Last full week of the transfer. I'm so grateful for everything I've learned, but it's hard to leave. Elder Christensen and I are able to teach and testify rather effortlessly, which unfortunately makes the quality of our companionship study deteriorate. There's not a lot to talk about-- we're pretty in sync. It's been hard for me to deal with people who are so guarded. We talk to so many people, but nobody wants to share their religious beliefs. Lots of apathy and nihilism. If anyone has tips let me know. I've been trying to shift my focus this week, to just leaning into being more accountable to myself and measuring my progress. It's hard being imperfect. I feel like a good missionary, but I want to be a great one. I want people to want to talk to me. I want all of Minnesota to feel the Savior's love through me. As a man thinketh, so is he. I don't think about missionary work enough. It's hard to only worry about this and put everything else on the shelf. I hit one year this week. It's crazy to see how far I have come and how far I have to go.
34 Behold, there are many called, but few are chosen. And why are they not chosen?35 Because their hearts are set so much upon the things of this world, and aspire to the honors of men, that they do not learn this one lesson—36 That the rights of the priesthood are inseparably connected with the powers of heaven, and that the powers of heaven cannot be controlled nor handled only upon the principles of righteousness.

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