Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The First 50...Part 2!

Well, what do you know? This is my 50th blog post! If you read my first post ever, you would likely think along the same lines as I - that this day would never come! Today's post's title comes from a previous post by a similar title written after my first 50 days of college, down at SUU. My oh my how things have changed since then! Life moves fast I suppose.

As many of you already know, or can clearly glean from the fact that i'm writing this post, I am home from my mission. I got back about 3 weeks ago. I have thought about writing this post a couple of different times since then, but today I decided to just sit down and do it. I'm home on a medical release, and I don't have many hard, set in stone details or plans to be able to share right now. But the one thing I can and will say is that I have received witness after witness that being home to be able to take care of things is exactly where I need to be and what I need to be doing. My heart aches for the mission. I miss the people, the language, the schedule, my companions, the badge, the chance to share my testimony so freely and so openly every day, etc... But above all, I know that this is where I need to be right now. It's not easy. It's not fun. But it is what's right for me.

So, the trip home from Asuncion, Paraguay to Logan, UT was quite long. We were awake for about 46 hours by the time my head hit the pillow the next day. Thankfully, I had a wonderful travel companion who helped the incredibly long flights and layovers pass quickly. Hermana Goimarac and I had a fun time trying to remember how to speak full english, especially when trying to share the gospel. I always thought that when missionaries would come home and give their homecoming talks and couldn't think of a word in English, that they were just faking it for dramatic effect. But, no! It's a real thing haha. Anyways, on one of the flights, I shared with Hna Goimarac some lyrics to a song that I had sort of rewritten, and she encouraged me to post them when I got home. So today, I decided to make this video and share the song. I hope you all enjoy it and can feel the Savior's love for each one of you. I'll probably post more about the mission later, but for now, here's the song!

I'd hoped they'd call me on a mission
When I had grown a foot or two
I tried my hardest to be ready
To teach and preach and work as missionaries do

I'm glad they called me on a mission
So I could learn a thing or two
My faith has grown more firm and steady
As I cried and sweat and laughed as missionaries do

I'm glad they called me on a mission
Al hablar la idioma español
Through entertaining language study
Aprendí a reirme en vez de querer llorar

I'm glad they called me on a mission
To let the Savior know me through and through
He's led me by the hand so gently
To comfort, lift, and heal as only He can do

This life is kind of like a mission
Though it takes more than a year or two
Through Christ I know we can be ready
To stand before the judgement seat with hope renewed

"It's great to have the Gospel. It's even better to live it."