Off to Serve |
There are times where a
favorite song from back home pops into my head, I remember a lyric or two. But
either I can never quite remember the tune or a few words are fuzzy. But it
brings just enough remembrance for yearning. I miss the song so suddenly;
I miss the way it would make me feel on particularly hard days. But I only get
a glimpse, and I'm left with only a taste of a joy I once felt from a song I
loved so much.
I think we all have
experienced something like this from time to time. It's even more prevalent as
a missionary because my accessibility to so many things is limited. I'm grateful for that for
many reasons.
One of the reasons is
something small, but has taught me much deeper truths. First of all let me say
I do understand that we are supposed to find Joy in This life. However the best
is yet to come, and its in spiritual moments, I think we get a little glimpse
of eternity and the happiness it will bring. A little bit of eternal
homesickness.
Like a song I once loved,
and in this (mission life) I will never be able hear the whole song. It's
important for me to remember in this (mortal life) there are some songs where I
will only get a lyric or two, or won't be able to remember the whole tune.
With the knowledge of the
pre existence, it is of course a song I've known before. And will know again.
But for now, as I keep myself worthy and my life centered on Christ I can
remember a lyric or two and get a pre showing of the wonderful things to
come.
As C.S. Lewis puts it
"This hunger is better than any other fullness; this poverty is better
than all other wealth."
First because I'm thankful for my amazing family, and this is my favorite pic. |
We got to come home on
Wednesday. The Neff's are now my adopted grandparents; it was hard to leave
them.
Saying goodbye to my Hurricane family |
Making Pizza at the Neff's |
But the day before we
left we found a cool service opportunity with all the sisters staying with
senior missionaries and in the mission home. This service slightly shattered my
heart into tiny pieces. As you may know two things Florida is known for, Hurricanes,
and elderly people. Those two things don't mix.
There was an area near
Orlando that got horribly flooded. Like up to their waste, flooded. So this
area was an elderly community. They all got moved to a shelter and then THAT
got flooded. So Tuesday morning, we get up and go to this convention center,
where they had nothing set up. We prepare for these sweet people to come in.
Besides the Mormons... there was really no one there volunteering. I couldn't
believe it. In this large warehouse they set up tiny cots and half of it was
for the animals. As they started coming in, some of these people could barely
get off the bus. I was running like a mad woman trying to make sure everyone
was taken care of. Caring these sweet elderly people off buses. (God gave a lot
of sister missionaries more physical strength that day.) Some of the elderly
did not have anything to eat since the day before.
And yet...
All smiles, calling it a
"new adventure" I let myself take a 5 minute break so I could go
around and sit with some of these people and get to know them. Hearing their
gratefulness and their positive attitudes I felt compelled to ask Heavenly
Father for forgiveness for being so angry and frustrated for the lack of help
these people were given or how they were treated. I loved them, I knew the
sisters showed love for them. More importantly I knew God loved them. And you
knew they knew it.
Flooding |
Saturday was my
b-dayyyyyy
But what a good day!
Service alllllllll dayyyy!
I got my first real
Florida sunburn, bout time living in the sunshine state.
The only unfortunate
thing is Friday night I got a really bad cold... I still have a pretty bad
cough but God blessed me as I kept moving I felt fine!
There's this sweet recent
convert in our Ward who had a bunch of branches in her backyard, our Ward
didn't think it was really enough to send a work group to. But after we were
done with our work group on Saturday we felt like we needed to go help her
anyway, so we did. There wasn't much but she was really struggling with it. So
we got it done real quick, afterword she texted us and said that was such an
answer to a prayer. She was really struggling to get it done and said many
people promised to help but never showed up. That was really the best birthday
gift, to be an answer to someone's prayer.
That night Sister
Schomaker and I went to this “hole in the wall” restaurant called Pantheons
that I loveee.
Helped another lady whose
house flooded and I got to bust up some cabinets.
Also Dad be proud of me I
took apart a bed frame all by myself.
I'll tell ya there's
nothing better than service. Nothing in the world.
Thanks for all the
birthday wishes.
I love y'all.
Sister Sorensenš
Party |
PARTY |
PARTA |
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