So I had my whole email written but then I deleted it
on accident. So I'm gonna type it again. I'm just glad elder
shields isn't chapped at me for wasting his time. He told me I could
write it again. So.
Thanks for that priesthood line of authority! I
needed that. Now whenever a Catracho (Honduran) asks me how I have power,
I'll just be like bam! And give that sucker to them. and then
they'll be amazed.
I heard a rumor that there's a Phineas and ferb
episode coming out with Dwight Howard in it!! That would be an amazing thing if
ever I saw one.
I realized this week that if you're building a time
machine, it doesn't really matter how long it takes you. Just
saying. I also realized that if you read Alma 46:12 (the title of
liberty) in a very deep, spanish voice, it sounds REALLY cool.
I noticed everyone is a missionary here. So
I'm not really different. But once we get to the field, I will be totally
different, and it will be my comp and I against the world. Everybody we
see will be someone who needs the gospel. That will be sweet.
I also never told you about our branch presidency
here. They are awesome. One of them is called Hermano Monson, and
his uncle is Big Tom! How cool is that!? He probably has Tommy
Boy's number right in his cell phone! He's a good man.
Now my vision. I guess it might be called a
daydream, but I feel cooler if I say I had a vision. Cause that way I
just sound like a boss. So I had a vision. In it I was coming home
from my mission and I was in the stake center with the stake president.
He was going to take off my missionary name tag, and that's the last thing I
wanted. I just knew I hadn't done everything I could on my mission.
I felt like I had been lazy and not worked nearly hard enough. And it
wasn't embarrassment or sadness that I felt; it was fear. I was
scared when he came to me about to take my tag. Scared because I knew I
hadn't done the Lord's work the best I could when I was on the Lord's
time. I guess there was also a sense of urgency. I felt like I had
a lot more work to do, but I had to do it super fast. A buncyh of
Honduran people, houses, and streets flashed through my mind, and I wanted to
help them. I had so much to do for them. I should have helped all
of those people, but I couldn't and my time was gone. I just wanted to
make them happy, and I knew I had given up the chance. The feelings of
fear and urgency I felt were so strong that it abruptly ended my
"vision". Right then I was just like " woah, I had better
work hard." The last thing I want when I get home is to feel that
fear that I felt when I saw that. Simply knowing that once the Stake
President came and took off my tag I would cease being a missionry, and I
couldn't work the same anymore, gave me so much dread. I can't even explain
the force of the feeling, but I know I will be so upset with myself if I come
home with that feeling. I realized that what I want to feel is that it's
ok if he takes my tag, I did my work. Calmness, joy, fulfillment, and
peace is what I want to feel when I give up my tag. I CAN"T end
thinking "I have more to do", I HAVE to end thinking "My work is
done". And I will.
Love, Elder Danny String Cheese Harding
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