Howdy, y'all!
I sure do love you all
(I'm not supposed to say guys because it's too informal. So I've found
myself switching to you all. Yea, not much better.)
And I love it
here! It is the coolest opportunity. It does make a person pretty
anxious to get out and be in the field, but I think that's the idea.
Loving it while I'm here though. Like, way.
Easter was the
greatest thing ever. We had a testimony meeting in which I told a very
quick version of the time Daddy had to clean all the rocks out of my legs and feet
when I got that heinous road rash. It's funny how much that feels similar
to when Christ is cleaning us up. It hurts so bad, but it's the only way we
can heal. And like the way Daddy did it, Christ is cleaning us with one
hand, and holding our hand with the other. Pride rocks hurt coming out,
but thank heavens we have a Father in Heaven who cares enough about us to have
us cleaned. Then we got to take the Sacrament all together. I heard
it was the largest group ever to take the Sacrament - over 3,000. It felt
like I was a part of the multitude Christ fed with bread and fish. Bishop
Causse (super French) of the Presiding Bishopric talked to us. It was
amazing. He talked about love in missionary work. I got to meet
with some of the sisters in my zone seperately, and it was just
incredible. Heavenly Father loves His kids so much. And I feel so
lucky whenever I get opportunities to know that over and over again. That
night we got to hear from Sheri Dew. Her talk was so powerful, too.
We sang “Called to Serve” together, but with all these other things added, and then
I felt like I was in Helaman's army. It's not every day you feel like you
participated in multiple scripture stories. Just such a beautiful
Easter.
Last week, we had such
a cool experience with our investigator. I had been kind of having a hard time
teaching, because we teach people pretending to be investigators. And it
threw me off so bad. Because it's like, how do I love? But we
recently got someone pretending to be this hardened teenager, and I was so
excited. I love hardened teenagers! And our second lesson with him
was going not super well (he was pretty bored and not listening) and out of
nowhere we asked if he felt alone. And he opened up to us, and then he
went to church, and prayed, and he looks different. He is excited when we
come now, and smiles at us. And it makes me so happy. And I
remembered that I love teaching so much. I am desperate to meet this kid
in real life, because I am so “in adore” with even the pretend version of
him. The Spirit lets us learn so much, and experience what we need
to.
I'm learning so
much. And especially I am learning how much I need to learn. True
humility brings you closer to Christ, but being hard on yourself does
not. I have felt so much help beyond my own. And when I feel myself
decide, over and over again, to do whatever it takes for my Heavenly Father, I
feel the strength to be able to. I love it here so much. I even
love the hard. I've started loving stairs!
So either my family
has snuck into the MTC, or there is a Sister Davidawn in my residence
hall. Which is it?
We get to email anyone
now. But I am in the MTC, so none of y'all are getting my email address
until I am in Peru. Because if you're too lazy to write a DearElder, you
are too lazy to write an email. You know I'm right.
I'm starting to
realize what a blessing it is that I've always disliked alone time.
Having a companion is terrific. And my district is literally the best.
We do everything together, and make each other laugh a lot. Granted, our
sense of humor has turned into that of pre-K children, but whatever. I
love my zone too. It's such a cool kind of friendship we develop here.
So I got to see Elder
Sean Dalton multiple times before he left to France two days ago! And I
ran into Tony who was trying to see his brother, not his cousin. But hey,
I got to reap the benefit of that mistake. Aren't they terrific?
I love you all so
much. The Church is way true. Thanks for thinking of me and praying
for me. I pray for you back, and send blessings your way.
Hermana
Johnson
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