"And this is the gospel, the glad tidings, which the voice of the Heavens bore record unto us-
That he came into the world, even Jesus, to be crucified for the sins of the world, and to bear the sins of the world, and to sanctify the world, and to cleanse it from all unrighteousness;
That through him all might be saved who the father had put into his power and made by him;"
It is a Monday morning. The Danish death mist settles gently on the windshield as my comrade cruises at an easy 57kph. I stare out the window, absentmindedly watching the towering windmills turn and counting the great pine trees.
The Lord of the Rings film score lulls me into a deep state of reflection and ponderance (I am artistically creating words)(just go with it).
I think of all the events that unfolded with the past couple of weeks. Dancing around the Christmas tree, sitting in the windowsill of my downtown apartment in a night illuminated by fireworks, and sitting here, driving through western Denmark farmlands. Each experience is one I never dreamed to encounter. It feels unreal.
Life is good.
Not much has happened since I last wrote home on Wednesday, in fact, next to nothing has happened.
Today for pday we visited a cool old chapel in Viborg and played board games with our district in the Library. That was funnnn
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| Viborg domkirke |
On Thursday some guy came running up to us in a frenzy,, speaking Danish very quickly. I couldn't quite understand him, so I asked, "kan vi gør noget for dig? Har du bruge for noget?" (Can we do something for you/do you need something) to which, he responded, "Jeg har bruge for kærligehed!" or, I need love! And then in English he yelled "I want to marry you!! Please marry me!!!!" Yeah we skrrted on outta there real quick. I just felt extremely violated, but Sister Paras could not stop laughing. She insists on telling everyone the story now too, so this is my life now.
We had a couple of lessons planned, but they both cancelled on us. So we went finding all weekend.
One blessing of not many lessons is the freedom to have fun with Personal Study. That first hour each morning, has become my favorite hour of the day. Elder Holland has referred to a missionary's personal study as their appointment with the Lord, and that is exactly what I've found it to be. I began my meeting by addressing God in Prayer, then he addresses me through my studies, and I close by again addressing him, usually in a spirit of gratitude.
It is during this time that I find myself called to repentance, given peace and comfort, and receiving answers to questions. I take so much comfort knowing that each morning, almost like clockwork, I can receive the guidance that the Lord knows I need to receive.
But ya know, personal Study wasn't always this special to me.
It probably took about 6 months of consistent daily efforts. 6 months. 6 months of sincere dedication to the Book of Mormon and prayer before I really felt like I was getting a lot out of it. Moral of the story? Don't give up on reading. It might take more than one or two tries before you really start to feel the spirit speak to you as you read. I can remember my first few transfers, fumbling around through different chapters and sort of "wandering" about my studies in the beginning. I tried my best to make them special, but I still needed to learn from God how I could.
I know that as you take time and effort to make daily study a habit you will find the guidance and inspiration you didn't know you were in need of. It will become special. It will become a source of strength. And most importantly, I know that through studying the Book of Mormon you can truly get to know your savior Jesus Christ.
Hope y'all have a great week! Elsker jer!
Med kærlige hilsen,
Søster Felt🇩🇰
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| Me, surrounded my heavens sweet nectars (aka cocio) |
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| One of the greatest movies of all time,, in its mother tongue |
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| A row of whomping willows |
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