When I first got off the plane and my cousin Danny went in to give me a hug I instinctively gave him a high five. He has since never let me live that one down. This is another thing that took a little bit of time adjusting to, being around guys. To which my mother so gently tells me," You couldn't flirt to save your life." To which I may just have to agree. I haven't been on a ton of date since being back, but I'm not worried about it. I still have things that I want to accomplish with school, just getting a general direction in life before I dive to deep into all of that. My first date wasn't bad, it was with a long time friend so that made it easier. My favorite date so far would have to be when 6 of us all played Halo with two TV screens, bought pizza, and were yelling battle tactics at each others. Right now I'm all about having fun and being around good people that lift me to be a better me.
Monday, October 12, 2015
To be honest, I didn't have to hard of a time adjusting back into life. As far as culture goes, I had electricity, running water, McDonalds. Whereas some people who go to serve get all of that taken away, yes, even the McDonalds. Upon getting home I went straight to the girls camp and since my family all had things to take care of they couldn't be around me all the time. This was quite a change since for a year and a half I always had a companion with me. I felt like the events that happened right after I came home, how they kept me busy, and how my mom already had a trip planned to Nauvoo really made it an easy landing for when I came home. Along with having to be alone now, the only other thing that really rubbed me the wrong way was hearing profanity. I think maybe just because I was surrounded by missionaries all the time I never really heard it expect when talking to other people. Days aren't as fulfilling, which is going to be a given. My purpose has changed now. I have a new direction in life. I still want to serve,but its just going to have to be in a different way. Finding that balance to where I can serve every day is a challenge, but I have found that that is what make me the happiest. It helps me feel the closest to how I did while I was on a mission.
Since returning I have been able to travel back to where I served in Utah, Nauvoo Illinois, and California. Not to bad since I've been back now almost 3 months. I got back into dancing right away despite my horrific farmers tan and serious chubba time around my mid section. They really weren't kidding though when they said the weight just falls off after your home. It must be because I'm not eating 5 desserts every night after dinner. I am currently enrolled in Chandler Gilbert Community College where I am trying to knock out my general ed. Ronnie, my little sister signed me up for my classes while I was still serving so naturally I ended up having classes with her. This has turned out to be one of the best things! I suggest taking a classes with a sibling, it's like a built in friend!
Getting to see my family was better than I could have dreamed up. I went into an all out sprint as soon as I could see moms head bobbing around at the end of the walk way. Hugs for everyone and kisses for my sweet red head nephew who still remembered me after all this time of being gone. Straight from the airport we went to a dentists office where my stake president worked. He released me from my full time calling as a missionary for the church and interviewed me. Talked to me about future goals, what I needed to continue to cultivate and what I needed to steer clear from. From the dentist office Ronnie, mom, dad, and I all headed up to camp Lomia because previously during the year mom had been called to be girls camp director. Yeah, I never went home my first day back. Instead I got to be apart of something much more fulfilling. The same day I got home was the same day that I gave a fireside to all the young women about staying anchored to Christ. They all still called me Sister Efnor, I felt like I was still in the game.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
This week has been great but I don't have to much time to write.
Finally we were able to teach Davida's husband Carl! We were able to teach him three times in the past week, BABAAMM! One really cool experience...in our second lesson with Carl, he was talking about how he has felt the "vibe" while reading the Book of Mormon. He said that the first time that we were able to meet with him I asked him a question and he felt that same "vibe". He couldn't remember the question, but he could just remember what he felt. It just goes to show that it is nothing we do as missionaries, it's the spirit. That is what they remember, how they felt, the spirit that you invited into their homes..into their hearts. I am so grateful for these precious weeks that I have left to serve our Father in heaven.
Run hard, and to the tape.
Monday, June 15, 2015
Last Wednesday on our way back to the Family History Center Sister Weaver and I decided to make one last stop. While we were walking we saw a guy taking pictures of the scenery, we stopped and chit chatted a little bit and then we moved on.
When we were about to jump back into the car Sister Weaver looks at me and says "We need to invite him." We have like 10 minutes before we are suppose to be back at our house so I just start running to find the guy. He had walked a little farther, still taking pictures. His back was towards us, as we approached Sister Weaver whipped out the Book of Mormon and we got his attention. He was so nice, apparently he was from St. Louis, has a family, and was just here for work all by himself.
Sister Weaver asked if he had ever seen missionaries "No." and if he had ever read the Book of Mormon "No." She explained to him what it was and then I showed him the two last paragraphs in the introduction. He said he would love to read it and gave us his phone number so we could call him this week when he would be back in St. Louis to see how his reading was doing.
While we were driving back to our place I was thinking about how this guy had a family, he has a job that takes him away from work, really friendly, and has an open heart. I just thought about how my own dad has to leave for work a lot and how much I love him and how grateful I am that missionaries taught him and the difference it's made in not only his life but in the life of his family.
I thought about how this guys whole life could be changed, the lives of his kids, and so on..and it would have all started with just an "invite".
Yesterday we got a text from Davida telling us to come over to meet her new husband! We swung by and finally got to meet the man she has been telling us so much about all these months, turns out he has already read the Book of Mormon and the Pearl of Great Price. I started to share a scripture in 1 Nephi about when he is commanded to build a ship. Before I can even start giving background on the scripture Carl (Davidas husband) starts telling me about it LOL When we asked when we could come back to start teaching him the lessons Davida looked at us with this "What do you think?!) face and said "!".
Getting to come back to Park City and see this all come full circle..with Davida's daughter in law getting baptized, Davida getting married, now we are teaching her husband.
I know I talk about Davida all the time, but she blows me away. Her influence has bless the lives of so many, including mine.
When missionaries who had a short amount of time left to serve would start freaking out, to be honest, it irritated me. It felt like when you get down to a month or a week there was this expected response from missionaries. Like if you didn't hyperventilate then that means you didn't love your mission..Well..it still irritates me LOL But I have had a couple experiences that have kind of hit me in the face about the reality of things. Like when we went and talked to that guy from St. Louis, or when I finally got to meet Carl..Yes, I'll still be a missionary and I'll share the gospel after I am released, but it won't be the same.
There is just something so special, something so personal, when you are set apart and getting to devote all your time and attention..just every fiber of your being, to His work.
I can feel it inside, but I can't describe it. The feeling of gratitude that I have for being able to come out on a mission and serve is something I will feel for the rest of my life. Heavenly Father is very aware of the needs of His children and their potential, I am so grateful He saw more in me in times when I saw nothing..