February 27, 2011
I've always loved the Book of Mormon, but my appreciation for it has changed since I've been a missionary. Before I left for my mission I loved the Book of Mormon because of the things I learned from it. I loved it because it always held answers when I turned to it. I loved it because it helped me. I never noticed before how much it helps others.
Since being here I've come to recognize how much this book helps other people. We've visited people who look sad, worn out, and tired. People who ask us to stop asking them to read or go to church. People who believe that they don't have time for the church because their life is too busy already. I've seen these people change.
We had two young men who were always too busy, they had a million and one excuses as to why they hadn't read every time we came to see them. I'm not sure what we did to help them to start reading, but something we said or did convinced them to try. I've seen them change. It's a physical change, not just mental or emotional. They have more energy, they look happier, they've explained how they don't feel as tired anymore when they get home from work. Our challenge to them was to read a chapter a day and they are reading it so much faster than that- it's so cool! I love this book.
Till next week (sorry this one is short)
Sunday, February 27, 2011
1st Zone Conference!
February 27, 2011
So- the best part about this week- Zone Conference! It was so much fun. President Pagaduan started by having someone throw a ball up, hit the roof, and then catch it. He asked them how simple that was- to which he responded, "Very." Then he asked him to throw the ball, have it hit the roof, and stop. This was an impossible task, therefore, not so easy. After this example we started "Physics class." The declaration that we were doing physics made me super excited. I'm pretty certain I'm the only one in the room who felt this way. Anyways- President spoke of how laws of nature can not be stopped, changed, altered or anything. He also pointed out that the scriptures tell us that there is a heavenly law. This law declares we receive blessings when we are obedient. This law cannot be changed, altered, or effected. If we are obedient we are blessed. The more obedient we are, the more we are blessed. Isn't that cool!
This past weekend has also been pretty cool- literally. The clouds have rolled in for the weekend and it's been windy and rainy. Is it sad that I was cold enough this morning to take my sweater with me to district meeting :-) I've also come home after working each night to put on my sweatshirt. Many morning have consisted of us debating if we should avoid taking showers so we don't get pneumonia. So- it's not really that cold, but I'm from Vegas, so I have a good excuse- right?
I got to speak in church on Sunday. Our bishop likes to have a missionary speak every 4th Sunday, which is kinda cool, but kinda annoying too. Fortunately, most Filipinos understand English well enough I could justify giving my talk in English. We did have an investigator coming though who I knew didn't speak English very well. I just prayed that she would be able to feel the spirit while I spoke. I tried to keep my sentences and vocab simple and then finished my talk with my testimony in Hiligaynon (I've gotten pretty good at doing that). She came up to us afterwards and told us that I gave a great talk. So did lots of other people. I hope they actually think that and aren't just saying it to be nice- but at least I don't have to talk again for a while- next month is my companion's turn again.
Well- That's life here, it's fun! The Philippines is forever filled with new surprises. I really am so grateful for the chance I have to be here and to learn from these people.
About the picture - That's our zone- all 4 of the sisters live in the same apartment. The sister beside me is Sister Catindig, my companion. I'm wearing a dress she gave me. It's much too big for her, she got it at some place kinda like DI or Goodwill and was planning on using the material to make something for herself but decided to just give it to me instead. It's almost too nice to just wear out for work, so I might be in that dress for every zone meeting picture!
The sister in red is the mission presidents wife. The sister in white is Sister Adams, she's the sister who let me borrow clothes for a week until my luggage was found and in this picture she is actually wearing one of my shirts. The sister in yellow beside her is Sister Declaro, her companion.
Sister Adams and I sang "I Need Thee Every Hour" in Hiligaynon at the Zone Conference. It was really cool!
So- the best part about this week- Zone Conference! It was so much fun. President Pagaduan started by having someone throw a ball up, hit the roof, and then catch it. He asked them how simple that was- to which he responded, "Very." Then he asked him to throw the ball, have it hit the roof, and stop. This was an impossible task, therefore, not so easy. After this example we started "Physics class." The declaration that we were doing physics made me super excited. I'm pretty certain I'm the only one in the room who felt this way. Anyways- President spoke of how laws of nature can not be stopped, changed, altered or anything. He also pointed out that the scriptures tell us that there is a heavenly law. This law declares we receive blessings when we are obedient. This law cannot be changed, altered, or effected. If we are obedient we are blessed. The more obedient we are, the more we are blessed. Isn't that cool!
This past weekend has also been pretty cool- literally. The clouds have rolled in for the weekend and it's been windy and rainy. Is it sad that I was cold enough this morning to take my sweater with me to district meeting :-) I've also come home after working each night to put on my sweatshirt. Many morning have consisted of us debating if we should avoid taking showers so we don't get pneumonia. So- it's not really that cold, but I'm from Vegas, so I have a good excuse- right?
I got to speak in church on Sunday. Our bishop likes to have a missionary speak every 4th Sunday, which is kinda cool, but kinda annoying too. Fortunately, most Filipinos understand English well enough I could justify giving my talk in English. We did have an investigator coming though who I knew didn't speak English very well. I just prayed that she would be able to feel the spirit while I spoke. I tried to keep my sentences and vocab simple and then finished my talk with my testimony in Hiligaynon (I've gotten pretty good at doing that). She came up to us afterwards and told us that I gave a great talk. So did lots of other people. I hope they actually think that and aren't just saying it to be nice- but at least I don't have to talk again for a while- next month is my companion's turn again.
Well- That's life here, it's fun! The Philippines is forever filled with new surprises. I really am so grateful for the chance I have to be here and to learn from these people.
About the picture - That's our zone- all 4 of the sisters live in the same apartment. The sister beside me is Sister Catindig, my companion. I'm wearing a dress she gave me. It's much too big for her, she got it at some place kinda like DI or Goodwill and was planning on using the material to make something for herself but decided to just give it to me instead. It's almost too nice to just wear out for work, so I might be in that dress for every zone meeting picture!
The sister in red is the mission presidents wife. The sister in white is Sister Adams, she's the sister who let me borrow clothes for a week until my luggage was found and in this picture she is actually wearing one of my shirts. The sister in yellow beside her is Sister Declaro, her companion.
Sister Adams and I sang "I Need Thee Every Hour" in Hiligaynon at the Zone Conference. It was really cool!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Oceans
February 20, 2011
This week's scripture reading took me back to Ether (the book in the Book of Mormon that my "pile of rocks" blog was about). I reread through the first few chapters, and continued on to read about the journey of the People of Jared across the ocean.
I've always heard lots about the faith of the Brother of Jared. He had enough faith to take a pile of rocks to the Lord so that they could produce light. But I never really thought about the faith of the people he was with. After these rocks were lit, they were placed in barges that are described as being like two dishes placed on top of each other (I've always imagined them kinda UFO shaped). The people then filled them with all that they had, climbed in, and closed the door. They had been promised that the Lord would provide wind to guide them to the promised land. They left behind everything they knew for the unknown. Not only that- but they had no method of guiding themselves. These vessels weren't boats with sails or oars- they were more like giant seed pods, carried by the currents of the ocean.
The journey took nearly a year. I wonder sometimes how often they opened up the door to let fresh air in and simply stared out at the ocean. The view would have been the exact same for months. But there was no turning back, no alternate route, they just had to trust that the Lord would fulfill his promise. I wonder if any of them ever thought about what would happen to them. If any of them ever doubted. How many of them feared they would die in the ocean, never seeing land again?
On a somewhat related note- as I filled a bucket of water for laundry I had a funny thought. Life is filled with obstacles, which for the moment I'm relating to puddles of water. We are each given a bucket to help us through these puddles. Some are very small- we just have to step over them. Others need to be removed, so we use our bucket to scoop up the water and move it. I've felt blessed my whole life to have a bucket large enough that these obstacles were easy to overcome. I come up to a large puddle and set to work moving it, it's never taken me very long.
Speaking Hiligaynon hasn't followed this pattern. Suddenly, I'm not facing a puddle, but an ocean. My handy bucket appears utterly useless. But I figured I would trust the Lord to help me and do my best. I started to fill my bucket and attempt to move the ocean. I've become discouraged in the past two months at the lack of progress I've been seeing. The water I put behind me just flows back into the ocean. I've become exhausted with the effort and frustrated with the attempt. I kept thinking I just needed to work faster and harder. If I did this- somehow the Lord would help me to overcome what I was having so much trouble with.
The story of the people of Jared has changed my view point. Maybe I was given a large bucket for another reason. It isn't just useful for quickly moving puddles. Just like the vessels the people of Jared climbed into, it isn't a traditional form of transportation. But I think I've finally realized that I'm not meant to move the ocean- but rather to accept it and cross it. I can't see where I'm meant to go or what awaits me on the other side. I see no way of how I will get there, I've not been given a paddle. Yet I will climb into my bucket which is just big enough for me and I will trust the Lord. I can learn much more about the ocean by being in it than by picking it up one bucket at time.
So here goes nothing. My journey starts today. In regards to how my new perspective on the problem is going to change my approach- I'm not sure. Having a fresh perspective, however, makes it look different. I can't stand on the side, picking at it, for no matter how fast I work it's not fast enough. I have to jump in to the middle with everything I have, and know that the Lord will make sure I make it to the other side. He has not called me to the field to abandon me in a foreign country. He has called me to his work and he is with me every step of the way. I just need to walk along with him- even if I have to walk across water to do it.
This week's scripture reading took me back to Ether (the book in the Book of Mormon that my "pile of rocks" blog was about). I reread through the first few chapters, and continued on to read about the journey of the People of Jared across the ocean.
I've always heard lots about the faith of the Brother of Jared. He had enough faith to take a pile of rocks to the Lord so that they could produce light. But I never really thought about the faith of the people he was with. After these rocks were lit, they were placed in barges that are described as being like two dishes placed on top of each other (I've always imagined them kinda UFO shaped). The people then filled them with all that they had, climbed in, and closed the door. They had been promised that the Lord would provide wind to guide them to the promised land. They left behind everything they knew for the unknown. Not only that- but they had no method of guiding themselves. These vessels weren't boats with sails or oars- they were more like giant seed pods, carried by the currents of the ocean.
The journey took nearly a year. I wonder sometimes how often they opened up the door to let fresh air in and simply stared out at the ocean. The view would have been the exact same for months. But there was no turning back, no alternate route, they just had to trust that the Lord would fulfill his promise. I wonder if any of them ever thought about what would happen to them. If any of them ever doubted. How many of them feared they would die in the ocean, never seeing land again?
On a somewhat related note- as I filled a bucket of water for laundry I had a funny thought. Life is filled with obstacles, which for the moment I'm relating to puddles of water. We are each given a bucket to help us through these puddles. Some are very small- we just have to step over them. Others need to be removed, so we use our bucket to scoop up the water and move it. I've felt blessed my whole life to have a bucket large enough that these obstacles were easy to overcome. I come up to a large puddle and set to work moving it, it's never taken me very long.
Speaking Hiligaynon hasn't followed this pattern. Suddenly, I'm not facing a puddle, but an ocean. My handy bucket appears utterly useless. But I figured I would trust the Lord to help me and do my best. I started to fill my bucket and attempt to move the ocean. I've become discouraged in the past two months at the lack of progress I've been seeing. The water I put behind me just flows back into the ocean. I've become exhausted with the effort and frustrated with the attempt. I kept thinking I just needed to work faster and harder. If I did this- somehow the Lord would help me to overcome what I was having so much trouble with.
The story of the people of Jared has changed my view point. Maybe I was given a large bucket for another reason. It isn't just useful for quickly moving puddles. Just like the vessels the people of Jared climbed into, it isn't a traditional form of transportation. But I think I've finally realized that I'm not meant to move the ocean- but rather to accept it and cross it. I can't see where I'm meant to go or what awaits me on the other side. I see no way of how I will get there, I've not been given a paddle. Yet I will climb into my bucket which is just big enough for me and I will trust the Lord. I can learn much more about the ocean by being in it than by picking it up one bucket at time.
So here goes nothing. My journey starts today. In regards to how my new perspective on the problem is going to change my approach- I'm not sure. Having a fresh perspective, however, makes it look different. I can't stand on the side, picking at it, for no matter how fast I work it's not fast enough. I have to jump in to the middle with everything I have, and know that the Lord will make sure I make it to the other side. He has not called me to the field to abandon me in a foreign country. He has called me to his work and he is with me every step of the way. I just need to walk along with him- even if I have to walk across water to do it.
This Week!
February 20, 2011
This week was pretty exciting. To start with Monday. The four sisters in my district "went out for valentines" at a restaurant called the Green Mango, then we went to the plaza near our house and took pictures with the dinosaur statues there. I more of wanted pictures with the sisters and my companion, but having the dinos there was fun.
Tuesday was both good and bad. We did an unexpected exchange. Sister Adams and I, as the two Americans in the apartment, were asked to go fill out stuff for visas, or something like that. Anyways- we unexpectedly decided to maintain the exchange throughout the rest of the day. I had a ton of fun in the other area and seeing how someone else teaches and handles situations. Sister Adams happens to be on her last transfer- so I really just tried to learn as much from her as possible. That night I got home to find my companion very upset because she felt that I only wanted the exchange so I could spend time with the other sister and that I didn't like her. We had a very long conversation which resulted in me making the new goal of learning how to better show people that I love them so she never feels this way again.
Wednesday was a great day, so was Thursday and Friday. My companion and I were talking more, laughing more, just having a better time. I felt like I was working together with her, instead of just being with her.
The weekend took a downward turn, but that's because suddenly our investigators were all not home, and those who were weren't keeping commitments. It's kinda funny how fast things can flip around based on what the investigators are doing. At the same time though, there was a stronger since of unity between us, which I definitely think helped keep our spirits up through the difficult week.
This week was pretty exciting. To start with Monday. The four sisters in my district "went out for valentines" at a restaurant called the Green Mango, then we went to the plaza near our house and took pictures with the dinosaur statues there. I more of wanted pictures with the sisters and my companion, but having the dinos there was fun.
Tuesday was both good and bad. We did an unexpected exchange. Sister Adams and I, as the two Americans in the apartment, were asked to go fill out stuff for visas, or something like that. Anyways- we unexpectedly decided to maintain the exchange throughout the rest of the day. I had a ton of fun in the other area and seeing how someone else teaches and handles situations. Sister Adams happens to be on her last transfer- so I really just tried to learn as much from her as possible. That night I got home to find my companion very upset because she felt that I only wanted the exchange so I could spend time with the other sister and that I didn't like her. We had a very long conversation which resulted in me making the new goal of learning how to better show people that I love them so she never feels this way again.
Wednesday was a great day, so was Thursday and Friday. My companion and I were talking more, laughing more, just having a better time. I felt like I was working together with her, instead of just being with her.
The weekend took a downward turn, but that's because suddenly our investigators were all not home, and those who were weren't keeping commitments. It's kinda funny how fast things can flip around based on what the investigators are doing. At the same time though, there was a stronger since of unity between us, which I definitely think helped keep our spirits up through the difficult week.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentines!
February 14, 2011
Isn't this fun! I get to celebrate Valentines by emailing all the people I love so much.
This week was another amazing week. All weeks are amazing, that's one of the blessings of being a missionary. Really- I'm in the Philippines and I'm doing the Lord's work, what could be more amazing than that.
So- the week started off with Pancit Bihon for dinner on Monday. This is officially my new favorite thing to eat. It's some awesome type of noodles with chicken and fish and carrots and some awesome sort of sauce. It's amazing. Remind me when I get home to try and find some way to make it for all of you so that you can partake of this amazingness. I've definitely been blessed with a wonderful companion who is an equally wonderful cook. She's teaching me how to make lots of fun Philippine dishes. I'm actually making a recipe book so that I can continue to eat good food when I am no longer with her.
After this we had a rather full week of teaching the gospel. We have 3 new investigators who are all very eager to learn. We've also returned to a few previous investigators to find them very open and interested in beginning the lessons again. We have felt so blessed this week. The most exciting thing is that we have found 3 of our investigators who had gone missing. For all of January they were valiant church attenders and amazing investigators, then they just disappeared. We visited and visited but no one was ever home. We discovered they were visiting family because an uncle had passed away. This resulted in mixed feelings- we were happy to learn they weren't just avoiding us, but very worried about the father. Philippine funerals tend to involve lots of drinking and this brother was working to overcome a drinking problem. But the good news of this week is that he was home getting more clothing for he and his sons when we stopped by. He apologized for being gone and asked if he was still allowed to get baptized even though he missed church. He also let us know that he hadn't been drinking at all for the whole two weeks we hadn't seen him. We get to return this week to teach them again and are very eager to hear about how they've been.
Life is wonderful. I love you all and hope life is just as wonderful there!
Isn't this fun! I get to celebrate Valentines by emailing all the people I love so much.
This week was another amazing week. All weeks are amazing, that's one of the blessings of being a missionary. Really- I'm in the Philippines and I'm doing the Lord's work, what could be more amazing than that.
So- the week started off with Pancit Bihon for dinner on Monday. This is officially my new favorite thing to eat. It's some awesome type of noodles with chicken and fish and carrots and some awesome sort of sauce. It's amazing. Remind me when I get home to try and find some way to make it for all of you so that you can partake of this amazingness. I've definitely been blessed with a wonderful companion who is an equally wonderful cook. She's teaching me how to make lots of fun Philippine dishes. I'm actually making a recipe book so that I can continue to eat good food when I am no longer with her.
After this we had a rather full week of teaching the gospel. We have 3 new investigators who are all very eager to learn. We've also returned to a few previous investigators to find them very open and interested in beginning the lessons again. We have felt so blessed this week. The most exciting thing is that we have found 3 of our investigators who had gone missing. For all of January they were valiant church attenders and amazing investigators, then they just disappeared. We visited and visited but no one was ever home. We discovered they were visiting family because an uncle had passed away. This resulted in mixed feelings- we were happy to learn they weren't just avoiding us, but very worried about the father. Philippine funerals tend to involve lots of drinking and this brother was working to overcome a drinking problem. But the good news of this week is that he was home getting more clothing for he and his sons when we stopped by. He apologized for being gone and asked if he was still allowed to get baptized even though he missed church. He also let us know that he hadn't been drinking at all for the whole two weeks we hadn't seen him. We get to return this week to teach them again and are very eager to hear about how they've been.
Life is wonderful. I love you all and hope life is just as wonderful there!
Snacks!
February 13, 2011
Investigators love giving us snacks. I think it's just part of the culture here to feed people who come to the house. These snacks often consist of soda and saltine-like-crackers. Some investigators give us a good bit more though. This week was particularly exciting in the snacks we received.
To start with Brother P. He's a long time investigator who actually was out of town for the last two months. This week was the first time I had the opportunity to meet Brother P. He was really fun to talk to, especially because he is one of those Filipinos who insists on trying to speak as much English as he can. He's actually not too bad, but it's pretty obvious that he understand Hiligaynon a lot better. After the lesson he told us not to leave because he wanted to give us snacks. He ran inside and brought out Toblerones! Can you believe it- real chocolate. It was cool.
Then, just yesterday, we met Brother K. We received a referral from some other country where this brother's mother is working. She met the missionaries and was recently baptized and wanted her son to be taught also. He's living with his grandparents and attending school. The best part is that they really are all fluent in English. The grandparents actually lived and worked in America for 10 years. After teaching Brother K, the grandmother insisted on giving us food. We walked over to the table where a buffet of snacks awaited us. As we ate she continued to bring out more food. When we said we needed to leave she insisted that we take anything left on the table that was packaged. We stuck it all in our bags and then spent the afternoon finding little kids to give it too. The very last thing was actually given to the jeepnee driver who took us home. He was so surprised when we handed him a treat as we hopped of the jeepnee. It was a lot of fun.
Investigators love giving us snacks. I think it's just part of the culture here to feed people who come to the house. These snacks often consist of soda and saltine-like-crackers. Some investigators give us a good bit more though. This week was particularly exciting in the snacks we received.
To start with Brother P. He's a long time investigator who actually was out of town for the last two months. This week was the first time I had the opportunity to meet Brother P. He was really fun to talk to, especially because he is one of those Filipinos who insists on trying to speak as much English as he can. He's actually not too bad, but it's pretty obvious that he understand Hiligaynon a lot better. After the lesson he told us not to leave because he wanted to give us snacks. He ran inside and brought out Toblerones! Can you believe it- real chocolate. It was cool.
Then, just yesterday, we met Brother K. We received a referral from some other country where this brother's mother is working. She met the missionaries and was recently baptized and wanted her son to be taught also. He's living with his grandparents and attending school. The best part is that they really are all fluent in English. The grandparents actually lived and worked in America for 10 years. After teaching Brother K, the grandmother insisted on giving us food. We walked over to the table where a buffet of snacks awaited us. As we ate she continued to bring out more food. When we said we needed to leave she insisted that we take anything left on the table that was packaged. We stuck it all in our bags and then spent the afternoon finding little kids to give it too. The very last thing was actually given to the jeepnee driver who took us home. He was so surprised when we handed him a treat as we hopped of the jeepnee. It was a lot of fun.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
An Interesting Week
February 6,2011
This week has been really hard. Though I suppose I shouldn't really complain. Having difficult weeks is a fact of missionary work. The most difficult thing is that the 7 investigators we had with baptismal dates no longer have baptismal dates.
Having weeks like this really wears you down. It's interesting how you can be physically, mentally, and emotionally worn out all at the same time. Especially since all you are really doing is walking from empty house to empty house.
The week was not without it's highlights though. We visited some previous investigators who were more than eager to listen to us again. The wife even told us she had been praying we would come back. We also got permission to go to this super huge mall in the neighboring zone to buy some supplies for our new house. We still are living out of suitcases, but it's starting to look more like a functioning household.
Life is difficult- but we can look for all the simple little miracles that fill each day. They are harder to find on some days, but they are always there.
ANOTHER THOUGHT
This week's reading took me through 3rd Nephi, one of my favorite books in the Book of Mormon. The thing that stuck out to me most was chapters 8-10. These are the chapters just prior to Christ's Coming. The world is filled with storms and earthquakes as a sign of Christ's death. After the storms, the people experience 3 days of darkness. The scriptures describe it as a veil of darkness that pressed upon them. The people could literally feel the weight of it. I tried to imagine what it might have been like for the world to feel so dark and hopeless. I think many of them probably wondered if the light would ever come back, or if they were just doomed to a world of darkness forever.
But Christ came, he spoke to them with words of peace and comfort. Through his power, the darkness dispersed and the weight went away. He came to them and healed them and comforted them after they experienced so much.
Sometimes in life, we go through really tough trials. Sometimes we feel the weight of it is too much. Often, I've felt like the things I'm going through have lasted so long and that they will never end. I wonder if I'll have to live the rest of my life with the pressure of that problem on my shoulders. But that's not true. Christ came to earth, he died for us, and he lives so that we might live. Through him every burden can be eased, every illness taken away, and even the darkest nights will end with a glorious sunrise.
Lotsa love and hope everyone there is well.
ps- I'd really appreciate it if you could include a date when you send me a dear elder, otherwise I have no way of knowing when it was sent to me. Love ya!
This week has been really hard. Though I suppose I shouldn't really complain. Having difficult weeks is a fact of missionary work. The most difficult thing is that the 7 investigators we had with baptismal dates no longer have baptismal dates.
Having weeks like this really wears you down. It's interesting how you can be physically, mentally, and emotionally worn out all at the same time. Especially since all you are really doing is walking from empty house to empty house.
The week was not without it's highlights though. We visited some previous investigators who were more than eager to listen to us again. The wife even told us she had been praying we would come back. We also got permission to go to this super huge mall in the neighboring zone to buy some supplies for our new house. We still are living out of suitcases, but it's starting to look more like a functioning household.
Life is difficult- but we can look for all the simple little miracles that fill each day. They are harder to find on some days, but they are always there.
ANOTHER THOUGHT
This week's reading took me through 3rd Nephi, one of my favorite books in the Book of Mormon. The thing that stuck out to me most was chapters 8-10. These are the chapters just prior to Christ's Coming. The world is filled with storms and earthquakes as a sign of Christ's death. After the storms, the people experience 3 days of darkness. The scriptures describe it as a veil of darkness that pressed upon them. The people could literally feel the weight of it. I tried to imagine what it might have been like for the world to feel so dark and hopeless. I think many of them probably wondered if the light would ever come back, or if they were just doomed to a world of darkness forever.
But Christ came, he spoke to them with words of peace and comfort. Through his power, the darkness dispersed and the weight went away. He came to them and healed them and comforted them after they experienced so much.
Sometimes in life, we go through really tough trials. Sometimes we feel the weight of it is too much. Often, I've felt like the things I'm going through have lasted so long and that they will never end. I wonder if I'll have to live the rest of my life with the pressure of that problem on my shoulders. But that's not true. Christ came to earth, he died for us, and he lives so that we might live. Through him every burden can be eased, every illness taken away, and even the darkest nights will end with a glorious sunrise.
Lotsa love and hope everyone there is well.
ps- I'd really appreciate it if you could include a date when you send me a dear elder, otherwise I have no way of knowing when it was sent to me. Love ya!
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