First of all, literally I feel like some sort of Hindu Monestary Monk, like literally I have figured out how to control my mind, its seriously freaky sometimes I'm like WHOA. (because remember how at night I used to take like 1.7 hours to fall asleep and I was super worried that would ruin my life?) WELL i remember this thing that Kelsey Hannon taught us one time randomly in our Public Speaking class (shoutout?) about meditating for yoga and now when my mind is going all crazy (this sounds weird/is actually weird) but i like think of different ways to "box them up" and like picture them being "locked up" and put away it is FREAKY. And then all of a sudden I'm falling asleep- but then i wake myself back up because I'm like WHAT THE HECK COULD I CONTROL MY HEARTBEAT AND ACCIDENTALLY GO INTO CARDIAC ARREST BECAUSE I AM SO CALM!? and then I have to throw that one into a box and usually i put a ribbon around it to make it look cuter because it is such an amazing idea...and then I fall asleep. BLESSINGS.
ok that was way too much about my mind.
moving on.
This week I would like to "paint" a few pictures of how normal our week has been:
1. We ran out of miles for our car (yeah wow ask me if we are learning how to budget in a serious way) so we were walking, next thing you know it starts raining POURING and we're like...hm...unfortuante.....no umbrella.....oh. Happen to look down at my feet wearing my cutest gap flats with anchors on them....they're all soggy......oh these actually aren't shoes, they are slippers....huh..........not shoes. SLIPPERS. #fail
2. Yates (members we live with BOMB) we were talking to them when we got home...Bro Yates was off in the corner on his computer.....sudden loud animal noises are coming from the computer....but we pretend like that actually is not happening because no one else is questioning it......oh he's going Turkey hunting in the morning NORMAL.....looking up on youtube the best Turkey calls....super normal.................oh you went upstairs to practice your new Turkey calls.......not as normal..........OH SISTER CHRISTENOT JUST RESPONDED TO YOUR PRACTICED TURKEY CALLS WITH A HAND MADE DUCK CALL!?!?!?! WHAT<---IN HUGE FONT because it was so shocking. Like WOW if we could get her to do that on the STREETS! THINK of the floods of Investigators we would have!!! AMAZING. I'm working on getting that to actually happen.
3. I ate a salad with feta cheese. FETA CHEESE. All i'm gonna say.
4. Sunk so low in the walking phase that I wore the terrible missionary "comfy" shoes you made me bring Mom. BY MY OWN FREE WILL. the whole day I would look down and just think "...wow....shocking."
5. Last but not least, sitting in a room with and shaking hands with an APOSTLE, a member of the presiding bishopric, AND one of the Presidents of the 70...and a few GA's all at the same time. WOW. Powerful.
Not to mention one of the GA's was RUSSEL OCHOAS DAD!!!! RUTHHHELLLL (marchell tell him I died). OH and the Hardys (Temple Pres that half of Provo told me to say hi to).
OHK so of course I had 3 million pages of notes that I was going to tell you about and forgot them all. NEXT WEEK. I will elaborate on the amazingness but WOW it was the coolest most spiritual thing ever.
Last but NOT least, I started this new thing of coming up with analogies becuase I have SO exhausted all of the "staples" from PMG-but they have to actually be connected to something that happened to us, which is proving to be so much easier than i thought.
Most recent:
Sometimes your hands are just tied behind your back. You don't even know that this is a "thing", as long as you can remember they were tied....you were a toddler with tied hands...it is your life. All of a sudden someone comes up and just starts throwing a frisbee at your face. Over and over. And you just take it, because you're like, "OW, but what can I do. My hands are tied."
People walk by and are like: "so dumb! UNTIE!" But you don't know you can...so your forehead continues to have welts and your neck is starting to hurt from being thrown back over and over.
Finally, someone walks by and whispers, "untie your hands duh! just DO what we tell you!"--next thing you know you are GRABBING that frisbee and throwing it away FAR AWAY and you are like "no annoying person, you can not throw this at me again." Liberating.
When we LIVE the gospel, we are untying our hands. God gave us tools- HANDS- to grab things, to face trials and adversary frisbees that are thrown at us and to throw them far away, to overcome. Sometimes people- or Investigators named Clare- refuse to use the simple things being taught that can HELP her, like prayer, so she just sits there and takes a frisbee facial every day. It's such a simple problem, untie your hands and you will be free! but the only person that can do that is yourself.
AND YEAH OK BIG DEAL I can't get frisbees out of my mind because as we were leaving Clares house I saw this incredible thing called FRISBEE GOLF that I could not believe was this real thing-like yeah I have HEARD of that but people actually take this so seriously that there is even a COURSE and they carry little bags with towels that I imagine have diferrent sized frisbees and other tools you need for throwing these things?? Papa Bob-this might possibly change your life. Let this be your future.
I'm also working on one about a stuffed pepper and the Liahona...but ideas and interpretations are welcome.
But we saw a miracle with Clare. QUICKNOTES version. We were studying outside yesterday because someone finally told Lawrence its actually supposed to be Spring. And my scriptures started blowing crazy RIGHT when we were starting Comp Study and i was like WAIT we should teach whatever that page is....oh Hosea.....hmmm.....maybe not.....THEN Sis Christenot's scriptures start blowing and we are still kinda laughing like maybe those are just stories of your scriptures being blown ope----HER SCRIPTURES HAVE HALTED MID FLIP AND ARE JUST HOVERING FOR 4 seconds---I'm like UM GRAB THAT PAGE...she reaches for the book and in slow motion her hands are about to touch and it FLIPS. We're like dang it...WAIT. First thing she see's "Oh, its just the Bible Dictionary...darkness." -not darkness but a light bulb- "WE NEED TO TEACH CLARE ABOUT LIGHT AND DARK." Wha? Yeah, Stake Conferenece that day 2 different people had referenced Pres Uchtdorfs talk from conference on light (the one talk Clare had missed from that session because she was late....pieces falling together)
Go to her house...give this way different lesson on darkness and light NOT planned...play the talk and wow I literally will never be able to explain the feelings and how intently we were all listneing it was as if it had been WRITTEN for her, EVERY.SINGLE.THING. she had been struggling with acknowledged. THEN she starts telling us how her ex-husband used to beat her and how she ran away from him because he pulled a gun on her and how her children would see sometimes and WOW so many things about her started clicking in my mind about her and how we are supposed to teach her because of that one bit of information that we NEVER would have gotten if we hadn't wanted a miracle from our pages being blown around.
The Church is SO true. It is amazing how LITTLE we have to do to serve the Lord for the amount of blessings he is willing to give us.
Sorry this is so long, President asked us to make our emails shorter (poor man) because we now have WAY over 300 missionaries (biggest mission in the WORLD missionary wise)
LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!
Love, Sister Murray
MITZI COLLINS! Your letter saved me, those cute little quotes from Conference are PERFECT we are giving one to our Investigator!
Papa Bob- thank you for your letter!! Sounded like the "desert" treated you well, I am writing you back today all about golf and your twin in our ward and this new invention called Frisbee golf!!
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