heru ia farii te mau haamaitairaa mai tera i tau oraraa, ua here vau i te fenua tahiti no to mea ua farii vau ia iesu mesia i o nei.

i wish i could just send pics next week because the most miraculous family is ready to be baptised this saturday. Levy, Elvina and Titaua (the parents and the sister of little itaia.) if any of you have ever doubted yourselves, dont because the heavens opened on this little confused and lost family because their small son had the courage to do something different with his life.
the last and greatest truth is

HE LIVES.

and he accomplished the impossible.


in the name of Jesus Christ, amen

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