Honestly this week has been the hardest week of my entire life. But with every hard part there was an equally happy part. I´ve cried more than I´ve ever cried before in a week. I´ve learned more spanish in one week then I did in three years of high school, and I´ve eaten enough beans and rice for a large village of latino people.
This week during church one of the Presidents in my district shared a story that I felt like applied to me really well. There is two people standing on the edge of a cliff. One is near the edge, the other standing farther away because he is afraid. The one on the edge calls to the other and says ¨come to the edge¨. The other is still super afraid and says ¨no you´ll push me¨. The man on the edge asks again and once again the other person says no. After a few more times, the person standing farther away finally comes to the edge and the man on the edge pushed him off. However he did not fall, but rather he flew.
I am the guy not wanting to come to the cliff. I'm homesick, I don't really love beans and rice, spanish is pretty frustrating ... I am afraid. I don't want to fall. However I know without a doubt that Heavenly Father, the man on the edge, knows my potential perfectly. He knows what I am capable of and He is beckoning me to come to the edge. And I know that through Him I will not fall and I can fly because all things can be done through Him. This is the biggest change I've made in 18 years and I am ready to take it on even though it will be extremely hard.
HAPPY MOMENTS THESE PAST 10ish OR SO DAYS
Anyways, I love all my family and friends. You really don't realize how important some people are to you until you don't get to see them for two years. I wish I could all give you hugs right now for how much you mean to me. I´ll give you all good hugs when I get back.