Week 79: Christmas Vibes

 

Am I still a missionary if I forget my tag?

Monday- I am grateful for burgers, personal study, and HOPE

Tuesday- I am grateful for hard boiled eggs, exercise, and devotionals.

Wednesday- I am grateful for my guitar, The Book of Mormon, mission studies, happiness, messages, and memorization.

Thursday- I am grateful for 18 months, frisbees, wilderness, and tapioca 

Friday- I am grateful for music, control, hair, and battery percentage.

Saturday- I am grateful for testimonies, ideas, and the sun.

Sunday- I am grateful for my Mom, creativity, feet, and walking.

Eating out with the crew

here is just never enough time in the morning. It's just a fact.

I discovered tapioca this week, it makes things quite good if you make it right.

Teaching the boys how to play frisbee.

We take breaks each day and this week we broke out the frisbee. Well of course on the first day the frisbee gets thrown over the fence and straight into the Brazilian Amazon. That earned us a trek through treacherous weeds and odd objects we stepped on. We retrieved the frisbee, that's what matters.

Pizza delivery for dinner.

I got a haircut, I didn't like it so I had a comp fix it.

I can't perfectly explain the title of this weekly other than many times this week I felt Christmas vibes. 

I love Christmas.

Happy missionaries

Oh and I hit 18 months, I guess this deserves a heart to heart or something like that.

They fit me right?

Missions are hard. Amen. But guess what also is hard, life. Mmhmm. Life is never perfect and if at some moments it seems like it is, it will get hard. (That's not negative, it's a fact). But I've learned and am still learning that just because life is hard and the mission is hard at times, I can still choose to be happy. When I do all I can each day, I don't need every single thing that day to go as planned, to be happy. My testimony, faith, knowledge, perspective, obedience, and happiness have grown exponentially over these past 18 months because of who has been with me through it all. My Savior and Friend. My Rock and Salvation. Jesus Christ.

A little traumatized every time I get a hair cut.

 I know He loves me and He loves you too 

Fixing said haircut at home.