Nimen hao!
So tomorrow we are getting 11 new mandarin sisters!! What!? Crazy huh? There are only 10 sisters right now, so we are doubling our size in just one day! We are getting 25 new missionaries total which is so crazy. I don't know where they are going to put everyone. Sadly, this means we are getting new roommates tomorrow. They won't be Mandarin speaking though which is why I say sadly. We are just hoping that they aren't English speaking because there is a pattern of noisy stay up all night English speaking missionaries. Probably because their brains aren't getting stuffed with new language so they just aren't as exhausted. Just kidding i don't know what it is. But we hope it's not them. It's going to be very crowded in our room, and the MTC just keeps getting more and more packed. It's insane.
Speaking of Sunday, let me just tell you. Sunday's are the
absolute best days here at the MTC. They are just so great. I don't know what
it is about it, but they are just wonderful. This Sunday was especially great.
The second councilor in the General Relief Society came and talked in relief
society. I can't remember what she talked about, but it lead me to a really
cool thought that i had never thought about before. I'm just going to write
something straight from my journal.
At one point we were talking about Christ's Atonement, and
how much pain and suffering He went through for not only everyone who ever has
and will live, but for me individually. And how hard it must have been,
but He did it anyway because He loves me. And then for the first time
ever, I thought about it from Heavenly Father's point of view. And how hard it
must have been to see His Son in so much pain, pleading and crying for help but
not being able to give it. Knowing that if He did, all would be ruined. And I
think about my family, and my kids in China. Seeing them at the age of 5 and 6
cry and hurt but not knowing, not being able to communicate, but desperately
wanting to take that pain, that hurt away. I can't even imagine how hard
it was for Heavenly Father, but I am forever grateful that He didn't help. I
know that He did that for me. He watched His Son suffer so that His daughter
could live with him again. I know with all my heart and soul that my
Father in Heaven knows and loves me. I know because I have seen His hand
in this work, helping me every single day. I am nothing without Him. I am
nothing without my Savior.
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