Man, so much has happened in the past three weeks. These past three weeks was filled with finals, snow, losing friends, stressful moments, but also included happiness, fun and plenty of fun times with friends. But what I'm going to talk to you about is nothing that I mentioned in the above sentences, well maybe the snow a little bit because that was a fun story.
Anyway, my plan for next semester was to stay in Rexburg, although I'm off track, and just work. For the apartment complex I live in, if you come back the following semester, you just leave stuff on your bed until you come back. I had already put most of the stuff on my bed by last Sunday, and I decided to sleep on the floor for the rest of the week. Well, Tuesday comes around, and I just get a feeling that I need to go home and serve my mission. Now we believe that when we get those abrupt, out of no where feelings that it is promptings from the Holy Ghost and that the Lord is in a way trying to communicate with you and tell you something. It's not as weird as it sounds. But I knew that this feeling was that Lord needed me to go home and that he wanted me to start my mission papers. Well, that totally sucks. At this point, I already had everything on my bed and now I had to put everything in storage. But the story gets better.
I had messaged my parents on Facebook (since I lost my phone and never found it) to tell them about my prompting. They had said ok but now they are going to have to lose money by cancelling my mom's flight home from when she was going to drop off my sister, so that was a problem. But my parents were willing to do that because of me. So, thankfully they are amazing and did that for me.
Well, Wednesday, I decided to go the temple. For members of the LDS church, whenever we have questions that we want/need answers for, we go to the temple because we believe that the Holy Ghost will confirm those feelings to us. I decided that I wanted to go get a firm answer about whether or not I should go home so I went to do baptisms for the dead. Baptisms for the dead are when we get the records of deceased people not baptized in the church and we get baptized for them and we believe that in heaven there is a Spirit Paradise and Spirit Prison. The Spirit Prison is where those go who have died not members of the church but it's not really a prison. Those members of the church just go there and teach them of the church and they have the option of finally choosing to convert. I know it sounds totally weird the way I teach it but PLEASE GO AND HAVE A LESSON FROM THE MISSIONARIES AND THEY WILL EXPLAIN MORE CLEARLY OR READ THE BOOK OF MORMON. So I did those baptisms. While I was waiting, I opened up the Book of Mormon, specifically to Doctrine of Covenants (138 or so chapters of revelation given to Joseph Smith after he translated the Book of Mormon) and opened up to D & C 99 where it spoke of two men getting called on a mission. And at that point, it hit me that I needed to go home. I then was able to sit on a freezing bench for a couple minutes outside and pray while looking at the temple. Man, it's so peaceful up there and I love going there. I wish I had gone more often this semester.
So that is my new decision. I know that the Lord had prompted me to do this and that this is the right thing to do. I know that I will receive many blessings my serving the Lord and bringing others unto Christ. I'm so grateful for this opportunity to serve. I will hopefully leave around April.
So who wants to hear a fun story?? Ok, everyone. So Friday night I drove down to Idaho Falls for a flight that was supposed to leave to SLC at 6:30. I get there and it has been delayed, not cancelled, until 9:30 am on Saturday. My parents booked me a hotel room with my two friends to stay in since their flight got cancelled, too. So I head to the airport Saturday morning and my flight takes off. I had 40 minutes to get to my connecting flight to San Diego. Well, that flight was delayed until 12:58 and then 1:30 and it kept going up until 3 o'clock. Our plane was there but the flight crew was stuck in Denver because it was too cold for them to leave Denver since it was so cold. My flight took off four hours later and I made it home to my family 17 hours after I was supposed to be there.
Anyway, sorry this blog post seemed so out of the place and not as organized as the past ones. The next one will be better. Thanks to everyone for reading. It means a lot. I love you all.
