-Travis (from the groundbreaking film; hannah-montana-the-movie-2008) aka min fremtid man
Moon-eyed Margo: Søster Shults and I were knocking some houses close by our apartment and this seriously beautiful cat followed us around the whole evening. She had these gorgeous bright green/gold eyes. I called her Margo:) if it wasn't for the fact that Søster Shults doesn't like animals I would have brought her home to live with us.
Spiser ikke frugten: We got to go through the temple on Wednesday! It was really cool to do a session in Danish. That really is the place where we can be the closest to heaven here on earth. Miss it so much.
Transfer Skeme: transfers are this Saturday...and I have been dreading it because I freaking love Lyngby and because of that I've felt like the Lord is gonna send me to another place you know because life can't be THIS good all the time. I dont wanna move!!! This primary girl in the ward ran up to me with a fortune teller yesterday,, and after choosing a color and some numbers... she opened it, looked me dead in the eyes,, and said, "Du skal flytte dig!" Which means- you're gonna move. RIP. Søster Shults was dying. So yeah basically if you're gonna pray for something pray that this girl isn't some freaky nine year old Danish profettess.
Two Snakes in One: Satan tried to pull a fast one on me this week. He found my kryptonite, my e-kill-ees (thats right i have no idea how to spell or say that word) heel, my greatest wordly weakness. Thats right, Taylor Swift. I miss music so much. Like, so much. I heard a small taste of Taylor Swifts song "Lover" for the first time the other day, it was the worst thing in the world. We were trying to contact someone and the song was just pouring out of there house trying to fill my ears and I was trying to focus on danish and teaching about where the book of mormon came from. The sweet dreamy melody tried to pull me into a daze but I fought the pull with all my might and focused on the task at hand. A triumph for the kingdom of God I would say. Not today Satan.
The House Matters: Søster Shults is obsessed with Harry Potter and basically we spend every moment trying to decide what house everyone we know is in. I, of course, am a hufflepuff. She is a ravenclaw. I would love to know what house y'all are. Please shoot me an email about which house you belong to and what brought you to that conclusion if you feel so inclined.
De-feet-tion by Bicycle: Well actually a more accurate description would be a de-foot-tion. But, for lack of better pun, you're all just going to have to live with that title. If I'm really honest this is the kind of story one should keep from your mother until you're already home. Nevertheless, because I believe you can learn something from my mistakes, I feel compelled to share the following with you all. Close your eyes mom. In the past couple of days, I had some anxiety about a few small and insignificant things that happened in the mission. Because of that, I had trouble focusing on the work and just trusting the Lord. I let myself get caught up in a snare of self-concern and worry. I woke up Thursday morning with the same worries on my mind and a pounding heart in my chest. I thought to myself, "okay, I gotta get rid of this anxiety," and suggested to søster Shults that we should go for a run. Because of my worries, my mind was in another place as we ran. I was not very aware or observant and blindly followed sister Shults on that dark morning jog. Mistake. We were checking out apartments we were thinking about knocking. As we crossed the street and bike path- I was hit by someone going way fast on a bike. I dont remember much about what happened or how he both fell, but I remember getting up and feeling very worried for the man on the ground. He was okay, miraculously, and very forgiving. But as the day went on my right foot began to ache more and more and I could not put weight on it. That terrified me. I wasn't in a terrible amount of pain, but you can't do missionary work if you can't walk. I had to stay in that day to give my foot some time to just get better. My mind reflected over all the possibilities of what could be wrong-and what could go wrong, when-as one as over dramatic as myself does-I imagined the worst case scenario-that is, my foot is injured enough that I need to go home to recover. Boy did that thought scare the daylights outta me. I said a lot of sincere prayers and had time to ponder over the things that had been worrying me. And you know what? There was nothing to ponder. I didn't care about all of those little things I was worried about anymore. I just wanted to be okay and be on my mission. I realized why I want to be here, how important this is to me, and how heartbreaking it would be to have to leave. And I didn't care about the small details that just plan don't matter. So yeah, God hit me with that gratitude bike that day. But hey maybe you guys can all learn from my mistakes and remember the bigger picture before having to get hit by a danish man on a bike. Instead of worrying so much about a disagreement with a loved one, try and remember how much they mean to you and how hard it would be if you didn't have them in your life. Instead of internally grumbling over how boring/unfun your job is, thank God that you have a means to provide for your family. Etc etc. (Btw my foot is fine I'm just I'm a dramatic soul sometimes).
We had a way good lesson with Shao yesterday. We taught him about Christ and who he is and why he is important. It was really cool to teach someone who had never learned about him before. Very humbling. We are so lucky to have a knowledge of who he is.
Welp, I hope my weekly was entertaining enough for you all. If not, I'm sorry it is all my tired little fingers have to offer.
Jeg elsker dig! Og, HAN elsker dig!
-Søster Felt
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