tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30769509935835433252024-03-13T02:15:40.673-07:00Lauren in CedarHksedwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15113798719073317585noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-19035044615159214292012-11-26T02:44:00.003-08:002012-11-26T02:44:40.435-08:00Christmas Wish List!I can't remember the last time that I wrote a Christmas wish list, but when my friend asked me for my christmas wish list I figured I would give it a go. So this is a true wish list, I WISH I could get all this for Christmas!!!<br />
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1) A New Car, a pearl white Subaru legacy<br />
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2) Chanel Chance perfume<br />
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3) Cute new work clothes</div>
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4) New Nordstrom wardrobe </div>
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5) Rose Gold Watch</div>
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6) Gym pass with a personal trainer</div>
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(helps if he is good looking) :)</div>
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7) New socks</div>
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8) Reese's Holiday Trees</div>
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9) New ski mittens/gloves</div>
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Of course this is unrealistic stuff but I would love it all. As for realistic..... The normal stuff. Clothes, ski stuff, gas money. I am TOO not picky! :)</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07292957510159228462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-59991684483014792702012-10-21T16:34:00.001-07:002012-10-21T16:34:38.219-07:00Ideas PLEASESo I am going to start a different blog, considering the fact that this one is from my mission and I can't change it from "Lauren in Cedar" and it has all my mission pictures on the side.<br />
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SO... This is where you come in... I need some ideas for my new blog instead of "i-mtheboss" even tho that was brilliantly decided by Heather. Please help me out.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07292957510159228462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-9394737759736063782012-10-21T16:22:00.002-07:002012-10-21T16:27:42.595-07:00London!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0THg799oG5l3OeRq-mgBI4-36KqThegZfbtbexYgCgHTxuS40pVXfoV7qj5eqUNWAeyON6ncvMQUrh5IC2wqQ66FtAIO4NHir_iExjRlKxVJXvi4OM7t8cF6sjaclVzY8CQgx8tjxEVQ5/s1600/IMG_0857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0THg799oG5l3OeRq-mgBI4-36KqThegZfbtbexYgCgHTxuS40pVXfoV7qj5eqUNWAeyON6ncvMQUrh5IC2wqQ66FtAIO4NHir_iExjRlKxVJXvi4OM7t8cF6sjaclVzY8CQgx8tjxEVQ5/s1600/IMG_0857.JPG" width="320" /></a>So I finally have a second to breath and can update you all on my life! This update will pretty much be through pictures, After all, that is all people care about anyways!<br />
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(Jenny, Jennie and Carter at the top of St. Paul's Cathedral (Jennie was awesome hiking up over 500 stairs with Carter strapped on)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Tiffany Roberts came to Ireland and stayed for three weeks. Going to London was only one of our adventures. We went mainly to go see my sister Jennie and my other sister Jenny Beck (well she should be my sister) and my adorable little Carter! We had a lot of fun meeting up with JJ&C.</span></span></span><br />
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We had a lot of fun taking lots of pictures especially with the phone booth.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07292957510159228462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-49556687536696787802012-09-16T10:00:00.001-07:002012-09-16T10:00:19.191-07:00Going to church is hardToday I got ditched by the bus. I was just about to the stop when my bus passed me. I thought if I run I can make it when he stops. But nope, he didn't even stop, just blew right through the stop. So I wait for 30 minutes for the next one to come. I just pulled out my scriptures and started to read (JW saw me and decided to pull out his Watch Tower magazine right next to me) I waited and waited and finally the stop said 8 minutes till the bus would get there and then right in front of my eyes it went to the bottom of the list and said it would come in 34 minutes. My bus hadn't come or anything! I couldn't believe it. Walking would take too long, so I flagged a taxi and went to church that way. I made it there in time and all was well except that I had to pay more for my taxi than I did for my tithing and fast offerings combined!!! So the first week we took a car, second I walked (an hour and ten minutes) and third I took a taxi. Can't wait to see how next week is, getting to church.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07292957510159228462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-38367173216738413962012-09-13T14:23:00.003-07:002012-09-13T14:23:44.535-07:00Oh the people you meet.Today I go yelled at by a transvestite.... Yes enough said. I was walking down the street with some friends when I saw him. I apparently gave him a smirk as he passed. To be honest he was a terrible transvestite because I didn't think he was trying to be a woman. I just thought he was wearing way to tight golden spandex pants. After he passed me, my friend yawned and said "Oh my gosh"because she was really tired.<br />
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So a few days ago dad and I found this awesome B&B. The guy there told us that we could rent bikes for the day at the next won over. We rented bikes for a few hours and the guy gave us a map for a little trail to take. I was so excited after seeing so many people out riding bikes during our travels. So we set off on our adventure! It was amazing. I started getting tired on the hills, because I NEVER ride bikes. We saw some amazing country side and it was probably one of the most beautiful days we have had our whole trip!!<br />
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So we are going on the side of the hill and all of a sudden it starts to get muddy. and I start to slide around a bit. I start my nervous giggle, those of you that know me well enough know exactly what I am talking about. We keep going through and I watch dad sliding around in front of me as well. He is hooting and hollering like he does when he skis. All of a sudden time almost just stops. I watch my tire turn a little too much to the left and that makes the back of the bike slip to the right. I start to see the muddy ground get close and closer so I put my arm out to catch it while an "OH NO!" comes out of my mouth and then SPLAT!! I slide unto the mud. Dad turns around and yes whoops as he just busts up laughing at me!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07292957510159228462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-46968854163889942082012-08-25T15:55:00.001-07:002012-08-25T15:55:39.206-07:00Tiffer-Wiffer-Taka-Sniff-TiffI just need to let you all know what an amazing friend I have.Tiffany has been one of my loges friends I have ever had. I think she is the coolest and truly miss her. Well being the stellar friend that she is she got me an Ireland gift. She got me a little bag for inside my purse packed with everything I could need for my travels. <br />
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I some how completely forgot to bring lotion on the trip. I didn't even think about it until my OCD kicked in and I COULD NOT sleep because my hands were so dry. Surprisingly thats probably one of the highest reasons I can't sleep. Well I opened the hand dandy bag and put some lotion on and went straight to sleep. When we first got to Ukraine and all our luggage was lost I had my bad with just in case make up and and touched up with some eye liner and mascara. Just the other day dad and I were out walking and he stepped in a stinky puddle of water and it splashed on his leg. This nasty stench followed us everywhere till I grabbed my little packet of wipes within my little handy bag. We cleaned him up and smells went away. On the train just the other day I was really bored and my cuticles were pretty rough with hang nails so I whipped out my mani/pedicure set from, once again my sweet bag, and did my nails and put some great lotion/wax on my cuticles.<br />
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What would I have done without here! She totally knows whats up when it comes to travels! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You are me hero! Love you!!!!<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We got up Monday morning at 3:45 to take mom and the boys to the airport. Dad and I got back to the hotel just in time for me to meet up with Katya Klebingat for a run to the temple to meet up with the sisters. We were both so excited to see our former companions! I couldn’t believe I was seeing Sister Stiles in the flesh again on our old stomping grounds! It was so surreal! We pretty much eye flirted the whole time!!! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">After our run we did some laundry and headed into center to once again meet up with the sisters at Puzzies (nickname for a Ukrainian restaurant given by the missionaries) for lunch. It was 5 sister missionaries, the mission president’s daughter, me being a former sister........ and HOWIE! Oh plus another companionship just happened to show up when we were leaving! Howie was such a good sport coming and being stuck with us gals having mission talk! He treated us all to lunch and ice cream! I sure love my daddy!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">One of my dear friends Natasha never believed me when I promised her I would come back to Ukraine. She promised to feed my family if I really came. I was good on my end and she invited us over for dinner Monday night. In traditional Sister Schmidt style, we were late!!!! Surprise Surprise! We had a great time chatting and reminiscing. Then we were off to the train station to hit our next city L’VIV!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So In Lviv I was able to see some friends. Unfortunately, we were only there for a day and a lot of the people I wanted to see were gone or busy. I would have loved to see some other members. We went out to dinner with Ihor Petrichko and his family and I played tag with Ephram for ever! He is was hilarious. I love little kids that speak pure Ukrainian!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">After Lviv we jumped on a night train to Krakow Poland! Oh my hilarious! So our first train was normal we bought four beds so we were alone. But the night to Poland was more expensive so we couldn’t well we get to our cabin and there is a little Polish lady already there. She was so sweet but Dad and I couldn’t help but laugh because of the small space! It was three beds on top of one another. Naturally I took the top. I didn’t even have room to make my bed. I was laughing the whole time!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We got to Krakow and had an amazing morning looking all around the city. We then headed off to Auschwitz, the WWII Jewish concentration camp. That was such an amazing experience. I really couldn’t believe it all. It felt so weird walking on the grounds of where all those awful stories took place. Looking at the rooms where people had been tortured and starved to death were all most too much to take in. They real heartbreaker was going into one building where they had the hallway full of hair that they buzzed off of everyones heads to make money off of. That really was awful and then the case of children's’ shoes that were collected from the people that went to the gas chambers really got me. I am so grateful I was able to go and see the place I have learned so much about. I was able to pay my respects but most importantly be reminded and never forget the things that people have gone through.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">After Auschwitz we hit the night life of Krakow! Howie and I couldn’t get enough of the town. There were people everywhere street performers on every corner! It was incredible! I would recommend traveling to this city! I think my favorite was the fire dancers with all the drums! Howie loved this band of all super old men and then one really pretty young gal singer! They drew the most attention on the main square!!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">In the morning we went for an amazing run around the city, saw the cool old town center and then headed on a bus to a different city to catch our airplane to the Netherlands. Once we got to the netherlands we jumped on three different trains in order to get to Brugge Belgium where we then jumped a taxi to take us the the sea area. Yes in one day we truly did planes trains and automobiles. Get this tho, Tonight we jumping a ferry boat to cross the sea to Hull England! Yes we are using ever means of transportation, that is except for a bike. Hopefully, we can hit up the bike today as we find out what Belguim has to offer!!! Apparently chocolate is the thing to eat!!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I love Ukrainians! I love members of this church! I was able to go to the ward by the temple where I served 9 months of my mission! I was so excited to see so many people that I love so dearly! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Funny story.... I had just bought a dress from Old Navy (Yes Tiff, I went back and bought the same drew as you! I just want to be you!!) Well the dress got pretty wrinkly in my suitcase. At out hotel they do an ironing service and so we paid quite a bit of money for our sunday clothiers to be ironed. Well those little sneaky people just put them in the dryer not ironing them at all. Well my dress comes back still wrinkly but it shrunk so I was wearing a pretty borderline inappropriate dress to church! Not very return missionary appropriate! I was totally feeling awkward but what can you do!? so anyways, my heart was pounding when I got there. I was warming welcomed by Katya, President’s daughter and some of the sister missionaries that I met when they were in the MTC. Sister Moore and Sister Daniel!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">That wasn’t exactly what I found. Instead we found two small triangles of “beach” that were covered with half naked people showing a lot more of themselves off than anyone would wish. The beaches don’t have sand but have big rocks that kill your feet when you try to walk on them. I will include some of the pictures.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">You know on my mission I heard myself saying, “things did go as planned.” I asumed that, that was a mission thing. I felt that everything I planned got flipped upside down. Not for the worse, sometimes for the better but it would just never go as planned. I have come to realize that it’s not the mission that makes you say that it’s Ukraine. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Starting for the beginning, things started to go off course. We were sitting in Salt Lake International waiting to board our plane to Paris when they announced that they needed a part for the plane and that it wasn’t in SLC. They would need to go get the part put it on and then we would be able to depart. So we sat, waited and ate for four hours and they said that we were able to fly to Paris. By this time we already realized we were going to miss our flight to Ukraine. I, of course, started to cry when I realized I would not be able to attend a ward that I loved dearly because I served 9 months of my mission there. Well the flight was okay we got to Paris at two in the afternoon. They gave us a hotel and we decided to go play in Paris. It was wonderful we saw the Eiffel Tower, the arc de triomphe and shopped on the Champs Elysees. It was nice to soak up paris in a few hours. We went to our hotel and slept for only a few hors and were right back at the airport. After some complications of them not being able to locate us on the flight roster they pulled some strings and got us to our gate really fast. I was so excited to be on my way to Ukraine!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I ran three legs. For some reason my first, which was my "easiest" kicked my trash! It was only 3.8 miles but it was hot. It ended with a battle to the end with a girl that tried to pass me so I cut her off and ran in front of her. Rude, but awesome. I almost peed my pants though! HA Leg two was by far the best! I started running at 4:15 AM it was totally black and silent. I had my new skull candy ear buds in and flying! I blew past four people in my first mile and continued with a fast speed for 7.5 miles and raced a girl to the end feeling like a beast and..... NOBODY WAS THERE! Heather was just chillin in the honey bucket line! Which was ironic considering she had just told me a few hours ago that she would never not be there. i told her that was my biggest fear of Ragnar, that I would race in and my team wasn't even there. Luckily, Braden found me and told me she was on her way. She is SO LAME! (I still love you Heaffer!) PS she still peed on herself anyways :) Leg three is when I really became a beast! I ran 4.0 miles up a mountain. Okay fine, I didn't "run" I walked for the most part with a little jog on occasion. I gained 1700 feet in elevation in 4 miles. I thought it would be the death of me but after all my energy shots and GU chomps and caffeine drink, I was wired even after my run I could still shake my butt at Heather running past and summiting the mountain! Our family rocks!</span></div>
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So I thought to myself, "Hey I haven't updated my blog in a while. I should do that!" Oh wait, I am not pregnant nor do I have an adorable girl to take pictures and tell funny stories about. Yeah thats right why would anyone want to read my blog? Easy answer.... They don't! Well too bad I am writing anyways.<br />
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I love life! I truly do! I might just be hopped up on happy pills that come in the form of sunlight, shorts, flip-flops and sunny G's, but that's how I am feeling. I kind of failed at school this semester. I hear that RM's are way good students especially right after they get home form their missions. Well it's a lie. I couldn't care less about school. It just needs to end as soon as possible. I feel like school is getting in the way of my education. So I just finished the first of four finals. I will finish Thursday and with out hesitation, My friend Carrie and I will jump in the car and drive to California for some much needed R&R! Laying on the beach reading and not having a care in the world sounds like paradise! We will be there for a week and then I have a lot of driving ahead of me. I will go from California to Logan Utah in a matter of two days. That how much my friend Mckell's wedding means to me.<br />
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I then find myself in Draper. Yes, that is right I am moving back home.... living with my parents. I will be a 23 year old returned missionary and just about to graduate and living with my parents. I definitely fit the stereotype. At home I will be sitting on my butt doing nothing.... I wish! Instead I will be taking an intense Russian course for 2 weeks, 5 1/2 hours a day. I think my head will explode. I will need week of recovery after this before I will be able to communicate in English again. I then will start working. I am so excited for my job this summer. I will be working as a property manager for Huntington Apartments in Bountiful. I will be there for 10 weeks while the manager is on maternity leave. I am excited for the job expierence because I am going into business management. And with all this time I will spend most of my time playing with my little nephew that is due the day before my birthday! I can't wait for him to come!<br />
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throughout life is to rejoice in those things that are central in my life; my
family, my belief in Christ, relationships with others, and the excitement that
comes from the world around me, by being true and trusted friend that helps and
encourages others to see the happiness and light this life has to offer. I desire to have a family, which is the
greatest joy life has to offer, and that they are always aware of the love I
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> My family, my belief in Christ,
relationships with others, and the joy that comes from the world around me are
what I consider to be central in my life.
I know that I am who I am because of these very things and if taken away
from me I would not be the person that I am.
My family is my safe harbor. They
are rock of support for all that happens in my life, good or bad. They remind me who I am when I forget and
they love me even when I have disgraced them or the family name. My belief and trust in my Savior is my
constant. He is the one thing I will
have forever. He is my brother and my
best friend that has walked my path and I can always lean on Him, for all that
I need. Relationships are what bring a
smile to my face and a light in my eyes.
I value the relationship that I have and the people I know, because they
make life exciting and fun. The world is
a beautiful place that makes me want to open my eyes and experience all that
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I know that I am of worth, that I
have the ability to change lives.
Starting with my own and moving on to everyone in this world. I want to be someone that others can call a
true and trusted friend. Someone they
can rely on through the thick and thin and know that I am there for them. I want to be that person that enters a room
and the light and energy of life follows.
I want others to feel the enthusiasm and energy for life that I have be
being in my presence. I know that the
optimism and joy for life, which I have within me, can lift others when they
are down and put a smile on the face of a heavy soul. Life is to be enjoyed and
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> I want to leave a legacy of service, love for
life and love of God. When I finish this life, I would hope that others can
look back on my life and are confident that I gave of myself to benefit those
around me. I believe that if you love
God then you love and serve those around you. There have been amazing men and
women that have gone before us and have devoted their lives to serving and
loving all those that have crossed their paths; I would hope that I could join
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My
greatest desire of all is to have a family of my own, a husband and children
that desire the same things that I do. I hope that I have the opportunity to
teach my children to love the wholesome things of this world, so that they can
carry on the legacy of service and love that I have carried on from my
parents. I believe that family brings
the greatest joy of all. I know that my
family is what makes me happy. I love to
spend time with them and to learn and grow from the things that they are doing
in their lives. I want my family now and
my future family, to have a constant assurance that I love them and desire only
the greatest things of this world for them.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07292957510159228462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-9725304830028752172012-01-12T17:09:00.000-08:002012-01-12T17:09:29.998-08:00Are you normal?Okay so for all those that have been reading about my adventures in Ukraine, thanks for your support and love. I am very appreciative. This blog ended as soon as I got home, in fact it pretty much ended earlier because I didn't really feel like doing e-mail when it got close to the end. I am sorry for my lack of dedication in my e-mails. I was thinking about how it would be sad just to let this blog go to waste and I have had some thoughts and figured a blog is a great way to express myself. I apologize now, I am not a writer. I am sure you all have already realized this from my e-mails. I am not an English major and can't remember anything I learned in the past 10 years of English classes so if my bad grammar and spelling bothers you then, Well you don't have to read this :) <br />
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I have come across this question with almost every person I have come in contact with since being home. Sometimes I don't even know who these people are. They just here that I am a returned missionary and have to ask. My question to them and to you as well is, what is normal anyways? When I decided to ask one of those people that asked me if I was "normal," I turned the question back to him. What does that even mean? He then chose to go through a list with me:<br />
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<li>Have you watched TV?</li>
<li>Have you watched a movie that you hadn't seen before the mission?</li>
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These were just a few that I could remember. Is that what is normal? Is it really normal to waste my time in font of the TV? Or watching movies all the time? Is holding hands with someone right away something that makes a person normal? Who decides what is normal? Maybe we are all confused and being focused on the gospel really is normal. Haven't we heard from leaders that we are not mortal beings having a spiritual experience but we are spiritual beings having a mortal experience. I am not going to go all "preachy" and call everyone (including myself) to repentance. It has just been on my mind every time I get asked if I am normal or if I am still "weird." It is something I want to personally figure out what is "normal" for me personally. I want to figure out who I am and what my standards are. I fear that question might be the cause of so many RMs going off the "deep side" once they have come home. they try to conform to society of what is "normal" and they loose everything they were and what they learned the past 18 months to 2 years. <br />
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The adjustment is hard. I feel like I have eyes watching me everywhere I go and judging me about how I am going to handle my first hug, my first date or first kiss from being home. It makes me feel pressured. I have been home 4 weeks now and yes there are a lot of things I am still getting comfortable with. There are things that I am okay with and can handle, but there are still things that make me uneasy. I might even wish that I never completely conform to the norm of society. I think I like being "weird." It makes life fun and makes me laugh at myself. Okay Okay I am done. I will get off my soapbox. :D<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07292957510159228462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-37238242709177637342011-11-20T18:30:00.000-08:002011-11-20T18:31:51.391-08:00letter#70 November13<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><b>Another letter to the president.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div>I hope you have had a great week. We sure have. We were way excited for our investigator to get baptized. I felt like we really did our homework with this one. I try really hard always to have the transition from the missionaries to the ward a very smooth transition. This time was pretty good. She had all the ward missionaries on lessons with her, as well and the Relief society President. She was also able to meet the ward mission leader. We then had the ward pre-plan her visiting and home teachers. So we had one home teacher (Alexander Polyakov the recent convert) baptize her and the other teacher give her the gift of the Holy Ghost. Her one visiting teacher was at the baptism and the other one was sitting by her at sacrament meeting when she got the gift of the Holy Ghost. We put so much work into getting her into the ward yet we are still worried about her. She still is a little shaky on her testimony. She has so much desire to know everything which is incredible. I just hope she really works at strengthening her testimony.<br /><br />President, I feel like in some areas of the work we are really succeeding and others we are SO far away from fulfilling our purpose. I want to go out of my mission sprinting and just really give it EVERYTHING that I have. Which is what I feel I am doing, but yet we are really struggling to find new investigators. We try to talk to a lot of people. Even everyone that crosses our path but maybe it's my lack of faith that is holding us back but I feel like I try. Also I confess I judge people and see if the ward would accept them. We don't want to bring someone with a load of problems that will weight the ward down but we also don't want to deny anyone salvation. We are not the judges. That was me just rambling on. Sorry. Well anyways, I think I need to restrengthen my faith. I know that there are people out there ready to accept our message I just need to do it with more love and faith. Thank you for always being a great example of those two attributes for me. I really do feel your love for us and for this work and it makes all the world of difference. Your faith is admirable. I really want to have as much faith as you have. Thanks so much for all that you do for us and for the mission. We are grateful for your sacrifice.</span>Hksedwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15113798719073317585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-47939633960530279292011-11-13T20:32:00.000-08:002011-11-13T20:38:41.372-08:00Letter #69 November 7th<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><p style="margin-left: 0.11cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"><span lang="en-US"><b>Lauren's Letter from this week was mostly business, but I really liked her letter to the president. So here it is:</b></span></span></p><p style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 0.11cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-size:78%;"><span lang="en-US"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 0.11cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-size:78%;"><span lang="en-US">Dear President,</span></span></p><p style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 0.11cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-size:78%;"><span lang="en-US">How are you doing?> I am doing so good. I am loving the pretty weather. It is beautiful and fresh outside. We have had a few days inside this week so I am especially grateful for the opportunity to be out and about. We will see how long we will be out. Sister stiles has been sick and the poor thing had the greatest drive to get out and work but she still isn't feeling great. We hope that we can figure things out so she can be out an about at 100 % again. She is a trooper.</span></span></p><p style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 0.11cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-size:78%;"><span lang="en-US">Last night I found myself awake for an hour and 40 minutes or so. I was not wanting to be awake I just couldn't get the work out of my head. I was wide awake with thoughts of our investigators. I was racking my brain to see how we could get them baptized. I was even going through the lessons with them and what I would say in order to help them progress to a date. It was the weirdest thing. I didn't want to be doing that I wanted to be sleeping I just couldn't stop myself from analyzing every part of the work and all of our investigators and less actives we are working with. I then realized how much I really love this work. I love it so much. I really want to help these people because I love them for who they are, my brothers and sisters.</span></span></p><p lang="en-US" style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 0.11cm; "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-size:78%;">This week my best friends got married and I didn't know it until the day before when I got her announcement. I was pretty bummed. Not going to lie before that point I was pretty excited to go home. Not because I was sick of missionary work I was just feeling myself preparing for the change that is going to take place. I would say I was almost trunky that it would effect the work because I would have random thoughts of things I wanted to do when I was home. Well when I got my friends announcement. I started to think about what I was doing. I was wasting time that is a very limited time on thinking about going to a place that I will be for the rest of my life. I can think about home when I am there. Because I will be thinking of Ukraine when I am home in Utah. I know that my time is ticking down. And I know that I want to give it my everything before I get on that plain. I was fueled with the love of the work and I am really pumped to keep going. I am excited to live in the moment and really focus on these people here that I love so much. I want to help them as much as I can and truly give my all to this work. I am so grateful for your example to me. I learn from you all the time. I love this mission and all that is happening. I can't wait to hear about all that happens after I leave it will be incredible. Thanks again!</span></p><p lang="en-US" style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 0.11cm; "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-size:78%;">Sister Schmidt</span></p><div style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "></div></span>Hksedwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15113798719073317585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-47048730689336292282011-11-13T20:27:00.000-08:002011-11-13T20:30:26.421-08:00Letter #68 October 31<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#1A1A1A">Hi the coolest people in the world!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#1A1A1A">HAPPY HALLOWEEN! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#1A1A1A"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#1A1A1A">Well this week was great we worked SOOOOOOOOOOO hard for the party Saturday was the longest day of my life! So 9 AM we were at the church helping with this wheelchair event we gave agway 30 wheelchairs and we were there till 4 and it was way tiring we in the middle of that event had a baptism and the a wedding all going on in one little ward building. Then at 3 the YW showed up to help decorate and then the party started at 5 and went till 9. It was crazy. I was SO tired by the end. SOOOOOOOOo many people came and it was a blast! I can't wait to show you pictures when i get home and talk all about it. I am sorry. Well yeah I am sorry this is lame I am trying to figure more of my stuff for school. Um yeah sorry that I am distracted. I love you all so much!!!! Have a good week! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#1A1A1A"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#1A1A1A">Well love you all. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#1A1A1A">Sister Schmidt<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Hksedwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15113798719073317585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-68691880048174762632011-10-23T18:20:00.000-07:002011-10-23T18:24:20.481-07:00Letter #66 October 17<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">This week has been good one. We went to a church for P-day it was pretty crazy we saw all the mummified priests it was pretty creepy watching all the people kiss these glass boxes with the "saints" inside of them. My heart went out I just wanted to yell at them all they just seemed stuck in this trance and I wanted to shake them and be like this is wrong don't you know! There is more1 The true church is on the earth today and you can find more joy and happiness then you ever though possible! but of course that would have been completely inappropriate SO I refrained!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">As for missionary work my heart really went out to Lena and Nina please pray for them. We went from these lessons back to back they are both less active sisters. Lena is the one we showed up to and let us in and always introduces us to members of her family. Well, her husband is agianst the church. She really wants to come back and she misses the feeling of church and the people but her husband won't let her come back. She doesn't have a super strong testimony because she only got baptized about 2-3 years ago and went inactive a least a 1 ago because thats when she got married. Well it was so sad so we meet with her to help her iwth english and that is the way the husband will allow us to come over and that way we can share a spritualy though with her. We then immediately went to Nina's this one really broke my heart. Her mom and two brothers are active but her bhusband always makes her stay home when they all go to church. well she crie and asked us to come more often because when we coe more often then her husband lets her go to church. So we are praying for her. Please pray for them both especially for Nina it's really hard for her. I just want to be able to help them! We are also working on finding a new investigator everyday on the street and we weren't able to do it last week. Please pray for us to get new investigators. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Tonight we are meeting with a way cute girl we have fhe with tons of members and her her name is oksana and she is 23 she loves the church she has already come to church 5 times! We want to committ <o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--></span></div>Hksedwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15113798719073317585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076950993583543325.post-39038732792848389622011-10-16T14:02:00.000-07:002011-10-16T14:03:20.880-07:00Letter #65 October 10th<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Hello the most amazing family in the world!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">How are all of you!? I am doing great! Nothing has changed still love missionary work still love Ukraine, still struggle with the language, still eating and attempting to get a good work out. YUP Still me Sister Schmidt. I would like to take this time to apologize for the previous e-mails. I am always so distracted when it comes to writing you all. I am really sorry. Ha I remember how it was when I first got on the mission. I would write you as fast as I could in order to give you the most information about my my companion and the work. It's crazy how a couple a month change things. I really do love you all and want to write you and tell you everything it just becomes difficult when my mind has so many things going on and as you all know STILL struggle with focusing ha ha.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">So this week was great I was on exchanges for 3 days with a sister from Latvia It was great! Her name is Sister Pliha. She is 26 and is a recent convert. She is new to the mission and unfortunately doesn't ever hear from her family. It would be way cool if you want to send her a postcard from Utah and tell her you are grateful for her service. Or one from Virginia. Just a little something to support a missionary that has no support.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Well today and yesterday it rained all day. Yeah bad news oh we watched conference Saturday and Sunday. It was great. So we Saturday was great weather and we w2atched conference with the English international branch at 10 and 2 it was great with pizza in the middle then Sunday we had a took the sacrament at 10 and they started conference at 10 15 so we couldn't watch it because we were trying to have meetings in the Russian ward. So we had a full long sacrament meeting at 12 (missed all the first Sunday session of conference) and I couldn't focus at all during sacrament because I wanted to watch conference. So instead I wrote down all the foods I want mom to make when I get home. Yeah way to go me huh ha ha oops! But then We went and watched conference in English with the Americans and then we went as finished it in Russian. We were inside till 6 doing conference. Then we went out tracting to find a new investigator because president challenged ever companionship to get one that day. So we went tracting and met a woman who thinks she met me a year ago since then her son dies who was meeting with missionaries and wanted to get baptized. She never let him get baptized and now wonders what would have happened if she let him get baptized. We then went running in the rain for fun passing the building that we had our meeting in that we were already 45 minutes late 5 times while our “fun run” ha ha Yup we totally got SOAKED! It was hillarious she just saw us and snicked we were so wet we didn't have umbrellas and our coats dripped water all over her floor during our lesson. Ha ha funny right. Well then we ran home and found a new investigator on the way. Had a quick lesson in the rain prayed an plan to me this week.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Another way cool story. I called president to come on a lesson and help our investigator set a baptismal date. Well we talked for 10 minutes and he got me pumped to have more faitha nd to start praying with people on the street to help them feel the spirit and want to meet again. After getting me pumped he committed us to doing it that evening and calling him at night to tell him about it. Well I toook his promise to heart and prayed to heavenly Father tto help our companionship to really do it. Well we were almost home and it was late and dark and my faith was dwindling I want to give this family a proclmaion to the family but I didn't have any so I walked past and I heard the spirit call me a chicken So I had to go back. I just tried to start a convo with them It was great I was talking to them and they were way nice After 15 minutes I asked to pray so that I could ask them to bless there family. So He said yes and I prayer and HE ASKED ME to meet again! COOL HUH! So I think we are meeting with them tonight! I am excited! I really hope it goies well. I called president Extact and we talked for anther 15 minutes. I love President Klebingat so much! She is a man of God I really do love him so much! I am so gratefult o be able to work with him in this mission and to learna nd grow from his experience!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">I love missionary work I love the gospel! I love you all so much! Keep the Faith!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Z Lovem<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Sister<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Hksedwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15113798719073317585noreply@blogger.com0