I must admit, my thoughts are not quite collected enough to give you a final entry. I think I will have one more opportunity to write next week. I'm not sure. No matter what, I will be sure to sit once I get home and write the things that I would really like to share with all of you. I'll do it without a time limit....oh, how glorious that will be.
My thoughts cannot really form a final letter, because my thoughts aren't there yet. It feels like a normal week of mission life-it's just another Monday. I like that. I am grateful that I feel this way. I will love going home when the day arrives; but, for now, I am here-heart, body, and soul.
This is a repeat from my mormon.org profile. I wanted to share something simple, but direct; sure from my heart, and clear.
I am a Mormon because I've come to know that Jesus Christ is my Savior; and, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is His Church-the exact Church that He established when He was on the earth thousands of years ago. As such, His Church is guided by a living prophet who is the Lord's mouthpiece for each of us. Countless times I have had experiences which have proven to exchange what I used to know and who I used to be for something far better than I ever could have imagined-all due to elements of this, Christ's Church.
Currently, I live my faith by putting lots of my life on hold, traveling to the bi-polar weather of Chicago, Illinois where I am a missionary. Day-in, day-out I have the privilege of representing Jesus Christ by inviting God's children to do the things I've done in my life that have brought me unforgettable joy and peace-the joy and peace that are only found through Jesus Christ.
I could type until my fingers literally would not obey the commands of my brain and still not fully explain each statement made above. There are countless experiences-sacred in nature-that have given me the foundation to say each of those things. I hope that over the course of my blogs I have been able to share a small number of those experiences. Many of those experiences will stay in my heart, too sacred to share. I pray that my words have conveyed enough so that you have been able to feel, not just read. These words are me. They are my spirit, my life, my heart.
God's goodness, manifest in my life over these past 18 months, cannot be put into words. It is impossible. I hope it is enough to simply say this:
God is good.
