A God Of Order!
This week was weird. It has been the first week that a I truly have not been able to fulfill my purpose as a missionary. But amongst the challenges there were still many miracles!
- on monday night we found a family that are friends with members. I am so excited to start teaching them as a family
- we talked with a group of pibes(children, 16-24yrs) and it was SO funny
- when we were saying goodbye to this group of teenagers, a man starting speaking to us in english so we spoke to him! His name is richard and wanted to know why we were always so happy when we walked by his work! We shared our testimonies and he asked us to teach him
- a woman, on crack, stole some of our french fries, DONT DO DRUGS!
- got to know my mission president and his family a LOT better! And ate milanesas(basically a german schnitzel) with them in their house at 12:30am on tuesday night
During this "dinner" my president made me read this scripture outloud:
[ "27 And see that all these things are done in wisdom and order; for it is not requisite that a man should run faster than he has strength. And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent, that thereby he might win the prize; therefore, all things must be done in order."
Mosiah 4:27
And well, he told me to take a day off. I did, and I felt more guilt being in my apartment all day but I knew that my body needed it, and will probably continue to need the breaks. I am so grateful for a loving mission president and his wife, and for the revelation he recieves for me as a missionary!
I love you all! If you like an update on my *health* just continue. If not, i hope you have an amazing week!
HERMANA CAMDAWG
WELL! I saw a psycologist this week. On tuesday night I was in the hospital while people rushed around me doing heart scans. For now, the conclusion was that I was having my first ever anxiety attack, but with only physical symptoms(how fun!). From tuesday afternoon until I have had an almost constant buring in my chest, making it almost impossible to feel the influence of the holy ghost(literally my best friend as a missionary). The only time that I did not feel pain after tueday, was during the sacrament yesterday. How powerful. I still do not have a diagnosis, but it is most likely I have a genetically inherited anxiety disorder and ADHD. I do not know what the rest of my mission will look like, but I know there is a reason for my pain and that God has a beautiful plan laid out for me.
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