tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27631617857989940102024-03-12T18:07:28.190-07:00Sister Emily SilvaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04438807447590511815noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763161785798994010.post-63662080566023424532015-06-23T15:29:00.003-07:002015-06-23T15:29:48.254-07:00The Keystones and Capstones of our Lives <div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.299999237060547px;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.299999237060547px;">My trainer and I just aren't getting along at all...like I'm pretty sure she hates me and isn't talking to me for the past three days. I don't think I did anything but I'm just so confused and I'm just having a really hard time. Can you just pray for me? And any advice? How did you not get along with your trainer? Is it just a trainer thing and once you get past the first few months things are better. Honestly I wish the transfer was now but it's in a whole other month! Ahhh! I'm going to go crazy. I've just prayed to Heavenly Father for help and I know he will deliver and I can get through this."</span></i><br />
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I am so glad you emailed me about this. Don't try and push through the tough times by yourself. First, rely on your Father in Heaven and the Atonement. Those two things are going to get you through the next month and for the rest of your life whenever times get tough. I had a strong relationship with my Heavenly Father before my mission...or so I thought. But you will never grow closer to Him then when He is the <b style="margin: 0px;">only</b> one you can rely on and the <b style="margin: 0px;">only</b> one to turn to. My trainer and I didn't get along from Day 1. I was SO surprised! We were very different. She didn't think the way I did. I thought that going on a mission would be the greatest adventure of my life and I had imagined myself walking alongside my companion, Book of Mormons in hand with "Called to Serve" playing in the background and dust flying behind us...<b><i>Epic</i></b>. But it's a bit of a wake-up call when you are first adjusting to a missionary lifestyle. I remember feeling so guilty and un-Christlike because I didn't like my companion. I was supposed to be this <i style="margin: 0px;">perfect missionary!</i> Let me tell you right now, <b style="margin: 0px;">there is no such thing</b>. That was one of my greatest personal struggles on the mission...not. being. perfect. I <i style="margin: 0px;">tried</i> to be consecrated but I fell short every single time. And that is where the Savior along with His Atonement became my best friend. He made up for it all and told me again and again to stop beating myself up about it. </div>
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So, <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22.719999313354492px; margin: 0px;">here's what I learned from my first two transfers with my trainer:</span></div>
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<b style="margin: 0px;">1.</b> We are still girls. Yes, we are set apart as full-time missionaries but we are going to have bad days...and even worse days once every month.</div>
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<b style="margin: 0px;">2. </b>Her decisions are not my fault. Yes, we are responsible as a companionship to look out for one another but if she decides not to like me...that is her choice. </div>
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<b style="margin: 0px;">3.</b> <u style="margin: 0px;">Service.</u> Try killing her with kindness. It's a <u style="margin: 0px;">great</u> way to work on self-pride. <i style="margin: 0px;">(*Warning- this one can be the hardest to do)</i> </div>
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<b style="margin: 0px;">4.</b> Focus on the work. Do everything you can to just plunge in and think of others.</div>
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<b style="margin: 0px;">5.</b> There ARE angels around you. The unseen ARE THERE. You are <u style="margin: 0px;">never</u> alone. </div>
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<b style="margin: 0px;">6.</b> Focus on the tender mercies that God WILL send to help you get through the right now. </div>
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Remember, to those who are keeping the commandments of God and doing everything they can to do His will, He has promised that <i style="margin: 0px;">"No weapon that is formed against you shall prosper"</i>. I would like to say though, that later towards the end of my mission, I was able to look back and realize that I appreciated my trainer so much. When <i>I </i>was the one training, I discovered that she had actually done quite a lot for me. My respect for trainers began to grow. I have never liked being told what to do and being submissive and gentle was SO HARD FOR ME when I was first being trained as a missionary. But I learned to check my temper and to pick my battles wisely. And now, I am realizing that those first few months with my trainer have prepared me for marriage and for life in general. Your mission will shape you into what God can already see and what you cannot. Be patient and live the next few weeks by WWJD. You may ask, what <i style="margin: 0px;">would</i> Jesus do? Well, He would love your trainer and have patience with all her imperfections. Do your best to do the same. ...<u>It will not be easy</u>. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22.719999313354492px; margin: 0px;">Ask your family to put your name in the temple. Missionaries already are being prayed for in every temple that dots the earth. You are getting many prayers! I remember well how hard it can be out there and prayers will make such a difference. I promise you that. </span></div>
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Remember you are loved! </div>
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Emily Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158997880386180869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763161785798994010.post-1702318693159882812014-05-30T16:10:00.004-07:002015-05-09T12:38:36.619-07:00Grateful for my hurricane. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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President Miller called me before I went in and told me that the mission would be fasting for me on Friday as I went in for my knee surgery.</div>
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What <i>"pre-surgery fake happiness"</i> looks like:)</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Now I remember why I used to joke about waiting for the Second Coming before going through another knee surgery.</span> </div>
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<br />Emily Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158997880386180869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763161785798994010.post-30838185998514052502014-04-30T09:15:00.001-07:002014-04-30T19:12:44.894-07:00And it's time.<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What an adventure this has all been.</span> I am so grateful to God for giving me the time I had on my mission. Those 10+ months I had, are and always will be some of the most influential of my life. I came home a different person with more eternal friends, a bigger heart and my faith has grown substantially. It has continued to grow from this experience of coming home. The past 4 months have been some of the hardest I have endured in my life but every step of the way I have had incredible support from both seen and unseen angels. The people I am surrounded with and the love that has been shown was more than I could ever have hoped for. I received the news yesterday from the missionary department that I have officially been released. I put my papers in again wanting to give it my all, and I have. My Heavenly Father let me know a long time ago I think that it was over as a full-time missionary but that there was still much missionary work ahead of me. I have seen on so many occasions how the Lord has used me here in the Burley, Idaho mission as a <i>member</i> missionary. My testimony has only grown stronger. I also recognize the many tender mercies that have come from being released. I would have missed seeing my little brother by only a few days if I had never come home, as he is leaving to the Kumasi, Ghana mission on July 24th. I have been able to grow closer to him and help him get ready for his own missionary service. Since coming home I have had the revelation that it was for the best in coming home. Since stepping off the plane that terrible, not so happy day I have learned to understand my body on a greater scale. It has been a long and difficult journey. I have been sick almost every day for the last four months. I have learned patience, more about the precious gift of grace and the great power in priesthood blessings from the bulging disc in my L5 to going gluten and lactose free to steroid shots in my SI joints and to the knee surgery I now face. It has been one thing after another..quite literally. I have done my best to remain positive and happy but I truly have struggled from all this chronic pain that continues to plague my once-healthy body and many nights I have layed awake asking my Heavenly Father...why? </span><br />
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<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;<br />Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.<br />I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .<br />And the Master so gently said, "Wait." </span></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.<br />"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!<br />Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?<br />By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.</span></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,<br />As my Master replied again, "Wait."<br />So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,<br />And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?" </span></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;<br />You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.<br />You'd not know the joy of resting in Me<br />When darkness and silence are all you can see.</span></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">"The glow of my comfort late into the night,<br />The faith that I give when you walk without sight.<br />The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask<br />From an infinite God who makes what you have last.</span></i></div>
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<span class="Main_1" style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">AND to top it all off...I got some awesome pictures from the mission this week. Two of my favorite missionaries, Elder Godinez and Hermana Adams doing the famous "<b>Hermana Silva peace sign</b>"...sigh, how I miss them...and doing my peace sign all the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">...</span><b><span style="font-size: large;">Side note:</span></b> For those of you who have been wondering, yes my papers have been resubmitted! But I am still waiting for an answer from the missionary department of whether they will let me back or not. I've been checking the mail <b>every</b> morning and still nothing but uh, this morning...<i>somebody</i> (aka, little brother) decided to beat me to it. </div>
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Like many of you, conference was definitely on the agenda for the weekend. So Alli and my awesome cousin Chazz drove up with me and we stayed with the Sorensen family Saturday night while planning on going to a Sunday session. The Sorensen's are my friend Heidi's family, who happens to be in Australia on her mission right now. We were so excited to stop in and see them. Several conferences ago it was at their house with Heidi, that I first heard the announcement that would tweak my plans and ultimately end up changing my life. It was so great to see them all again, but we definitely missed Heids being there.<br />
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This is where it starts getting <i>providential</i> for me. Cindy, is the best "doctor" I've talked to since being home I think. I mean of course, I've had some great doctors who I am beyond grateful for, but Heavenly Father led me to Cindy's home for a reason this week. And I am going to recognize this as a HUGE blessing from Him instead of calling it coincidence. This terrific mom gave me so many ways to improve some of my health problems because she and Heidi have been through some of the same things I've been pushing through. </div>
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Meet my adorable cousin <span style="font-size: large;">Sister Victoria Silva</span> who is serving in the Salt Lake City mission. I didn't expect to see her at temple square though and especially with that sea of people. God led us to each other and somehow helped her recognize the back of my head! Seriously...she's good, especially since I just dyed my hair and it was in a bun. How she recognized me, I'll never know.<br />
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If you didn't have the opportunity to watch General Conference this week you can watch it <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2014/04?cid=HPSU040614654&lang=eng">here</a>.</div>
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My sweet friend Carmen that Sister Biancardi and I taught in Horizon City called me recently to see how I was doing and made my entire week. <span style="color: orange;">Best. Feeling. Ever.</span> when an old investigator calls you. </div>
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I looked at my mom with this kind of look like "get me out of here". I have no idea what my face looked like to her but she immediately got up and found a nurse to get me some Valium haha. They had told me not to eat or drink before the procedure which led me to believe that they'd put me out. Anyways, it turned out that they left me conscious and ended up turning up the volume with 25 plus shots in my SI joints, with so many steroids that my body is now <i>beyond</i> jittery. It's<b> so</b> hard to sleep...I think I need more Valium haha. I've been sore for a few days but feeling some improvements! Finally. We are a step in the right direction. I still have an epidural to go in my L5 vertebrae to look forward to though. I've had more doctor appointments than I would care to admit in just this last month and have been put on even more and more medication. My body seems to be having so many side-complications and is so darn weak.. so, I've taken to walking by the river as MUCH as I possibly can. </div>
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I had an <i>almost</i> perfect day in Brigham City yesterday. </div>
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We ran out of gas and got stuck in traffic and I may have thrown up the<b><span style="font-size: large;"> entire</span></b> way home but it was so worth every not-so-fun moment for all those wonderful ones in between. I can't tell you how much fun it was to walk into that sealing room and see my missionary friends from NMAM (and yes, my shortness is more than evident here). (Elder) Jackson Eaton looked so darn happy with his beautiful bride sitting next to him and my good friends (Elders) Lincoln Baliff, Dallas Turnbow and David Steffensen were all there to celebrate the day too. I felt like I was back in MLC for a moment haha, (just missing the tags and President) but oh how it was fun. So. stinkin. fun. to catch up with them all and to be a part of that special day! What a sweet spirit we all felt there in the House of the Lord during our 'mini-reunion' of sorts. </div>
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Missing <span style="font-size: large;">ALL</span> of my missionary friends from the Albuquerque, New Mexico mission. </div>
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I've been so darn blessed to have been given the opportunity to get to know and work with so many awesome missionaries since I've been home. I've gone out with the Hermanas from the Rupert branch here locally and then I also go with the Elders from Paul 1st ward each week on Thursday to a part-member family's house who are progressing towards baptism! I've become such good friends with them and love seeing them come to church. I also met up with these two sweet sisters in Idaho Falls when I was up a few weeks ago. Have I ever told you that <span style="font-size: large;">I LOVE the Lord's servants?!</span> They are such hard workers and ever dedicated to our Father's <b>great</b> purpose. I try and go out with them whenever my body will let me. It is the BEST feeling to be able to share my testimony in the setting of someone's living room again and again. You don't realize how much you miss it until you don't do it as often as you used to...as in <i>every. single. day.</i> Missionary work is something that <i>anyone</i> can do! We <i>all</i> have a part in this marvelous work and wonder. All we need is...a testimony and love in our hearts.<br />
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And can I just please take this opportunity to include yet another sidenote about how much I dearly love and miss my sweet companion?????? She is a fantastic missionary. One of the most obedient missionaries I ever knew. And just look what she sent me this week?!! <i>Just</i> what I needed. </div>
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So I've made a decision to continue blogging my recovery process. I feel that this entire experience/challenge is a part of God's mission He has given to me. And I don't want to miss a thing, so that later I can look back and be grateful for these times past and for what I have learned. </div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Although, working towards a full-recovery is not exactly eassssssyyyyy. </span><br />
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May I just point out all of those dreaded little red tags on pretty much <i>every</i> medication of mine that reads, <i><span style="font-size: x-large;">"May cause dizziness and/or drowsiness"</span>. </i><span style="font-size: x-large;">NOT</span> fun. I feel like I just sleep <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">allllllllllllllllll</span> of the time. Sleep, get up and try to eat something, sleep, eat and then sleep again. Although sometimes, if I'm lucky, I make it out to Walmart! ;)<br />
I feel as weak as a newborn.<br />
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Just call me- <span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>"Pill-popper" :P</b></span><br />
I hate being dependent on medication...but I guess I'm grateful for them too.<br />
I'm also grateful for brilliant physical therapists, doctors and healing angels.<br />
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<b>So, Diagnosis:</b> Ummm...right. Where to begin? All I know is I've worked with like 6 specialists now (some in NM and now here) and they've all had <i>different</i> theories and opinions. What we've been able to basically figure out is that my L5 vertebrae is bulged (some kind of disc disease) that's also slipped in the lumbar region of my spine and that I have SI joint problems going on as well in my pelvis. My ligaments are inflamed like crazy from sitting down so much in the field on a malformed SI structure. And so we are now working on <i>re </i>adjusting my body back to it's normal and original "sphere". However, we have also discovered during this whole process that because it went on for so long, it has thrown my entire body structure off, meaning my ribs are at a 54/32 and so I'm getting less oxygen to one side of my body.<br />
Back problems cause <b>all</b> kinds of problems.<br />
The doctor calls me, "twisted" haha. And he's right.<br />
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I had my first round of injections last week...<span style="font-size: large;">talk. about. sore.</span> I tried <u>not</u> to be a baby but I'm pretty sure I made the arthritis in my momma's sweet hand worse. It was a series of 5 different shots in my spine and I feel like it made a difference but not enough. I still can't sit down for more than 5-10 minutes without pain. It looks like we'll be back for round 2 in the near future.<br />
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As for right now we are in the middle of some intense physical therapy.<br />
<span style="text-align: center;">Mom came with me today to see what they've been "doing" to me the last several therapy appointments...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(by the way, very much enjoying Sheri Dew's advice on this subject right now...great book.)</span><br />
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I wanted to share with you <u style="font-size: x-large;">my first day in the field story</u> <b>to illustrate this very point</b>. I never really talked about it too much before this but it was, for me quite honestly...one of the hardest days I have <u>ever</u> had to endure (in comparison with the day I came home). Which was weird because I had never, ever imagined myself being anything but <i><span style="color: #ffd966;">happy, happy, happy</span></i> my first day arriving to my mission. But it was anything but. However I learned from that day, the privilege of wading through the trial and paying the price to become better acquainted with God.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Ok. sluuuurrrred day. First day went something like this: Got back to dorm room late, coughed ALL night, got 30 minutes of sleep, coughed some more, got up at 4:30 am to make it to the bus on time, dragged my heavy heavy bags all by myself all the way to the bus, no breakfast, hugged my MTC roomies goodbye one last time, boarded bus, quietly cried on bus in the dark, arrived to SLC airport, security check, desperate plea to my Father in Heaven to help me last the day, called home from airport, sobbed the moment I heard my momma's voice, cried with her for a wonderful 20 minutes, forced to hang up, boarded rickety flight, arrived feeling more than disoriented, tried to smile and pretend I was ok, tears threatening to burst, </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">first glimpse of President and Sister Miller, too many missionaries everywhere, picture outside temple, rushed to the church, lunch, first tracting experience, training all day long, I can't remember any of what they just told me, personal interview, testimony meeting with lots of people I don't know, dinner, REALLY going to burst out sobbing by this point, taken to random stranger's house, given bed and pillow...don't remember anything after that." </span><br />
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The doctors in the MTC told me after doing X-rays of my lungs that I had a bad case of bronchitis, threatening to turn into pneumonia. They got me on antibiotics but only a few short days before I was scheduled to leave. It was only because of my pleadings that they let me leave. I had been confined to my dorm room for a week it seemed and I just didn't want to have to stay longer than needed there. Plus all of my dear missionary friends were leaving. A new group was coming in. I just wanted to get to my mission. Except I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was breathing out of a straw. The doctors hesitantly signed my release form and I was on a plane the next day. However, what I was <i>not</i> expecting was to get the call that Grandpa had bone cancer and only had a few short weeks to live. He passed away just a few days before I flew out. The day I left to the mission field was the day of his viewing. I was grieving...by myself. I was devastated. There was hope in the Atonement yes. I had an unfailing testimony of the great <a href="http://www.lds.org/topics/plan-of-salvation/our-eternal-life/video?lang=eng">Plan of Salvation</a>. But I was <u>numb</u>. I was hurting. My sweet Grandpa had <i>just</i> stood in the circle to set me apart only weeks before! He was always so physically fit. The last of my grandparents I ever expected to go first. I felt a little shell-shocked and yet here I was throwing myself into a new culture, new way of living, new language, new everything. It was <i>almost</i> too much. (Actually at times it <i>was</i>...but I had help now that I look back). But I stretched. God stretched me. My empathy for others grew. Things are supposed to be hard! Because we grow tremendously! The Lord sent His angels to minister unto me during those first few weeks. I was surprisingly able to remain cheerful through it all. I had spiritual experience after spiritual experience it seemed. Strength came out of nowhere. I wish I could have seen "the behind the scenes" to it all. I know Grandpa checked in on me often. I was able to lose my sorrow as I concentrated on the work and truly forget about me. <span style="font-size: large;">That's why I have grown to <b>adore</b> service</span>. It forces you to think about everyone <u>but</u> you. I like taking a break from myself now and again, ya know?<br />
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A few weeks later, Sister Miller called me into President's office and told me that a new sister who had just arrived had just found out her grandmother had passed away that very day. I was able to go in with her and talk with her and just cry with her. It's amazing how God teaches you hard things so that you can in turn be there to listen to someone else and to <i>actually</i> have the capacity to <u>understand</u>.<br />
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But...I feel strongly that this can help someone else. I didn't realize the percentage statistics of missionaries who come home early until today. This post is for them. <a href="http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/lifestyle/57219005-80/mission-missionaries-early-says.html.csp">%%%</a></div>
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-So I got up that morning, (without much sleep in my system, I mean, how can you sleep when all this is happening??) we picked up the Panorama Heights Sisters and drove, faster than I would have liked to the mission home...well, but then again I had a plane to catch. President was waiting. I snapped one last picture of the Sandias and kept the tears back as best as I could. Which was, <i>not</i>. "<b>This. Isn't. Happening</b>. At least.. Not. To. Me. This happens to <i>other</i> missionaries, but not to <i>me</i>." Reality hit me hard, as real as the pain I'd been feeling for months now. I was <i>actually</i> getting on a plane. A plane to Idaho. Suddenly I hated Idaho. It was the most ironic thought that's probably ever entered my mind. That I could actually hate Idaho...<span style="font-size: large;">Home</span>. My home. Let it be known to all now...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm proud of Idaho</span>. I am a country girl and ask <i>any</i> one of my companions and they'll tell you how much I love being from that potato growing, hard working, humble community of a place. But all of a sudden I disliked every bit of that place. I wasn't ready. One question that we often plague ourselves with as imperfect human beings, kept running through my mind that morning. The classic <span style="font-size: x-large;">"Why me?"</span> "...What have I done to deserve this? I have tried all my life to be good, why has this happened to me? If I had done <i>something</i> different? If I had been more righteous maybe? Does the promise of Ephraim not apply to me anymore?<br />
You see, I thought I had tried. Tried real hard. But it hadn't been enough.<br />
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The thoughts start hitting you then at rapid speed. Almost more than you can handle at first. Your minds on <span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">fire</span>. You start thinking things like, "What will my family think? What will my friends think? What will my stake president and my bishop think about all of this? I just can't show my face on Sunday to the ward. Will <i>anybody</i> understand? This is going to ruin my whole dream of a nice homecoming. (I guarantee at some point, every missionary has thought about that day getting on the plane and rushing into their family's arms). But it's not supposed to happen yet. Not like this. This feels all wrong now. I might have to have surgery...I <u>hate</u> surgery. Will I get to come back? How can I just leave my companion...we've been struggling in this area as it is. Not exactly the best send off. This just had to happen RIGHT NOW?! Seriously Father...<b>GREAT</b> timing. What about all these sweet sisters? I'm supposed to be taking care of<i> them</i>. And why on earth will they not let me extend? They used to do that all the time! I feel like I've been sick my entire mission. Why is God letting this happen? This. Is. NOT. Fair.<br />
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Then again, when is life E.V.E.R. fair?<br />
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You feel sad and then angry. And then sad again...and then angry...again and again. It's one big cycle.<br />
And then you just feel guilty. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Guilt.</span> Guilt becomes the new out-breaking epidemic to your life. And would you like to know who's behind it all? You guessed it. Satan. He <span style="font-size: large;">hates</span> missionaries. If you've ever served a full-time mission you know this. He comes at you with every day, every success, every baptism. He hates you and he hates those wonderful people you teach. But with the shield of faith you can win. You're endowed with power and you're set apart from the world to teach. God never leaves you alone in this work. The Savior works hand in hand with His missionaries. He loves you so much. He will always pull through for you. It's His vineyard and you work for Him.<br />
But all of a sudden the tag is coming off. I'm not officially working for Him anymore. "No. No. No. I'm NOT this strong. I absolutely <u>love</u> my mission. I have wanted to serve for soooo long now. It's never even crossed my mind that this situation could be a possibility. I have been serving in the best mission in the world (every missionary should say this)!! I love getting up every morning and putting this tag over my heart. I love all of these missionaries here. I love <i>being</i> a missionary. Being <i>His</i> servant. Am I now failing Him?"<br />
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"Pain and illness, can test the best of us."<br />
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If I have learned anything from this experience it is definitely empathy. Empathy for every missionary who has had to come home, whether it is because of rule infractions, health issues or emotional struggles. I feel for them more deeply then I ever would have before. In fact, I hate to admit this but I have always judged missionaries who come home early or those who don't even decide to go in the first place. Missions are hard. But in my mind it didn't matter how hard it gets out there, you just stick it out. But after having served for over 10 months my perspective has shifted just a tad bit. Having a healthy mentality is crucial if you are to serve a mission.<br />
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This article from Deseret News may help you to understand better.<br />
<a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865591983/LDS-missionaries-developing-strategies-to-cope-with-stress.html?pg=all">Missionaries Struggling to Manage Stress </a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;">"Let's say you are someone who can handle a stress level of seven, and you live your life at a stress level of six by going to your room and listening to your iPod or going to the gym or playing Xbox or whatever you do to handle stress." "Then you add a new stress or rigor to your life. How many kids have worked a 13-hour day? They get above a level seven, and they don't know how to get back to a six."</span><br />
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I'll be the first to say that some days are just plain hard. It gets pretty stressful. And everyone is different and we all handle stress so differently. As a Sister Training Leader I saw sisters go home for a multitude of reasons. It was always so heartbreaking for me to see. However I also saw Elders and Sisters who stayed and worked hard despite their personal challenges.<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">These missionaries are my heroes</span>.<br />
I love them for having the strength and stamina to trust in the Lord and continue in His service. And even with sometimes having to deal with severe tragedy like a death in the family. It is no easy task. I lost my own sweet grandfather after only being out for 3 weeks, still in the MTC. I can specifically remember one particular Elder who's mother passed away right before his mission. He was one of the happiest and hardest working missionaries I knew out there. Some people can handle things well. Others, not so much. Tragedy. It's a shock to the system as it is, but out in the field, well...it stinks. It can take quite a toll on a full-time missionary who is subject to severe and constant change and is having to deal with everything all new and at fast speed. A mission will stretch you emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually, with everything else in between. The big 4 necessary keys to surviving. That's why being positive and cheerful is a must. If not, then you will endure your mission rather than enjoy it. Not every missionary who comes home, comes home for the right reasons. However, my empathy has deepened for them of what they go through.<br />
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There IS a <b><span style="color: #ffd966;">happy </span></b><br />
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All those above questions...answered. Well, most of them.<br />
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-We got to the mission office and the <i>outpouring</i> of love began. From both God's earthly angels and His angels unseen. My sweet Mission President and his dear wife who had become parent-like figures to me those last several hard-working months couldn't have been kinder. The members I had been living with were incredible as well. Sister Laws took my face in her hands and said, "You, Sister Silva, are braver than you think." My eyes rarely were empty of tears the rest of that day. I made my farewells to those who I had grown to love so much. Including my companion.<br />
Drove to the airport. Checked in luggage. Printed boarding pass. Told President I absolutely <u>hated</u> this. He told me to instead, positively envision him picking me up in a few short months. Walked down the terminal, waving my last goodbyes and boarded one of the worst flights of my life (no matter how smooth and lacking in turbulence it was). I wasn't going to be wearing the tag for much longer. Didn't feel much like eating anything so instead of stopping for lunch in between flights I decided to give out all my pass-along cards. The well-developed inner missionary in me talked to everyone I could in the airport and on board the next two flights. God gave me that day, more spiritual experiences then I could have ever asked for on a usual given day. One particular stewardess I met sat in the back with me and she and I became good friends as we talked about the Restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. There was only a few weeks until Christmas (talk about bittersweet) and so as I turned to leave I stopped the stewardess and said, "This is the best gift that I can give you for Christmas." I explained the card and the website and told her there was a number on back to call if she had any questions. I will never forget the look in her eyes as I exited that plane. She had felt something. Something familiar. I love that look. I wanted to cry from joy and cry from anguish all at the same time as I would not be doing this on a regular basis anymore.<br />
Flying into Twin Falls through heavy snow was terrible. One lady was so happy for me as we landed saying, "Oh look! We have a missionary on board who's coming home. How fun. I can't wait to see you reunite with your family!" I think I would have probably corrected her if it hadn't been for the cry threatening to burst from my tangled-up throat. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>But this is where I really started to feel God's love for me.</b></span> The confirmation that I was to come home at this time in my life from perhaps the best decision I had ever made came a full 100% before I even walked down the plane's stairs. I can honestly say a <u>FULL 100%</u>. Not that I had all the answers in front of me or anything. No angel had appeared and explained the reason for all this. I just knew that this was part of His specific plan for me. I don't think I could have handled coming home without that blessed confirmation delivered to me by the Spirit. I had pondered my scriptures and various general conference addresses all day long and had decided to read my Patriarchal Blessing right before we had landed. The revelation that came from what I read didn't stop every pain and every fear I was feeling but the comfort most certainly came. God's hand was not stayed. He had been with me all day. Angels surrounded me. I felt it. This was only a small moment in time. I was to triumph over all foes. "To be victorious." I was a daughter of God. My name wasn't <b>and isn't</b> Job. I realized then that the Savior is the ultimate healer. A healer of all things. And I qualified for His help. The Atonement was never so real to me then in that moment. All was well in Zion. My heart had been prepared for this I suddenly discovered. God had strengthened me and would continue to do so.<br />
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"The Lord always suits the relief to the person in need to best strengthen and purify them." -President Henry B. Eyring<br />
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And He had done just that. I got off that plane with renewed hope as I realized that great blessings come from great adversity...despite the cost. I saw my mom's red hair through the window then and without too much detail, we had a tearful reunion of very mixed feelings but the love was so evidently felt in that small airport. I have not felt judged one whit this entire time as I have been home recovering (except by myself).<br />
I ache for missionaries who do feel judged by others, for I have never been so grateful to have such loving parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents,<span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b>my precious ward family</span>, fellow missionaries<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>and dearest of friends. They have called and sent flowers. They have held my hands in theirs and have looked into my eyes and have said, "Don't you let Satan in. Don't you let his lies get inside your head. You are so loved. You've done nothing wrong." Agh! These people are so wonderful here. I feel loved. I don't hate Idaho anymore. Perhaps I never did. This I do know though...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: cyan;">New Mexico</span> still has my <span style="color: red;">heart</span>.</span></b> </div>
It is my greatest desire to return to the work I so dearly love but it's (literally) one step and one day at a time. It really is, all in the Lord's timing. I'm learning to pass every test. I'm learning to keep the faith. I'm learning to rise through every trial.<br />
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Just because I'm home does <span style="font-size: large;">NOT</span> mean I've lost my testimony. In fact, it's been doubly strengthened.<br />
I now am trying to practice what I have been preaching from the pulpit.<br />
I'm now a <b><span style="background-color: white; color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">m</span><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">ember missionary!</span></b> I do what my body will allow me to do of course but I can't tell you what a joy it is to accompany the Hermanas from the Spanish branch here (who I love oh so much) and the Elders occasionally to visit part-member families. I've also had the opportunity to speak at a baptism and to share my testimony with many. I still force my dad to turn the car around so I can give pass-along cards to people on the street. And I find time every morning to do my studies. I feast on the scriptures as often as I can. This is how I acquire my much needed spiritual therapy.<br />
As for the physical therapy...My next appointment is on Friday :)<br />
My body is taking it's sweet time to heal and I have some bad and some good days. I still feel at the depths of despair occasionally but every time I go down, I'm lifted up with a tender mercy to withstand the storm. Whether it's the Hermanas calling to check up on me, a cupcake from my best friend, an old Elder from my mission stopping by to visit, a visit to the temple, a perfect letter, message or thoughtful package sent from a close-friend missionary from my mission, a phone call from President, a proud look shot my way by dad or just a big hug from my mom. God is mindful of His precious children. You are cherished. You are prayed for. How indebted I am to Him! How I cannot wait to return full-time to His service (even if that means serving with my husband someday). And to return to His ever-waiting arms <i>again</i>.<br />
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Been home for a month now.<br />
And how grateful I am for <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/15.17?lang=eng#16">Mosiah 15:17</a>. (Thanks Lincoln Baliff for that one)<br />
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Last month's <b>MLC</b> picture in the snow! It didn't turn out exactly like we all wanted...we were <i>trying</i> to blow clouds of cold air to make an intense picture.. instead we just look like we're all singing haha. <span style="color: #990000;">But...</span><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">MERRY CHRISTMAS!!</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Also, side note...This is my sweet compa<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1em;">ñ</span>era de cuarto from the MTC. Her Christmas Card beats all! <b>Gotta</b> love Hermana Isaak. Oh how I miss this sister missionary! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Emily Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158997880386180869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763161785798994010.post-72516434098521011392013-12-10T22:28:00.001-08:002014-02-08T00:56:58.851-08:00WWSSD?I was emailed this beautiful picture of two of my favorite Sister Missionaries who just happen to be serving <b><u>together</u></b> now... :)<br />
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<br />Emily Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158997880386180869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763161785798994010.post-25680134421783862452013-12-10T11:14:00.001-08:002013-12-10T11:14:57.397-08:002013 Christmas Devotional<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/tKD_vm55520" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"We miss something if we don't see Christmas through a child's eyes" -Rosemary M. Wixom</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04438807447590511815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763161785798994010.post-37653857165060661912013-12-04T11:04:00.001-08:002014-01-21T13:26:17.675-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You can take the girl out of Idaho, but you can't take Idaho out of the girl. Just a little Idaho pride in the great state of New Mexico. I love visiting the family who lives here. Feel like I'm goin home every time we do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sighting #2...these people fly year round :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Everyone around here seems to be in the Christmas Spirit...it's kinda fun. "Rudolph the minivan"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Can I just say how wonderful it is being a missionary?! I am so happy! We started talking with everyone. Absolutely anyone who was outside, getting in their car, waiting for the bus...we didn't let one single person pass us by. That's the secret...talking to the Lord's children. So simple! There is the sweet assurance that the Lord takes care of His missionaries in my heart. Have a fantastic Thanksgiving! ...No worries we have a very nice English family feeding us Thanksgiving dinner this week so we are well looked after.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was in a picture taking mood this week...so get ready! get set!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sister Dennis...mi amiga de la oficina...LOVE this dedicated secretary! Without her...NONE of our baptisms would be official. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> These good Elders are handing over their area to us in good condition...they were great to work with and sad they are leaving our District!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> And then there's...the Zone Leaders...how we shall miss them! It's nice to have great Zone Leaders to work with as Sister Training Leaders. We rely on their help so often. Good times :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Tip for future missionaries...when struggling with ANYTHING: Just make time to make some French Toast.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It cheers you right up! (*add Buttermilk syrup as needed*)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> So we know that Brother Laws is a Dallas Cowboy fan...so, our Christmas present to him.......</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> We were outside as it was snowing right before going home for the night and this PERFECT snowflake fell on Sister Adam's coat...seriously, look at this thing! God is real and He definitely appreciates the beauty of small details.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We were at the airport this morning greeting the new missionaries coming in and Sister Adams and I started a simple conversation with a lady by saying we liked her coat and that it looked so nice and warm. She came over to us later after talking with her and just gave us her coat! Sister Adams had mentioned she needed a new winter coat anyways...oh my goodness. Some people's kids. WE are the ones who should be giving OUR coats to other's. Not the other way around...sweetest lady. Definitely have plenty of Christ-like people walking around us everyday. You just have to go up and talk to them.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This week we taught a really good lesson to a part member family and are working on getting their daughter on a baptismal date. Look at all these hard-working missionaries!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Sister Adams and I with the Laws...wonderful people!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is what kind of a wonderful mother God gave me...I love how she always ends her letters...<b><span style="font-size: large;">JBAM</span></b> <b>(just being a mom)</b>. Her package this week definitely had me giggling. Ah well, this will definitely be put to good use. Thanks Momma! I love you!:') </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04438807447590511815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763161785798994010.post-53628203273146728332013-11-13T12:13:00.000-08:002013-11-13T12:13:00.261-08:00Happyishly Sick<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><Alli here...I was e-mailing Sister Silva yesterday and she mentioned that she's been pretty under the weather this past week...but oddly enough, <i>"happyishly sick"</i>. Made me laugh! Definitely an Emily-coined term! She loves being a missionary...even on a cough syrup diet!></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Guess what? Another MLC come and gone...always learn so much though. And always lots of shoes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Definitely back up north! Daily sightings now*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">PS- side note...I know the Halloween outfits weren't <i>that</i> creative! haha not much a missionary can do :) <b>Sheesh dad!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">By the way...look what I found! It's still around even after all these years. It's actually a dentist office I think haha. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Yummy food every Monday with the Elders at our favorite little Brazilian lady's house. Such a sweetheart and she makes a banquet for a king every time we are there. Some members...good grief...they sacrifice so much for the Lord's servants. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Super funny but as we were driving the other day I did a double take and for a split second I thought this was a temple. We now call this our Rio Rancho Temple</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> So for Halloween we showed up at the Branch's Trunk or Treat to find our Ward Mission Leader looking like this. The very essence of what a WML should be, am I right? Too cool...too cool. ;) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We couldn't do much for Halloween...but we<i> tried</i>. ;) </span></div>
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