Keeping up with the past?

These past couple of weeks have been insane with the amount of blast from past moments I have been having. It’s both refreshing and frightening. Refreshing in aspect that it’s great to see old faces after years of not coming in contact with and how funny paths do really cross again. Frightening because once again the to fathom the idea of time is something immense. So to not make this a post about the vaguest idea ever i’ll give the examples.

It’s starts off with this little girl who was in my home ward in Richmond Hill back in like 2001 and we have pictures together as baby primary kids. I can honestly say that I don’t even remember the event of when her and her family moved away or what happened. Turns out years later she is now serving her mission in the very ward we grew up in thus leading up to us re-meeting years later as young single adults, only her as a sister missionary and me as a pre-missionary with a call. Now stumbling across these pictures I think is so funny. But it truly warms my heart to see someone from back in the good old days from when my family was very active in the church. To the point she made my mom cry to see that this little girl she taught in primary truly did become the leader of tomorrow. Also having her mention my family in my talk just brings back those happy memories.

 

 

 

photo  (From back in the good old primary days)

Then as my MTC entry date approaches so does my farewell talk and what the heck I even have to say at something like that. So as usual I have to find some sort of inspiration of what I am even going to say. Which for some strange reason led me to looking through some old photo albums. There were a lot of laughs and sentimental feelings as well. But one thing I saw was how happy my mom was and dad for that matter and how close they were to the missionaries and our original home ward of Flushing. It’s what truly got me thinking what this meant to me and how over the years this changes which did bring a feeling of somberness to my heart. But there was this one missionary who kept popping up in pictures with me and my family all the time. So I decided to ask my mom about him and I have never seen her face light up faster and she looks at me smiling and says “Thats’s Elder Hood the Elder that Baptized me, well converted me.” And I just felt super happy and in awe that my mom still recognized this man. That an elder that great of affect on a person. That thanks to him my life truly did change. He gave my family the opportunity to be married and sealed in the temple. The opportunity for me to grow in a LDS family household. And that is truly a blessing in my life thats when a new desire for serving a mission emerged. Not just as a duty I knew I had and a way to thank my heavenly father and to share his gospel and not for me to grow spiritually but to bring families together and unto the church. And I will always be grateful to this man and what he did and what he meant to my family. Which then led to me finding the guy on FaceBook obviously. And this is what then became to me someone I want to be. I want to be like Elder Hood according my mom “an Elder with that special it factor that allows him to touch the hearts of families” I want to be able to have that and love the people I teach so I can truly send them the love and teach them about the gospel in the best possible way.

 

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Prayer

The actual concept of time is probably one of the most difficult things to try and understand. At the time of me looking for a job and trying to get my mission papers done I felt time just flying by and felt like I had no time. Now that I have my mission call and am employed its as if time has stopped and someone pressed the slow motion button on the remote. My friends just seem to be leaving one by one on their missions and it seems one leave every 2 weeks so it just creates a bigger anxiety for me. My job then only gives me a psychological and physical frustration. For what I am being also is not worth the amount of stress I am receiving. I have come to the conclusion that for my well being and actual enjoyment of my last few months before my mission. But this has definitely helped exercise my patience and testimony in prayer. I am extremely grateful for the blessing and opportunities that god has given me especially when i am need. Literally just as I started to feel all hope of lost of quitting this job and not finding a new one a new opportunity had presented itself that gave me hope to just start re applying to new jobs. This has now just given the motivation of keeping my Job until the end of the month of June so I can some money still coming in but searching for new employment to leave this job for. I really am praying for this new job I just applied does get back to me so i can leave by the end of the month. But time can only tell but I am feeling very optimistic. I just cant continue to be disrespected and talked down town and talked to as if i am not even a really person and getting paid my minimum wage and working the worst hours, no it is not worth it.