Showing posts with label mission. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mission. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

MTC Part 2!

Ciao, mi amici!  La MTC e MOLTO BELLO!

I have had so many awesome experiences here, I can't even name them all!  I have LEARNED so much, it is ridiculous.  I now know what it feels like when "my cup runneth over."

Things I'm grateful for here at the MTC:

  • The priesthood.  I have come to know here that it is GOD'S POWER ON EARTH.  I am so glad to have such access to it when I need it.  
  • Salad.  MTC food is KIIIINDA weired, and sketch.  You can always count on some prepackaged lettuce and individually packaged portions of dressing.  Huzzah.
  • Also cereal.  We eat massive amounts of cereal.
  • Teachers who are okay with me weeping in front of them.  Seriously.  MTC teachers are angels.  
  • DearElder.com.  I would do a commercial for them if they wanted me to.  D-E-A-R-E-L-D-E-R.com.
  • The temple.  I only get to go ONE MORE TIME. I shall miss it. 
  • My zone.  They are so nice to me, and when we play Bump Lightning Knockout Elimination, which is our basketball-inspired (?) game we sometimes play together at nighttime, the anziani sometimes pretend to not be able to shoot the ball in the hoop while they wait for me to chase my ball across the pavement so that I don't seem so pathetically awful at bumplightningknockoutelimination/basketball.  Bless their hearts. 
  • My teachers.  Did I already say that?  Well, every single one of them rock.  For real.  I want to be all of their friend post-mish.
  • Los Spirito Santo (the Holy Ghost!) Missionary work and mission preparation just DOESN'T happen without it.  Because HE is the one who is teaching! Its incredible to see!  I LOVE THIS WORK! (*climbs on rooftop and spreads arms*)
  • The A-MAZING opportunity I had to sing in the Relief Society Broadcast on Saturday.  SERIOUS once-in-a-lifetime experience.  I stood 20 ft away from the PROPHET OF GOD.  My heart skipped a beat when he walked in the door and my eyes were immediately filled with tears.  Most amazing experience ever.  
Well folks, that's all I have time for tonight.  One more P-Day in AMERICA!  Isn't that weird?  

Buona notte!

Me and my companion, Sorella Yost, in front of the Provo Temple


Me, Sorella Woods, and Sorella Yost

Sorella Yost, Samuel Smith, and Me





Greetings from the MTC

Emily's first letter from the MTC!
September 5, 2013

I love it here at the MTC!  My companion's name is Sorella Yost, and she is from Washington.  She is the SWEETEST girl, and I am glad she's not a nutcase (that's always good).  We are not actually at the Main MTC campus, we are at the West campus.  In fact, we are the first Italian missionaries at the West campus, so they don't even have district or zone leaders for us!  I like west campus, though, more than I thought I would.  There are pros and cons.  Pros are that we are in apartments instead of dorms, and me, Sorella Yost, and two other Sorellas, Sorella Woods and Sorella Carter all share.  We get our own bathroom and KITCHEN!  (Ha ha, the only thing in the refrigerator at the moment is my M&Ms).  The cons are that they don't have a GYM for us yet, and since we share a bathroom we have to really schedule out everyone's showers.  We'll figure it out though.

The MTC is a SMALL WORLD.  Yesterday we took a shuttle to our residence hall (that's another thing, we have to take a shuttle to EVERYTHING), and one of the girls helping get us settled in came to help me roll my bags over to my apartment.  After looking at her name tag and asking a couple of questions I realized that it was EMILY KERBY!  I told her who I was and we had a little fangirl moment...It was great.  Then, later in the day, when we were waiting for the shuttle to pick us up for a class, I turned around and guess who was walking by?  JODIE LEVIE!  It took everything in me to not SCREAM, but I called for her and we hugged and cried, and she went back to BYU and I hopped on the shuttle.  It was AMAZING.

Language study is great, they are really just DIVING into it.  I don't think my teachers have spoken more than a sentence or two of  English to me.  It's crazy!  Well, now e have to go to breakfast, and I should probably blow-dry my hair. Write back soon!  My P-Day is Wednesday, and that's the only day I can check email, so write or email, whichever is faster.  I LOVE YOU ALL and miss you terribly!

Love,
Sorella McPeek
{Proverbs 3:5-6}

Saturday, August 31, 2013

On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons is kind of my life's theme song right now. Like practically word for word.

Well friends, this is my last post until I hit the MTC! I hope I will be able to post often (and by post, I mean email my mom a post for her to upload), but I can't make any promises, because I will be for sure very busy, and I can't say how busy I will be. I would really like to post often though. I really enjoy blogging. But in just an hour I am going to be set apart as a missionary, which means I am going to put all worldly things aside, so that means the Internet! Arrivederci, Internet! I'll try not to miss the cat videos too much.

So at 8am today I am getting set apart, then tomorrow morning at like 6am I am saying goodbye for good to my house (my mom is planning on moving while I'm gone, darn it.), and my family and I are driving up north for a family reunion! We will stay in a nearby hotel tomorrow night, then on Monday, we are driving (and driving, and driving) to Salt Lake City! I hate to be a typical Molly Mormon over here, but Salt Lake City is my favorite place to visit, ever! We are going to trot around Temple Square, and my mom and I are going to do a session in the Salt Lake temple, and the next day, we are driving to Provo for me to report to the MTC at 1:15pm! My next post will probably not be for a week at least, because I hear that you don't get much of a P-day (prep day, for those of you who don't know is the one day a week that missionaries have to get to do laundry, clean up, write letters/emails, and prepare for the coming week. If they have time, they can also do a little bit of tourism too) your first week at the MTC. So it may be a while! But I will try to pack it with pictures! Because pictures are the best, right?

Well, I don't know what else to say but, see you in 18!



Sunday, August 25, 2013

My Farewell Talk

{Note: It looks like a real doozy. I was asked to fill 15 minutes, and this much material did just that, so it is a little long. But that's why. Haha.}

Good morning, brothers and sisters. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Emily McPeek, and I’ve been called to serve in the Italy, Milan mission. I report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on September 4th.

Bishop asked me if there was anything I wanted to speak on, and it took me a while to decide, but I chose to speak on the doctrine that God is our loving Heavenly Father. I chose this because for one thing, it is the very first principle in the first lesson from the manual Preach My Gospel, but also because I think that if we have a firm understanding of God, his nature as a father, and all that that entails, we have a much clearer understanding of every other principle and doctrine of the gospel.

All growing up, I have always been dazzled by the idea that I am a child of God. I liked the idea that God was the King of Heaven and Earth, and if I am is daughter, that that makes me a princess. And I don’t think I’m the only one who got excited about that. Sheri Dew once said in her book No Doubt About It, “Our spirits long for us to remember the truth about who we are, because the way we see ourselves, our sense of identity, affects everything we do. It affects the way we behave, the way we respond to uncertainty, the way we see others, the way we handle pressure and disappointment, the way we feel about ourselves, and the way we make choices. In short, it determines how we live our lives.” I can testify that when I remember who I and everyone around me are as children of God, it instills in me a sense of duty to better represent my Father in Heaven, and also to help others realize their divine identity and potential.
I wanted, in this talk, to try to make sure I focused on the loving and kind attributes of our Heavenly Father, and as there are so many to talk about, I hope that the ones that I have felt prompted to talk about will be what somebody may have needed to hear today.

 Jeffrey R. Holland once said in a general conference talk in 2003, “I make my own heartfelt declaration of God our Eternal Father this morning because some in the contemporary world suffer from a distressing misconception of Him. Among these there is a tendency to feel distant from the Father, even estranged from Him, if they believe in Him at all. And if they do believe, many moderns say they might feel comfortable in the arms of Jesus, but they are uneasy contemplating the stern encounter of God. Through a misreading of the Bible, these see God the Father and Jesus Christ His Son as operating very differently, this in spite of the fact that in both the Old Testament and the New, the Son of God is one and the same, acting as He always does under the direction of the Father, who is Himself the same “yesterday, today, and forever.”

Elder Holland later goes on to tell a story from The Pearl of Great Price, referring to the prophet Enoch’s vision that we was given after being lifted up to heaven. Elder Holland says, “There, in the midst of a grand vision of humankind which heaven opened to his view, Enoch, observing both the blessings and challenges of mortality, turns his gaze toward the Father and is stunned to see Him weeping. He says in wonder and amazement to this most powerful Being in the universe: “How is it that thou canst weep? … Thou art just [and] merciful and kind forever; … Peace … is the habitation of thy throne; and mercy shall go before thy face and have no end; how is it thou canst weep?” Looking out on the events of almost any day, God replies: “Behold these thy brethren; they are the workmanship of mine own hands. … I gave unto them … [a] commandment, that they should love one another, and that they should choose me, their Father; but behold, they are without affection, and they hate their own blood. … Wherefore should not the heavens weep, seeing these shall suffer?” That single, riveting scene does more to teach the true nature of God than any theological treatise could ever convey. It also helps us understand much more emphatically that vivid moment in the Book of Mormon allegory of the olive tree, when after digging and dunging, watering and weeding, trimming, pruning, transplanting, and grafting, the great Lord of the vineyard throws down his spade and his pruning shears and weeps, crying out to any who would listen, “What could I have done more for my vineyard?” What an indelible image of God’s engagement in our lives! What anguish in a parent when His children do not choose Him nor “the gospel of God” He sent! How easy to love someone who so singularly loves us!”

Our Heavenly Father is a sensitive and emotional God. He empathizes with us because he loves us. He weeps with us when we suffer, and rejoices when we do what is right, because he knows that that is the way to true happiness in this life and in the life to come. He gives us experiences on earth, both pleasant and unpleasant, to help us learn and grow.

C.S. Lewis used a parable in his book, Mere Christianity, that illustrates God’s plan of happiness for us quite beautifully. He says, “Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.” Through our trials and struggles, God is molding us into the people He needs us to be. He knows the potential that is in each of us, and chances are, we don’t know or understand what we are capable of. We each have a duty to perform on this earth, one that our loving Heavenly Father has set for us, all we need to do is follow the counsel set at the end of the Book of Mormon in Moroni 10:32, which says, “Yea, come unto Christ, and be perfected in him, and deny yourselves of all ungodliness; and if ye shall deny yourselves of all ungodliness, and love God with all your might, mind and strength, then is his grace sufficient for you, that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ; and if by the grace of God ye are perfect in Christ, ye can in nowise deny the power of God.” In the months preparing for my mission, I have started to make a habit of asking God in my prayers to “help me today to become the daughter he needs me to be”. I know that I can find the greatest happiness in following God’s will and gaining experiences that will bring me closer to being that woman that he needs to help build his kingdom on the earth.

If God is our father, and he loves us as he does, then naturally, he wants to hear from us. This is why prayer was instituted. So that we could in a sense, “call” our father, tell him how we are doing, thank him for our countless blessings, and ask for help and guidance. Of course, being the omnipotent God that he is, he knows exactly how our day went, what we did well, what we did wrong, what we need help with. But he wants to hear it from us. It is easy to get into a mindless routine and say the same prayers every day, but I have found that when I kneel beside my bed at night and really talk through my day with Heavenly Father, the spirit comes upon me, confirms the love that God has for me, and comforts me. President Hugh B. Brown shared a story at a BYU fireside in 1967 that has really come close to my heart in the weeks and months leading up to my mission. He says, “I think that one of the first things that every young person should do is get acquainted with God. I mean that in a very personal, literal sense. I mean that in the sense that we are able to go to Him and obtain the kind of help we need. I remember when I was quite a lad… I remember my mother said to me when I went to go on a mission in 1904, she said, ‘My boy, you are going a long ways away from home now. Do you remember that when you were a little lad you used to have bad dreams and get frightened? Your bedroom was just off mine, and frequently you would cry out loud in the night and say, “Mother, are you there?” And I would answer, “Yes, my boy, I’m here. Everything is all right. Turn over, and go to sleep.” You always did. Knowing that I was there gave you courage. Now,’ she said, ‘you will be about 6,000 miles away and though you may cry out for me, I cannot answer.’ She added this, ‘There is one who can, and if you call to Him, he’ll hear you when you call. He will respond to your appeal. You just say, “Father, are you there?” and there will come into your heart the comfort and solace such as you knew as a boy when I answered you.’” President Brown goes on to say, “I want to say to you young people that many times since then in many varying conditions I have cried out, ‘Father, are you there?’ I made that plea when in the mission field we were mobbed almost every night, driven from place to place. We were beaten, expelled from cities, and our lives were threatened. Every time before I went out to those meetings, I would say, ‘Father, are you there?’ And though I didn’t hear a voice and I didn’t see His person, I want to tell you young people that He replied to me with the comfort and assurance and testimony of His presence.”

Now, unlike President Brown’s mission experience, I don’t expect to be mobbed or beaten, or driven out of the cities of Italy. The people there are pretty hospitable, and the area is about as safe, if not safer than, here where we live now. So don’t worry, Mom! But I can expect to come home at the end of a long day, maybe discouraged by investigators, or having a hard time learning the language, or just missing home, and I can expect to fall on my knees beside my bed and like Hugh B. Brown, call out, “Father, are there?” And I know that he will give me the same assurance and warmth that he does even now when I pray to him.

The scripture I chose to be my “mission scripture” comes from Romans 8:38-39. It reads, “For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” These verses are so very special to me, because they testify of the unconditional love that our Heavenly Father has for us, and it also states that that love is made possible through his Only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ. As flawed as we are in this earth life, it would be impossible for us to return to our just, perfect Father in Heaven without someone to atone for our sins. Helaman 5:9 reads, “O remember, remember, my sons, the words which king Benjamin spake unto his people; yea, remember that there is no other way nor means whereby man can be saved, only through the atoning blood of Jesus Christ, who shall come; yea, remember that he cometh to redeem the world.” I can never express enough thanks for the selfless and loving Atonement of Jesus Christ. He loved us as his brothers and sisters infinitely. Enough to feel every sorrow, every pain of this world that any of us has ever felt, pay for our sins, and then to die for us on Calvary’s Hill, that we might live again eternally with Him if we come unto him. However, I think that we don’t always remember to acknowledge how selfless and loving the atonement was of our Heavenly Father as well. Christ said in John 3:16, “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” God is our loving father, but he is also the father of the Prince of Peace, even Jesus Christ. Jeffrey R. Holland spoke on this in a 1999 general conference. He said, “I am a father, inadequate to be sure, but I cannot comprehend the burden that it must have been for God in His heaven to witness the deep suffering and Crucifixion of His Beloved Son in such a manner. His every impulse must have been to stop it, to send angels to intervene—but He did not intervene. He endured what He saw because it was the only way that a saving, vicarious payment could be made for the sins of all his other children from Adam and Eve to the end of the world. I am eternally grateful for a perfect Father and His perfect Son, neither of whom shrank from the bitter cup nor forsook the rest of us who are imperfect, who fall short and stumble, who too often miss the mark.” I too am thankful for a loving Father, who was willing to sacrifice his only perfect son for all of his other imperfect children. I think of the verses of a dear hymn, that reads, “And when I think that God, his Son not sparing, sent him to die, I scarce can take it in, that on the cross my burden gladly bearing, he bled and died to take away my sin. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee! How great thou art! How great thou art! Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee! How great thou art! How great thou art!"

I'd like to finish by bearing my testimony. I know that this church is the true church of Christ. I am so thankful for the wonderful opportunity I have to serve him and share his gospel with his children in Italy. In preparing for my mission, there has been a hymn that has really been special to me that I'd like to share. It's hymn 128 and it reads, "I will not doubt, I will not fear; God's love and strength are always near. His promised gifts help me to find an inner strength and peace of mind. I give my father willingly my trust, my prayers, humility. His spirit guides, his love assures, that fear departs when faith endures." My favorite part is right at the end, where it says that fear departs when faith endures. I know that I will be scared on my mission. But I know that if I have faith in the Lord and his plans, I can leave it up to him and he will give me comfort and help. I am thankful for the scriptures that we have, the Bible and the Book of Mormon. I know that they were written by prophets of God to help us in our day. I know that because I have read them and felt the spirit that accompanies them. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for my father who shows me love and support. I am thankful for my little sister, Annika. She is the best sister in the whole wide world. Through the process of getting ready for my mission and packing and whatnot, whenever I have anxiety, which happens a lot, Annie always comes in my room, puts her hand on my back, and tries to be as comforting and helpful as she possible can. I have been really blessed with an awesome sister. Mason and Keaton always make me laugh, and I don't know what I'll do without their witty commentary for a year and a half. I suppose they'll have to clue me in on their jokes in their letters. My mother is nothing less than the most amazing woman I know. She is strong, resourceful, faithful, and incredibly patient with me and my infirmities. I know that Heavenly Father is proud of her and her quiet valiance in fulfilling her calling as a mother. I thought of her when Elaine S. Dalton, in this last general conference, referred to the saying, "What e'er thou art, act well thy part." My mother does not have an easy part, but she does her best and leaves the rest to the Lord. I know that I will miss and yearn for her guidance and example while I am serving the Lord in Italy. I cannot wait to share the truths of eternal families, as well as all the other truths and blessings with the sweet Italian people. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Trying to spread the rare wisdom that I sometimes have...

Wow! I really haven't expected this month to be flying by so quickly! It's nearly halfway over!

Let me tell you, as part of the process of preparing for this mission, I scoured the internet high and low, for any tips and ideas on packing, what's worth bringing, what's not worth bringing, how much of it to bring, and what kind to bring. I was super clueless before I came across blog after blog of "What You Should Know About the MTC", and "Things Sister Missionaries Don't Think About When They're Packing" and "What I Wish I Would Have Known Before My Mission" posts. So I am going to {try to} add to that pool of helpful information by just listing off some things I am bringing on the mission, especially things you wouldn't normally think of:


-MORE than 6-8 outfits. I took it literally too, when my call packet suggested 6-8 outfits. We are going to get tired of the same 6-8 outfits. Instead, I am bringing about 12 versatile tops and 9 versatile skirts and 1 very accessorizable dress. I am also bringing cardigans that go with lots of my outfits, some scarves, headbands, necklaces, belts, things like that. Versatility is key. They want you to not feel like frumpsters, but they want you to be reasonable. 
-hAnD sAnItIzEr. Know it, live it, love it. We are going to shake so many hands, knock on so many doors, put our arms around so many people. The thought of it makes me so giddy with delight, but it also makes me want to put on some hand sanitizer, folks.
-A little hymn book. I find so much inspiration from the hymns. Bring a little one if you can, it can bring comfort in the toughest of times.
-A lanyard. One sister said that at the MTC, you have a card to carry around, and I don't know about you, but I lose small things like that like it's my job. How about I just keep it around my neck.
-A notebook with your favorite recipes, of course.
-A notebook of your favorite workouts. I like Pinterest workouts. And I know that with the tight missionary schedule, most of the time it will be all I have time for. So I went through my Pinterest and wrote down all of the ones I like, and I know I'll thank myself for it when the sweet Italian people are stuffing me full of pasta and bread and sauces, oh my.
-Gold Bond. I don't wanna be the companion with stinky feet. 'Nuff said.
-Those little no-show nylon shoe liners. Going along with the above^^^.
-Paper tape (or other colorful tape). My mom gave me some paper tape to label things that could get mixed up with my companions. Everyone in the apartment will know that the mascara with Sister McPeek's floral print tape on it is property of Sister McPeek. Yay.
-An extra pair of glasses, if you wear those. I just bought an extra pair today. You never know. 
-Quotes on small pieces of paper! I made a Pinterest board of all my favorite inspirational quotes and scriptures, and I am in the process of writing them all cute on half-size sheets of paper to put above my desk, above my bed, and around the apartments I will live in.
-Potpourri! This one's a little iffy because you're out of luck if you have a companion with a sensitive nose, but a dear friend of mine got me 3 really fancy potpourri packets (one for each of my suitcases!) so that my stuff won't smell stuffy and muggy, but rather smell like petals and rainbows! Hooray!
-An address book. Um, I have yet to find one of these, but I really want one to keep in touch with companions, investigators, and friends/family back home. But I guess Walmart and Target are too 2013 for address books??
-Stickers. A friend of mine on a mission asked us to send him stickers. Apparently they are really fun to hand out to local children! :)
-A SMALL home comfort. I am happy to say that I plan to bring my small teddy bear that has a little lavender potpourri packet in his tummy that you microwave and put back in his tummy to snuggle with. That will be my little piece of home. Hooray. I also suggest not getting any toiletry products that you're unfamiliar with. Not only will you not be sure if it's any good, but seriously, the more familiarity you can get, the better, especially in the MTC. I'm bringing my favorite shampoo, my favorite mascara, my favorite body spray... things that I already know and love so that this drastic life change seems a little less foreign.
-Zzquil. I can't totally tell you if that's totally and absolutely allowed, but I don't see why not. It's over the counter. And I guarantee you that I will need it the first week at the MTC. Crying girls, crying Emily, anxiety about learning Italian, homesickness, and waking up by 6:30am? Yeah, we're gonna need some Zzquil.
-Dry shampoo. Hey-oh, 2nd (or 3rd, or 4th...) day hair! ;)
-Some general conference talks. Print out a bunch of your favorites! Modern revelation is scripture, too!

Obviously that's not everything I'm bringing, but I thought I'd give you some ideas of some things you may not have considered before. I hope this will be helpful for somebody in this world. Without further ado, until next time, good friends. 

Monday, August 5, 2013

Prayers, please.

I have been feeling kind of beat up lately.
I think that Satan is trying a little harder to stop me from doing this.
I keep getting feelings over the past few days of "What are you doing? You're in over your head." "You're not one of those 'missionary' kind of girls. You aren't cut out for that."<----{He likes to use that one on me a lot. For a lot of different things. It's irritating.}

He keeps trying to tell me that I won't be able to wake up every day and be a representative of Christ. He's trying to make me think that I won't be able to live up to that authority day after day.

So what I'm saying is that I'd like him to stop it, because it's distracting me from actual preparation, and if you all could pray for Satan to buzz off my case and let me live out my full potential, that would be so appreciated.

P.S. The way I worded that sounded slightly sarcastic or lighthearted, but I'm very serious. Sometimes I take a lighthearted attitude when I talk about Satan, because he's really kind of a low-life. But for such a low-life, he sure can make Heavenly Father's children very truly miserable. So I would really literally like him to get away. Just back off. I'm too busy to be feeling inadequate right now.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

40 days left!

Oh my gosh. Only ten more days until I can say that I have a month left! You guys! I'm going on a miiiission!

I feel like I'm that one girl on Facebook and Instagram and my blog where all she ever talks about is her mission. Well good golly, I'M SORRY. I've been waiting since April to put on that tag and spread the gospel! I feel like I'm going to burst! How can I not think about it, and in turn, talk about it??

I'm in the midst of getting all ready. I've bought so much shtufff over the past month, it isn't even funny. Seriously. It's a good thing I'll have a slim budget for the next year and a half, because I don't even want to see a clothes store again. Which is kind of a strange occurence for Emily. See, I kiiiinda like shopping. And clothes. Usually, you know?

But seriously right now, if you try to get me to try on another skirt I might flip a lid.

It's great though! It really is. I'm glad I'm getting it done before the eleventh hour. I have almost everything I need (but of course when I say that, in my head I go, "Well, except for ___. And ___. And that other____. And I should probably get a ___." So yeah. That is still happening. But it's all little stuff. I have all the big stuff.) So now I can stop stressing out about finding the stuff I need, and just focus on mentally and spiritually getting myself completely prepared for the people of Italy! I am so happy, I could squeal like Leisel on The Sound of Music after Ralph kissed her face. Wheeeeee!

Except, it's not the same thing.
Because Leisel was boyfriend-giddy-squealing.
Emily is I-get-to-leave-and-be-a-nun-squealing.
Whatever. I'm going be a way fun nun.



Until next time, dearies.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

66 Days Left!

I have 66 days until I enter the MTC! Oh how this summer is really flying by!
I'm afraid once my siblings and my little buddy go back to school, it'll be like watching grass grow, though. 
But for now it's pretty fast pace! The weeks are flying by, my work days are so fun, and where in the world did June go??

This last week I went full force at mission supply shopping. 
I got my luggage (SUH CUTE), my two pairs of everyday shoes, a bunch of jewelry, some of my hair supplies (you know it's essential around here...), some headbands and hairbows, a floppy sunhat (so I can retain my current whiteness even as I walk outside all day every day), bed sheets, pillowcases, a good watch, a nice jacket, a blazer (in mustard yellow!), some aromatherapy hand sanitizers (for stress relief and sleep), my favorite Bath and Body Works scent in an eu du parfum form (for 50% off, too!), all my temple stuff, all the books I'm allowed to read on my mission, my purse (OH HEAVENS, it's adorable), a new wallet, excercise pants, running shoes, a hanging/folding organizer for my makeup and hair stuff, and whatever else I forgot to mention. SO MUCH STUFF. And paid for all of it myself, except for the temple stuff and the luggage. And I got gooood deals on all of it, too. 


All I really need is a new black skirt (mine has a broken zipper, sad..), my sewing kit, my first aid kit, a pair of boots, and I could probably use a couple more scarves. Oh and I need to find dual voltage blow dryer, curling iron, and flat iron. 

But I'll wait on those. At this point I would be happy never stepping foot in a mall again, with all the shopping I've done. 

On Tuesday night I'm going through the temple for the first time(<3), Thursday is Independence Day, the next Friday is my dear Erika Danielle's WEDDING, in a couple of weeks our family is camping in California, and then the 29th of July is my birthday!

So life is good, folks. Very good indeed.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Saturday Morning Madness

I apologize for not posting any lighthearted silliness lately. I promise that lighthearted silliness is still in my soul! I just haven't had any substancial writing material based on my silliness. So for now, I'm gonna keep being all pre-missionary-deep-and-thoughtful. 'Kay?

So on Saturday morning, I was just about to head out the door to dear Jadyn's house. First, I wanted to run my visa application (for my mission) by my mom, to make sure everything was in order, and so that I could get an envelope and send it out that morning. However, upon looking through it, my mom found something I had forgotten to fill out. So I filled it out. 
Then she found something I had written wrong. I white-outed and rewrote it.
Then she found a whole page of application that I had totally missed. Completely. 
Then I had paperclipped my photo to the application, when I should have pasted it. Then I should have photocopied my seminary graduation a different way, jumped over a rainbow, swam through a river, and taken the ring to Mordor...
And what was meant to be a quick "check, check, okay, here's an envelope and a stamp" turned into an ordeal of re-doing things, checking dates, and translating my Italian-written ministerial certificate. 
I started to feel overwhelmed, and I kind of had my first "Oh man, what AM I going to do for a year and a half without my mommy?" meltdown.
When I was just about done weeping about my newly-realized dependence, my mom gave me a talk about how Satan was trying to work on me by making me think I can't do a mission, and that I had to just tell him to shove off. 
I tried. But I was still scared. What if I was in Italy and I needed to fill something out, and I didn't know the answer? I couldn't just call my mom to do it?
So I started freaking out again. But I left the house, being like an hour and a half late for meeting Jadyn.
As I drove, I started weeping again. What would I do? How am I going to do this? And then, Heavenly Father slipped the words of a hymn into my head (like he has been doing a lot lately for me...): "Fear not, I am with thee; oh be not dismayed, for I am thy God and will still give thee aid. I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand." As the words came, I wanted to hear the rest of the song, so (at a red light, silly. I'm a safe driver...) I pulled up the song on my iPod and listened. Some of those various lyrics hit me to the core! I mean, really, what could have helped me more at that time...
"In every condition-- in sickness, in health, in poverty's vale or abounding in wealth, at home or abroad, on the land or the sea-- as thy days may demand, as thy days may demand, as thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be...
"When through the deep waters I call thee to go, the rivers of sorrow shall not thee o'erflow, for I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, and sanctify to thee, and sanctify to thee, and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress...
"The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes; that soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, I'll never, no never, I'll never, no never, no never forsake!"

So that's that. I got this. 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Faith.

"I will not doubt, I will not fear; God's love and strength are always near. His promises help me to find an inner strength and peace of mind. I give the Father willingly my trust, my prayers, humility. His spirit guides; his love assures that fear departs when faith endures." Hymn 128

Sometimes I get really freaked out. I am really, really leaving the country for 18 months, on my own, to live with people I've never met, and preach the gospel to complete strangers, in a completely strange language, with only the letters and emails from my family and friends to help me along. 

I've never even been away from my mom for more than a week!!

Also, people keep saying that the fact that I took a foreign language in high school will help me to learn Italian, but how can my ONE schoolyear of French help me? I don't even remember that much about it, not to mention French IS NOT ITALIAN. (Can you TELL I'm freaked out to learn another language??) This is going to be so hard. And so scary...

...

And also life-changing,
and wonderful, 
and amazing.

Because as much as I fear this life change, every time I think about this incredible gospel, and the impact that Jesus Christ and his atonement, and the spirit, and the scriptures, and prayer, and the prophets, and just this wonderful gospel has had on me, it literally makes my heart feel trembly. I have such a strong testimony of this gospel and this work. My testimony isn't perfect, but it is growing, and it makes me happier than anything in the world. The least I can do is go out of my comfort zone and trust in the Lord, that he will lead me along,  and lead me to people who are ready to find the happiness that I have found, and to be okay when I find people who aren't ready for that. And be able to go to an apartment somewhere in Italy, where there are a bunch of other girls who miss their mothers, and their best friends, and their dog, and be able to sleep soundly at night.

"Keep thou my feet, I do not ask to see the distant scene. One step enough for me." Hymn 97

Really, I am at an age and a time in my life, as are all of my friends, where we are making really important, and scary decisions. Really wonderful, terrifying decisions.
All the best decisions are that way, though, aren't they?

Monday, May 13, 2013

Hermanas on the Driveway

On Saturday morning, my brothers were washing my moms van, when Mason came in to tell me that the sister missionaries were here to talk to me. I was so SO excited! I ran out there and chatted with them for a few minutes, and then my mom and I invited them inside for some water, and we all sat at the couch and talked for a good while. I didn't even know we had sister missionaries in my area, and it turned out that they were missionaries for the Spanish branch (hence the "hermanas" in my post title. Because "hermanas" is Spanish for "sisters"). It also turned out that they just came to my brothers and asked them if they knew about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and my brothers were just like, 
 and told them that I was getting ready for my mission in Italy. And the missionaries were like
And then we all talked and happily ever after. 
So that was a fun Saturday. :)

Friday, May 10, 2013

Summer

The semester is over, and I'm one happy girl! I am so excited to finally get to focus on mission preparation, and to be ready, come September, to be the missionary that Milan, Italy needs.

Next week I am babysitting a family I know and love for the whole week while the parents are in Hawaii. It will be one doozy of a job, but it will be so good for me.

Then I am working and playing with the lovely It's Me, Jadyn Maree (I will totally blog about the adventure we have planned for the last week in May. It will be amazing.)

I have a family reunion Labor Day weekend that has always been my favorite reunion, and will be a great chance for me to bond with my aunts and uncles and cousins before I leave. I am so excited.

Other than that, it's all mission preparation! I applied for my passport yesterday, and when that comes back I have to apply for my visa, and there are so many things to buy! Does anyone know of a MP3 player that has NO radio or video capabilities, and has internal speakers?

Yeah, me neither.

Also, I'm not allowed to wear maxi skirts/dresses! So all you ladies planning on serving a mission, stop stocking up on maxi skirts! That rule actually makes sense, because really, how do you ride a bicycle in a maxi skirt? That's a bike accident waiting to happen, really.

Anyway, until next time, friends! Thanks for still reading this unstable blog! Haha!

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Amongst the excitement, I can't believe I even forgot to tell you!

My mission call came on Thursday evening!
I decided to wait until Friday evening to open it with lots of friends and family around.
That was crazy, and I spent the next 24 hours cleaning to distract myself from the envelope taunting me on the back of the piano.

But the time finally came, 
And THIS GIRL is going to be serving a mission in...


I report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on September 4th, 2013. 
I will prepare to preach the gospel in the Italian language. <3

The mission encompasses pretty much northern Italy. It isn't just Milan, it includes Florence, Siera, Pisa, Venice (!!!), and a wee little chunk of Switzerland, even, that I doubt is very inhabited. 

I have to note, that all throughout this process of preparing and filling out papers, and turning them in, and waiting waiting waiting... Italy has been in the front of my mind. 

I kept thinking that that would be the most perfect, beautiful place to serve a mission. Of course, because I thought that, I also thought that surely the Lord wouldn't call me to serve there. He would call me to somewhere I didn't know I wanted to serve. Like Brazil. Or Boise, Idaho. 

But no, my Heavenly Father wants me to serve Him in beautiful, beautiful Italy.

My mom says that maybe I just wanted to be there because I had a feeling that that was where I needed to be. Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't.
All I know for sure is that I want to be the best missionary I can be for the sweet people of Milan. 
Let the preparation commence!

P.S. 
Here is a video if you were curious as to how freaked out and excited I was when I opened the call. Video credit to the lovely Darci Cole. :)

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

You guys.

My mission call got sent in the mail today.
That means that there is an envelope
Just flooaaaating through the U.S. mail system.
That has my name on it.
And the name of the place I will be living for 18 months.
And when I will leave.
And what language I will be speaking.

Like. Oh. My. Gosh.

I now give myself permission to use every GIF that expresses happiness/excitement that I have ever saved to my "GIFs" file.
Ready set go.

















 heehee yeah that one is me and kate showing off our wicked mad dance skills in ^^^fast forward^^^




So yeah. That's where we're at now.
The call should be here either Thursday, Friday, or Saturday this week. 
BAHHHHHH!!!! :)

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Time Management

Remember the silly little post I wrote a couple of weeks ago? The one that was a letter to some imaginary fairies that I wish would smooth my life over?

Well that little letter got me thinking, and then I got all determined to do it myself if the fairies weren't going to do it for me! It's been kind of a whack-a-mole process, because I did take a weekend to totally demolish the mess in my room, but whilst I did that, school textbook reading and even assignments slipped out of my fingers. And then I was trying to pick up the pieces from that, and I realize how quickly my "turning mission papers in" date is coming, and now I'm trying to tackle that. It's exhausting, folks!

Something you need to know about me is that time management is one of the very most difficult weaknesses that Heavenly Father gave me in this life. It is something that I really struggle with. Like, my patriarchal blessing even addresses this problem! For whatever reason, I cannot look at a list of tasks to accomplish without going, 


Like, I was telling this girl in one of my classes a few weeks ago about all the stuff I had to do when I got home. You know, small talk. And this girl is a really nice girl. Like, college buddy kinda girl. And she was like, "Emily. Chill. That's not even that bad.."
And I kinda went,


And realized that she was right,
but it didn't change the fact that all of those little tasks still looked like one big mountain to me. 

So yeah. That's what I deal with on a daily basis. It's fun. 
And I'm trying to work on that, and make that weakness a strength, because you know what they say in Ether 12:27! :)
"And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that  humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them."


So that's my life right now. Sorry I haven't been very exciting lately. It'll get better once I turn in my mission papers.
Like, 
 
For reals. So that will be fun. :)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Photo-a-Day 3: Happiness

I was thinking about what I would post today,
and I stumbled upon a clip of this day that changed my life, and makes me weep for joy, even now.


So yeah. ^^^^this is happiness, 
if I ever saw it.
This semester can't go by quick enough.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013

I don't want to do a reminiscent post. I'm tired of those. Everyone knows what happened to me this year. Duh. I write a blog. I don't need to review. And if you forgot, here is Emily's 2012, the Nutshell Edition: I graduated from high school and beauty school, worked for a pizza place, quit said pizza place, worked for a clothes place, and went to college.

It was good times. 

But do you know what's going to be even better times? 

This next year.

I mean, in general, I do like to think that I set goals to make each year better than the last, but in particular, this 2013 year really will be grand. It's fate has already been chosen, you see.

I may have said it on this blog {one or two or three or 75 times...}, but after my birthday in July, I plan to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

I promise you that not 3 hours {I would say one hour, but I can't say I promise that} of my day goes by that I do not think about this exciting chapter of my life that is coming up. I cannot stop. I have wanted to serve a full-time, 18 month mission, for quite a few years. Now, due to the blessings of modern revelation, I can, in 7 months! I feel so blessed. I feel like God is truly writing the story that is my life, and that so many events and choices I have made in the recent past, some that didn't seem to make sense in my mind at the time, make sense now, and the reasons behind them are becoming clear to me as I see the opportunity that lies ahead of me. 
Come at me, 2013. ;)

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Apostles and warm fuzzy spirit and testimony, oh my!

Tonight, I went with my best friend to a fireside for young single adults.
{I apologize for the poor quality of this iPhone photo. We were working with a very pathetic amount of light, and I didn't want to have to use flash, so deal with it. ;) }

{for those of you going, "what the heck is a fireside??", it is kind of like a special sermon or a devotional given seperately from a Sunday meeting in the LDS church. Usually it is aimed toward a specific audience (in this case, young single adults), and/or has a special guest (in this case we had a few special guests)}

At this fireside were two general authorities {"clergymen" for lack of a better term, from Salt Lake City, where our church headquarters are.}, and an apostle. And if you are going, "Wait, an apostle?  Like, from the Bible? Like, Peter, James, and John??", then to that I say, 
"Absolutely, yes, actually."

I felt kind of silly because I know a lot of other people in my church that I know have been lucky enough to have seen and met and shook hands with at apostles before, and they might be like, "Dude. It's whatevers. Every day thang, girl...". But I had never seen one in my life, except for on the screen of General Conference. So, it really excited me when my bishop emailed me and my mom and said that Quentin L. Cook would be in town for a fireside. 
I grabbed my best friend and we ran after that opportunity! 
Guys. I don't know if everybody else who was there felt like it was this amazing, but I felt like it was super amazing.
The spirit when Quentin L. Cook and the two other general authorities just walked into the room. We all stood, and Elder Cook smiled at us and I felt the spirit so wonderfully. 
And when he spoke, even the obnoxious boys behind us who wouldn't shut up {and I feel like I don't even know why they showed up, like if you really just wanted to chat it up with your buddies, your mom isn't making you go to firesides anymore. You're an adult now, so just stop talking, or leave. Jadyn and I were a little irritated.}but even they were quiet, and eventually completely silent. He had such a spirit about him. He was glowing. I had never noticed the glow when I watched him on a screen during General Conference, but he just glowed! And his words were wonderful. He told us that this was a great time in our lives, and to not let doubt and fear get in the way of making important decisions, but to have faith in the Lord and let Him guide us. It was beautiful, and the best part, was at the end. Elder Cook was bearing his testimony, and he said, "Through experiences too sacred to discuss,  I have heard the voice of Jesus Christ." And right when he said that, the spirit filled me up, and it felt like someone had filled my insides with warm hot cocoa, or wrapped me in a warm blanket that was fresh from the dryer, and I could just feel the spirit testify to me that Elder Cook really is an apostle of Jesus Christ, and that he has heard the voice of Jesus Christ, and that Christ lives, and speaks through his prophets and apostles, and it was one of the most wonderful feelings I have ever felt. 
As he was leaving, I didn't get to shake his hand, but he was about 20 feet from me and I waved and quietly said, "Thank you" and he smiled at me and waved. 
That man is an apostle of Jesus Christ.
Thomas S. Monson is the prophet of the Lord.
This church is true, and I had to blog about this while it was still fresh in my mind, and I can't wait to spend 18 months starting this summerish/fall of 2013 proclaiming on a mission. I can't wait to help people feel the way I have felt because of this perfect, wonderful gospel, and especially the way I felt when I saw a prophet of the Lord today.
Oh this gospel is great and wonderful and amazing!