Any last words?

Repent.

Every day.

The WA-TAC is the best.

You are the best.

God is really the best.

"The fruitful field shall be esteemed as a forest."

This gospel is true.

Learn it, live it, love it.

Jesus is the Christ.

Trust Him.

God bless and God speed.

Sister Chronister

The Road Less Traveled

I tracted it.

Really.

I took a picture to prove it.

And it seems ironic that it's a week before I go home.

The road we take when we sign up for this deal is definitely one not often traveled.

We give up, sacrifice, consecrate all for a short time.

For what?

Faith is the power, love is the motive, obedience is the price, the Spirit is the key, the Restoration is the message, members are the means, Christ is the reason,
JOY IS THE REWARD.

I can testify that that is true.

It is the greatest reward we could ever hope for.

Nothing worth having is easy to obtain.

We struggle, but never in vain.
We, as imperfect human beings, will always fall short.

The saving grace, really, is grace.

When we fall we get up and we learn not to fall like that again.

It's not wrong to fall, it doesn't mean we're damned, it means that we have something to learn.
We always have something to learn.

The work is picking up here, which I am really grateful for.
I have been the recipient in past areas of missionaries' hard work, so it doesn't really bug me that it's happening right when I leave.

I want to leave good things here for the next people to work with.

Pay it forward.

We met a lady named Willow and she came to church and really liked it.

Good miracle.

I was out the other day helping a member with some yard work and making a dream come true. 

I got to chop things down in the woods with an axe. 

I had fun.

Actually mostly what I was chopping was ivy that was climbing up this tree.

I was supposed to cut through the vines and then pull them off.

Ivy is a tricky little bugger.

It grows up the tree and as it grows it attaches itself to the bark.
The longer it's there the harder it is to pull away because it entangles itself deeper and deeper.

I asked, wondering why we were cutting down the ivy, if the ivy kills the tree.

Well, no it doesn't.

So then I felt bad cutting away this ivy, but I kept doing it anyways cause that's what she wanted me to do.

But, of course, I thought about a cool gospel/obedience analogy.
We are told to bend our will to the Lord's.

Bending isn't enough.
We have to be the ivy that wraps and entangles and intertwines itself into the will of the Father.

We need to root ourselves in the tree of His will.

The longer we are there the harder it is to pull us away from it.

Except that unlike the ivy, when we attach ourselves to Him, we can draw on His strength, power, support, love, etc.

Obedience is the price, and true and perfect obedience is everything that we have and are.

We also might call that consecration.

I get to go to the temple this week and have my mini day of judgement.

I'm excited and nervous for the opportunity.

Consecration is the only surrender which is also a victory. [neal a maxwell]

I hope I can lay it before Him and know that it was enough.

Time goes so fast.

Appreciate every moment of every day.

As a friend recently told me in a letter,

"soak up the wa-tac sun caues that's the only place it shines."

The light of the gospel shines brighter than anything we could ever face, including rainy cloudy Washington.

Ironic, much, that this is where I am?

Definitely not.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

God bless.

chronister

mum mum mummy mummy mom mom mom lois lois lois mama mama mama

happy mothers day to all you mothers out there.

interesting quote/paraphrase from sacrament meeting yesterday:

mother is the essence of who we are as women, of our divine nature and potential.

no, im not baby hungry or anything.

i just thought it was cool that the word mother doesnt just refer to having children.

anyways.....

 

got to talk to the fam yesterday.

and for the first and only time on my mission i got to talk to the one and only

ELDER CHRONISTER.

a member here set up a conference call and we all worked out a time so we could all be on.

he sounds old.

i hope he's ok knowing that im going home soon.

i think that would be weird for me if i knew my sibling who left after me was going home a few months before me.

so i mostly just tried to boost his spirits.

hopefully it worked.

 

not a ton of exciting things have happened here.

unless you count me accidentally hitting a cat with the car.

it came out of nowhere.

i swear i didnt do it on purpose.

i dont know what happened to it, but i prayed that God would either take it quickly or miraculously heal it and i know God answers prayers, so i believe that the cat is where it needs to be.

 

saturday was the 113th annual sequim irrigation festival parade.

i have been hearing about it since january 29th.

let me tell you, totally worth the wait...........

i got a sunburn from being out there all day.

and it turns out that we actually know a lot of people in sequim.

 

such is the life of a sequim missionary.

and it is so beautiful out here.

ijustloveitsomuch.

whenever i feel down or emtional or whatever [i never in my wildest dreams as a greenie would have ever thought that this would ever come out of my mouth] i go tracting and its all better.

its like harry potter.

MAGIC.

or the Spirit. that too.

 

welp, hope errbody has a great week.

much love.

 

chronister

Jesus is EVERYWHERE!

Ok, so I tend to be a little.........doubtful? when I read the scriptures sometimes.

I'll elaborate.

When I read stories that I've heard a million times before and that I've heard other people talk about a million times before I have this tendency to zone out and think, "Ok, I've learned everything there is to learn about that."

FALSE.

This morning I was reading in Alma ch. 17.

This is the story of Ammon.

I can't even tell you how many times I have heard someone talk about this story as it relates to missionaries.

So as usual I was ready to just skim through it and pat myself on the back for all the pretty colors I outlined the story with.

Oh wait, I didn't have that many.

I just assumed I knew all about it and that was good enough.

How stupid of me.

As I was reading I noticed something new about it:

 

Ammon is a type and a shadow of the Savior.

When he came to the kingdom he could have had anything the king offerred, but he wanted to be a servant.

He went and took care of the sheep.

When the sheep were scattered and lost he went and found them.

He knew that he could show by his example the power of God and the goodness of the gospel.

When the enemies returned to scatter the sheep again, he left the rest of the servants with the flock and went and took them on, by himself.

He relied totally on his Father in heaven.

He led to flocks to the waters to drink and live.

After taking the flock back to the king, he went and did all the other things the king asked him to do.

He remember and obeyed all the commands he was given.

 

I was humbled this morning.

There is always something we can learn from the scriptures.

Always.

 

This whole going home soon thing is getting pretty real.

We went to the temple as a mission this week.

That's always a treat.

Except that it was kind of a sad experience for me.

Especially realizing how soon it would be before I was back there, just a few days before heading home.

Then I got my trunky papers, aka flight information and instructions for my final report.

It's gonna be a good one.

Maybe.

 

Work hard, always.

Do the things you are asked to do.

Obedience is a lot easier once you decide to stop kicking against it and just do it.

It doesn't make life easier, but it makes it easier to make choices.

If that makes any sense.

 

Good miracles this week, lots of little ones.

Ciara finally got to come to church.

She talked to her sister and her sister let her come because church is always a good thing, at least a good step in the right direction.

We're praying/begging for miracles.

It all depends on our faith.

I believe.

And according to Elder Holland, to believe is enough.

Sweet.

Much love.

 

Chronister