Something to Love

I love a clean room but i hate cleaning it. This weeks job has been cleaning my room. Im failing so far. I have moved a pile ofthings from my desk, to the bed, to the floor and now spread throughout the room in different piles. The good news is that everytime it moves it gets a little smaller. im gonna go clean now. Even though I dont want to.

A Secret A Day Keeps the Doctor Away...

Today's secret is this this:
I love onion rings.

Proverbs 25:25

"As cold water is to a thirsty soul, so is good news form a far country."

"Le cuento que aqui andamos muy bien. Mi esposo ya se bautizo y la nina tambien. Y tambien me dieron llamamiento en la iglesia." -Hermana Brenda

I love Mondays because Monday is P-Day. P-day means letters and pictures from Mexico.

Trip Trap

Recently I have traveled the world. Well at least the world fo my siblings. I have one stop left. Flagstaff. I just wanted to say real quick how much I love my family and how much I hate Phoenix. After two years in the Mexican Dessert, Phoenix was pretty, after travelling other places Phoenix is a dusty, hot, barren wasteland. Ok it might not be that bad but it has nothign on Seattle.
As for the family. 2 years makes saying goodbye harder. After my trio to Utah I think the airport secuirty people wondered what I was doing there, sobbing my way through security. At first I tried to hide it but I jus looked even more rediculous. So I cried. Luckily in Seattle the car ride to the airport was a place to shed a secret tear so by the time we got to the airport I was dry eyed again. Goodbye used to be easy. Its not anymore-just hanging up on the phone seems like its the begining of forever.
My point is this: Once I was gone for two years, I learned what it means to say goodbye- and I dont like what it means.
Adios.

Thanks for the memories...

Yesterday I went out to eat with one of my mission companions, Elder Slaugh-he is not a missionary anymore but that is his name to me. On the way home he put in a CD I had heard before. It was a christmas mix that his Ex-girlfriend had sent him while we were in Mexico. As the song "Christmas Day" by Dido began to play, my mind flew back a year. For a second I thought it might still be 2009. I thought i was in Torreon. Then i looked around and the Rocky Mountains brought crashing back into reality, the memory was a bit more faded now, but the feeling was not destroyed. The nice thing about remembering is the good parts always seem to be stronger than the bad. thats one thing I love about music, it always brings back amazing memories.

I guess it has to work out.

Well. I have been really overwhelmed lately with all there is to decide; things like where to go to school, what to study, what classes to take, what to do to fill free time, and basically any and every other question that bothers a recently returned missionary. The other night my sister in law Lindy stayed the night at our house and we had a nice little chat. She really helped me see that things cannot go wrong. Even though for a moment everything seems to be a huge mess, the Lord has a unique plan for each of us that sometimes entails things we do not have planned out. Maybe getting everything I wnat when I wnat itu wouldnt just make me spoiled but alos would keep us form fulfilling the most important things I need to do. Maybe I havent always been the happiest person, but where would I be if I had been. So I guess my point is, Things wont always turn out like I wnat but I shouldnt even want them to. Sometimes our future holds things even more amazinfg that what our minds can imagine and we have to hold on and wait for it.


On my mission I found this video that I really liked. It gave me a lot of hope.




Good things do come.

It starts.

Well Im home. I got back from Mexico a week and a half ago and now am just trying to adjust to nothing. That is tough.
My first week home all my siblings came home and we spent time together and life was but a dream. Then they left and its just mom me and Melissa. Now I just spend my time trying to pick up where I left off, but not completely. Trying to find important meaningful things to do instead of wallowing around the house.
I closed one chapter of my life, and am heaidng on to a new one. However this part scares me even more than the last one. Now its time to make REAL decisions.