Learn, Live, Shine--The Adventures of a Crazy Sister Missionary!

The Addresses:


Sister Cassidy Cheyenne Steele
Louisiana Baton Rouge Mission
12025 Justice Ave
Baton Rouge, LA 80816

My email is cassidy.steele@myldsmail.net

Friday, December 27, 2013

A "White" Christmas


Actually, I keep forgetting about Christmas. I did it with thanksgiving, too. But really, my whole world has been so focused on the 21st of December that it feels like my Christmas has already come and gone, because the biggest miracle of my entire mission was Saturday and Sunday. Taking from my letter to president:
"A month ago, we had met our investigator K. We committed her to baptism on the 21st of December. Two days ago, she and her two sons were baptized, as well as the Elders' investigator B. We had fasted and prayed for a white Christmas, and here we are, on December 21st, with an amazing array of white. It was a really sweet and special experience for me. I think it was made even better because the baptismal service was a joint effort; it wasn't just one companionship's investigators, it was both of us."
I had been really frazzled this week--we had been doing service and I was focused on Saturday and our bishop's wife was supposed to have her baby on Friday (which she did and we saw her and it was super hard not to hold that adorable newborn. The one time I was not fond of mission rules.) So we were running from place to place trying to be everywhere everyone needed us at once. I was pretending to be calm but the only one I seemed to be fooling was myself :) But on Wednesday I got a really sweet blessing from our district leader, and it really calmed me down. Then Saturday came around and I was stressed up until the point of the actual ordinances, and then the Spirit was so strong I almost started crying. It was super powerful.
Oh yeah! Another reason I was frazzled was because the Christmas program was yesterday and I was pretty much in charge of it with one of the members. Really, it was "The Missionaries and the second counselor of the stake presidency put on Christmas!" But it turned out pretty well.
Other than that, we worked, cleaned, painted, cleaned, cleaned, cleaned....but we got our bishop's house done and they are moved in. Finally. Sheesh, that house has been going for about 2 years, and when we got there they didn't have any walls. It is a 19 room house, and I helped paint 9 rooms and singlehandedly painted 4.
This is going to be a pretty short letter, because I'm seeing y'all on Wednesday at 11:30. But if the Elders get back in time, I will upload pictures from the baptism and send them out. 
Sister Steele Out!
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Monday, December 2, 2013

Holy Cow! It's December!


Holy cow, it's December! That's hard to believe. Sorry this will be a shorter letter, I only have about 10 minutes to write it.

Thanksgiving was good this week; we went to a member's sister's house and ate. It was weird not being home for thanksgiving but then we left and went to work on our bishop's house for the rest of the day and the whole day after that, so I was a bit too tired to think about it after that. We're helping paint and clean throughout this week, so they can be in by Saturday, so that they can be in when their fifth child is born the week after! They're a crazy fun loving family who I love dearly. 
I don't know if I told you last week, but we found an amazing new investigator, K. She was seriously an answer to prayers and continues to be so. I'm going to put some of my letter to President in from this week and last--as of right now it looks like we're going to have a white christmas! (Not snow...:) )
"There were so many little miracles this week, along with the big miracle of our newest investigator, K. She was a media referral and while not counting my chickens before they hatch, she is seriously golden. We've seen her 3 times this week and she's been reading and she came to church with her sons, who are also interested in the church. We have never seen someone so solid so quickly. It's cool, though because that morning we had been discussing discouragement and talking about each of our investigators, when I sort of exasperatedly asked if we could just find one person who was honestly seeking the truth and willing to act on it. And what happens that day? K clicks on a link on mormon.org and asks for a missionary visit. We meet her. We commit her to baptism. And all she wants is God's true church. So I think Heavenly Father just got sick of me complaining and was like "Here! Now be grateful, it's almost thanksgiving!" I really need to work on not complaining."
"The investigator I told you about last week just gets better and better--all of her children want to be baptized as well. A conversation we had on Saturday really showed me how the Lord prepares people to recieve the gospel. K said that she had seen or at least contacted the sisters in Nachitoches (I have no idea if that's spelled right) a while back, and they had piqued her interest, but lost contact until she foundmormon.org 2 weeks ago. She realized, during the lesson, that the Lord knew her and her needs, and that this really was the right thing for her to be doing. She seriously is an answer to our prayers in every possible way. She's a beacon of hope when all of our other investigators seem to be faltering. Her little family is my reason for joy this Christmas season. And I think I understand a little more the verses in D&C 18--"And if it so be that you should labor all your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, save it be one soul unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my Father!" That joy is more than happiness. It's a light that fills your whole soul and makes you want to work a lot harder to find that joy again. I am so grateful to the Lord for giving us that miracle. Every time we teach them, I know a little better how much Heavenly Father loves His children."
This work is true. It's amazing. And I have seen the truth of it touch others lives. I really do feel JOY at this time of the year--moreso since I've been out on my mission. I would like to challenge all of you to find out what joy really means. go to the scriptures. It's in there. Joy is so much more than happiness. It's enduring.

Finally, one little thought:
It's Christmastime, one of the best times of year to give and receive hope. When the nights outside get longer, darker , and colder, people turn inside to find the Light of Christ--the light that shortens any night, casts out any darkness and warms any soul. For He is the light we find when we look within. By bringing that light out, through smiling, through singing, and through serving, it brings a little more hope and a little more happiness to a world that is so very dark. It's all the little things that bring hope, both to others and myself.
Love you!!!
Sister Steele
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

It. Is. Cold.

Okay, it's not terrible, but it's a lot colder than I expected it to be in Louisiana (even though I'm writing from Mississippi)! It's currently 36 at 11:49 AM and it's pouring rain. I'm currently wearing my favorite pair of mittens (which everyone is super jealous of) and typing on the library computer. I'm keeping pretty warm most of the time--the blanket came and it's super soft and warm so I'm grateful for that.

On a side note, the ward mission leader's family looked up my blog last night when we were at dinner...and you haven't updated it since September! :P Sheesh, doesn't your life revolve around me?

But it's been a crazy week here in Vidalia. We had exchanges on Tuesday, which means that Sister Jones went down to Pineville with the senior sister training leader (sort of like a zone leader for sisters) and I stayed in Vidalia with...sister Lindstrom! It was interesting to work with her again, and hard to believe the MTC was only 4 months ago. So much has changed since then, and it's a lot more than memorizing scriptures and attempting to teach. It's been cool to see how both of us have changed in the last little bit. Exchanges are only 24 hours, so I got sister Jones back and we rushed off to see a new investigator who lives on the very edge of our area. Like, the left side of the road is ours and the right side of the road is the Alec elders, and he just happened to be on the left. How we're going to get back out there...good question. It's 45 minutes away. But it was a good lesson and he invited us to come back. 

Thursday was awesome! We had an appointment in Ferriday, which is about 12 miles from our house (and we don't have enough miles on our truck to use it right now--we get an allotment of miles each month and we're almost out because we had to go to Baton Rouge and Alexandria this month), so we set out biking out there. We got out and our appointment fell through, so we biked a little further and saw one of our members we never get to see because she is really, really busy. When we were getting ready to get biking back, we got a text from Headquarters in Salt Lake--someone had been on mormon.org and requested a missionary visit (this is known as a media referral in case I mention it again), So we biked back 8 miles to her house, had an AMAZING lesson and committed her to baptism on the 21 of next month! She seriously is an answer to so many prayers. We've had three lessons with her in 4 days, she came to church and is reading from the Book of Mormon! Really truly, she is a miracle. We have never had an investigator this solid before. But, we were leaving her house, and the investigator whose lesson fell through texted us and asked if we could see her in an hour, and we prayed and felt like we should, so we biked back the 6 miles to her house and she bailed again. But it was okay because we got to talk to some people we wouldn't have otherwise. Then we biked the 10 miles to our house and ended up totalling about 35 miles in one day. It was a party. 

That night we had fried catfish at a member's home. It was surprisingly good.
Friday we biked over the bridge in the pouring rain and worked at our bishop's house for 4 and a half hours, then biked over to interviews with President Wall, which are always good. He didn't give me a clear answer on if I am training or not, though, so I won't know for a few more weeks ;). We had the ward thanksgiving dinner on Fridayand Elder R confiscated the front wheel of Sis Jones' bike so we wouldn't bike the bridge at night.
Saturday was relatively uneventful...we had another lesson with K, our new investigator, which was awesome because our recent convert B came with us. It was really good because we went over Law of Chastity stuff...which is a little easier if we're not the ones explaining it. 

But Sunday we went to church and K and her two sons were there, and the elders' investigator R was there too! And having 2 investigators at sacrament (we had one come late, but she missed sacrament) was amazing! far better than we're used to. Both of them are committed to the 21st. We had dinner at the E family's and K came too, and it was just a big party with a lovely spiritual center.

As for this week...I feel bad to say that I've been way too busy to miss anyone too much. But I'm sure I'll be thinking of you on Thursday. We're going with a member to her sister's (who's not a member) for thanksgiving (the same member fed us the catfish this week). Then it's Christmastime, which will probably be a little harder. But things are just almost too crazy to be homesick right now. And I don't even want to think about Christmas! The 21st will be my Christmas, hopefully.

So...as for how much we're biking, it depends on the week. Not as much as the Elders, but we're doing maybe (normally) 30 a week? usually a little less. But the next little bit will be more, because next month we've got Zone training in Alexandria, transfers in Baton Rouge and the mission's Christmas devotional in Lafeyette. So that number will jump next month!

Aside from that, I can't think of anything to email the family about! Love you all. Happy Thanksgiving and know I am grateful for each of you!!  I'm sad I'm missing the holidays with y'all, but know I'm taken care of. I know what I'm doing is where God wants me right now, and I'd  rather be here than anywhere else! I have seen the Book of Mormon and the confirming power of the Holy Ghost change lives, bring hope, and strengthen peoples resolve to do what's right. Most of all, I've seen it in myself. But this is God's work and I am honored that He would call me to labor in a little corner of His vineyard. So even though it'll be a change, know I'm doing well :)

Love you much!
Sister Steele
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Monday, September 30, 2013

Stream of Consciousness Email

Sept 29, 2013

I really am sorry about the quality of my emails for the past little
bit--it's really crazy at computer time and most of the time I have to
spend sending a letter to President Wall. I'm not meaning to neglect
y'all, but between reading all the emails, writing to President,
writing to our stake president as he's requested us to, and writing to
you, I don't ever have much time to really think of details to put in.
I feel bad for being upset with my missionary friends for not writing
me back, because preperation day is just as busy as every other day,
and it's the only day we can write emails or letters. (if I didn't
have a lawn to mow, I would be fine!)
I hope the pictures came in useful--it's the only way I could think of
sending them with captions. Life of a missionary is crazy and I really
do wish I had more time.
Poor Teddy boy :( I miss our puppies and the kitties too. Last night
we were at a less-active member's home and they have TONS of animals.
I was petting one of the kittens hanging out by the house and she
stretched and was holding on to my skirt as I petted her, but then she
lost her balance and was holding on ONLY by my skirt. At least you
guys know I'm a sucker for animals.
Also funny--lizard roundup has begun again for the first time in a few
years. I rescued a tiny one from the shower, and we constantly have to
keep them and the toads out of our house. My companion thought I had
actually gone insane when she heard me talking in the shower. It was
after a really long day, so it was understandable.
This week was not quite what we had been expecting: we had received
promptings that we needed to go tracting (going door to door asking if
people want to hear the gospel--sort of what you think of when you
think of missionaries), but that's not the most effective way of
working. But on our side of the river, there are only three members
and two less-active members within a 5 or 6 mile radius. So we thought
we were going to have a lot of investigator lessons this week.
Instead, we ended up somehow only teaching three, but we taught 12
less-active members this week, which never happens. Our goal, which in
our entire time together and in Sister Jones' entire mission, is to
teach 20 lessons per week...this week, unbelievably, we taught 21. I
have no idea how we did it.
So, to respond to your emails, Dad's questions first:
A transfer is a six-week period of time where we are in one spot, or
area. Every six weeks, any of us could potentially be moved somewhere
else, though usually we stay for more than a transfer. Every six weeks
new missionaries come into the mission, and old missionaries leave. So
my email headings are T2 W2, meaning transfer 2, week 2. sisters have
12 transfers in a mission. Last transfer meeting (on the Wednesday of
Week 1) Elder Adkins got transferred and we got Elder Virgin as
district leader, or the guy who's sort of in charge of the
missionaries in our area. Sister Jones and I are hoping we get to stay
together through next transfer (T3) because she goes home at the end
of it and that means I get to stay in Vidalia for at least another 6
weeks after that. I don't know if I've grown taller in the heat :) but
I know my hair has grown about an inch and a half since July. The
closest temple is the Louisiana Baton Rouge temple, and we're about 2
hours away. We got to go last week, and it was much needed. I sent
some pictures of the district home in the box. I think the closest
temple aside from that is...Jackson? Not sure. I just know our temple
here is the LA-BAT. There definitely aren't any in the neighborhood,
no :) And as for the football scores, I don't know but I sure hope so!
I only know when LSU is playing and caught a glimpse of the LSU-Kent
State game. Mark sends me the USU scores though every week (and last
week he sent me the Utah Gymnastics Schedule.)
As for fire ants....I apparently taste really good to all kinds of
bugs because I get bitten like no other, Just on my legs, though. I
don't normally have issues with my arms. And I haven't gotten chiggers
or red bugs yet though, which is a blessing.

I'm trying to include details! I really am! The mission website isn't
loading so I can't email president right now, which is why you're so
lucky :).

Katie, I'm sorry about New Zealand :( But I hope you get to go to
Poland! That would be awesome. did I tell you I saw Emily King from
Alta in the MTC? If not, she says hello. She's going to Poland (well
she's already there.)
It's been rainy here, but no snow thank goodness. I had enough snow
last year to last me for this winter.
I don't know where this email is going...it's sort of stream of
consciousness, but you should expect that of me. The bishop here is
moving into a really cool antebellum home in downtown Natchez, so
we've been helping them clean it and paint. The missionaries have been
helping for the past year or so, because it was seriously
terrifying--they bought it for $50,000 and sold the stuff that the
people left in it (they were hoarders) for $40,000. But we've been
helping with drywall and painting and insulation and so on and so
forth. So finish the remodeling at home before I get back, so I don't
have to help :)
Louisiana is very flat. Mississippi is very not. But I have now biked
accross the Mississippi river and across a state line! I thought I
was going to die, yet here I am.
Carrie, Kalo looks good in his pictures, and you definitely look good
on him. Glad my nephew pony is doing better :) So does Kalo just sort
of hang out with the old farts and Ellie now? I feel like he would get
bored. But I hope eventually when I'm not allergic to most things
anymore I will get to come with you and go trail riding or something.

As for the work, especially with investigators...well, it's been a
challenge this week. We have one investigator who for some reason just
lit on fire this week, reading and praying and generally being
awesome, but other than that...we don't really have much progress. The
people are great, but one of our two solid investigators we gave to
the elders and the other no longer wants to speak with us. We don't
know what happened. But this week will be full of finding.
Well...I don't know really what else to say. Pray, read the scriptures
(I just got to Alma 11 this morning. If you need a good chapter to
read, go read either Alma 5 (page 217), Alma 32 (page 288) or Ether 12
(page 508)). 


Work hard, play hard and I love y'all so much!!
Sister Steele :)
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Pictures from the Mission Field of Louisiana (finally!) and letter of Sept 17th

This is Sister Jones (from Homer, Alaska) and Sister Steele at the end of a service project helping a ward member paint her shop.

 Sister Jones on the banks of the mighty Mississippi River.  They cross this river once or twice a day.  They have even biked across the bridge over this river!

The cemetery and the missionaries.  Apparently the missionary zombie appocalypse!  This is where the missionaries learned to use a machete.

 Ask the missionaries- they know the answer to this one!
Apparently vine swinging is part of what the elders will do to find investigators!

A beautiful Vidalia, Louisiana sunset

Sister Jones and Sister Steele

The bridge over the Mississippi River crossing from Vidalia, Louisiana to Natchez, Mississippi

The Natchez district missionaries at the Baton Rouge Louisiana Temple.

September 17, 2013
I made it through my first transfer! It's kind of strange to think I've been out for 6 weeks, and yet it's strange to think it's only been six weeks. I'm probably just going to copy and paste my letter to president, so I'll get your questions answered first.
1. Can you send the photo of us at Newport, the second most recent family photo? And just family pictures, printed because I can't print at the library. That's all I really desire.
2. The photos are getting shipped today, they should be there this week. They're labeled and everything, and there's a digital copy of the T1 photos. Sorry it took so long, last Monday was crazy.
3. The rolls were very much appreciated. They're delicious and taste like home, and no ants got in.
4. Sorry LSU beat Kent State, Dad.
5. Strange things you learn in the Louisiana Baton Rouge Mission:
How to find moths in food (not our food)
Did you know you can sew an arm back on if it's been cut off, and still have movement in your fingers? (Not my arm, nor anyone else in the mission. Just one of our contacts)
Also, we can't really proselyte on Saturday evenings because the football game is on. Especially when it's LSU.
I don't even really remember this week. It was a huge blur. I know we somehow taught a lot of people and no one came to sacrament meeting, but other than that...I don't know what happened.
We were watching the "Daily Bread" Mormon messages [Go watch it!!] that just came out, and it really impressed me with both that one and "Patterns of Light" how much conversion and testimony are gradual things. Sure, you gain a witness of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, but that testimony comes gradually, bit by bit like a sunrise, until you reach the end and the Lord confirms that yes, what you are reading is true. I don't have any profound thoughts or anything like that, no giant witnesses of this church. But I do know that every time I read the scriptures and strive to be obedient to them, every time I try and listen to the Spirit and discern the needs of others, my love of the Lord increases and my desire to follow Him and share His gospel grows. I guess that's what it means to be converted--with a plant, carbon dioxide isn't converted into energy immediately, or all at once. It's a process of a little bit of a time.
When Sister Jones instructed in district meeting this week, she challenged each of us to find a commandment we weren't living as strictly as we could, and try to live it more fully. That's one of the ways we have been trying to turn up the volume. A lot of the things we do aren't necessarily "commandments" so to speak, but are things we could live a little better, such as being patient. I guess the Christlike attributes. No, I'm not perfect in the commandments yet either, and we are trying to be more punctual in our appointments, but by looking at the underlying attribute in the law or commandment and trying to develop that, it works to help me keep those commandments more fully, and keeping those commandments more fully helps me develop those attributes. So that's I guess an around the bush way of saying yes, I am trying to be obedient.
I am grateful for the opportunity I had to serve in this little district. We're sad to see Elder Adkins go, but it's the Lord's will. I'm grateful I get to spend another amazing transfer with Sister Jones and Elder Ryan, and whoever Elder Ryan's new companion is. It's hard in such a small district not to be unified.
This last week, we started teaching two people who are, in my eyes, prepared by the Lord to hear His message. One of them, M, was sitting outside when we were trying to find a less-active member, and told us that they didn't live there any more. Sister E went over and started talking to her, and we sang I am a Child of God for her. We started teaching her last week, and she's totally open and understanding of what we say! We invited her to be baptized yesterday, and she said yes, though we didn't pick a date yet because she needs to gain a confirmation still. The second woman, T, we are actually giving to the Elders because she's in Natchez, but we were looking for another investigator who no longer seems to want to see us, and she was helping us try and find her. But we taught the restoration and the word of wisdom to her, she said she needed to stop drinking/smoking, and when we came back for the return appointment she wasn't smoking or drinking, even if it was just for that point it was progress. But we were going to recap the restoration when she started asking questions about the plan of salvation, which she didn't even know about yet. But she had had some events in her life that the entire plan totally made sense to her and she accepted it wholeheartedly. I don't know where she will go from there, but those two investigators are the most solid ones we have right now. And it's a miracle we found them--the Lord put them in our path.
I had an amusing "likening" moment earlier this week with Alma 26.
"And now do you remember, my [friends] that we said unto our brethren in the land of [Salt Lake City], we go up to the land of [Louisiana/Mississippi] to preach to our brethren, the [Southerners], and they laughed us to scorn?
"For they said unto us: Do ye suppose that ye can bring the [Baptists] to the knowledge of the truth? Do ye suppose that you can convince the [Catholics] of the incorrectness of the traditions of their fathers, as stiffnecked a people as they are...
"But behold, my beloved brethren, we came into the [South] not with  the intent to destroy our brethren, but with the intent that perhaps we might save some few of their souls.
"Now when our hearts were depressed, and we were about to turn back, behold, the Lord comforted us, and said: Go amongst thy brethren....and bear with patience thine afflictions, and I will give unto you success."
It's been interesting, because that experience has actually happened. I would tell people back home that I would be serving in the Louisiana Baton Rouge mission, and they would just laugh and say "I'm sorry." But I knew the Lord has called me here, and while we don't have "success" in the way the church sees it (ie baptisms or numbers), we are finding people to teach and learning to love the Lord and His people. That, in my opinion, is success.
Love you love you love you! Hope everything is well!! Write me letters!
Sister Steele



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Thursday, September 12, 2013

A muddled brain in week 5


My brain always seems to be muddled when I write my emails, so sorry about that. It's like, I go forward and know what I want to say when I leave my house, and then get to the library, read the 10 emails I have in my inbox and the stuff from President, and then sit down to start writing y'all and have no idea what I wanted to say. But I shall write as my brain dictates, so you're all used to it.
In case I didn't say it before, I do say y'all now. It's kind of amusing and sad at the same time. But it's so much easier to say than you guys or anything and now saying anything else just sounds weird.
Second, happy anniversary, parentals!! I hope you had an awesome day. This time last year, we were in Slovakia still! Crazy how life can change in a year.
Third, I know today's a hard day and home is in my thoughts today. It's hard to believe that it's been 5 years since that horrible day when you checked me out of school and the world came crashing down. But if I thought life had changed a lot in 1 year, look how much it's changed in 5. I never thought I'd be the person I am today 5 years ago. I had no idea who I was going to be or what I would be doing, but the Lord really has a better plan for me than I do, because I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Let Nana know she's in my thoughts and prayers today, as are all of you all the time.
Fourth, I don't have time to upload photos but you will have them by later this week I promise. I'm going to get them printed at walmart in half an hour and have them sent home for you. That way you can see all of my crazy life.
Let's see. Dad, it's a really good thing you knew CPR, and thanks for jumping into action. I'm sorry to hear about the tragedy in Bulgaria, and Steve makes some good points about precautions the team should make. That's never a fun outcome, especially on vacation. Hope you're doing alright. I got the postcard from Budapest last week, though! Thanks for following through with that one :) Their mail system did pretty well, since it said it was postmarked on the 26th and I think I got it on the 4th or 5th. I was impressed, anyways. Have fun in San Diego this week.
Mama, the ensigns/new eras would be great! And that photo looks amazing :) I can't print anything here, so I will trade you pictures!
I'm going to send a letter to Landon, so what is the Monsen's physical address, do you know? I'm so proud of him for being baptized. I can't think of anything else I need right now, so just keep on being awesome.
Transfers are next week (wow, I've been out a transfer. Crazy.) but I'm hoping President just lets us be. We have interviews with him this week, so I might just slip in some hints that none of us want to be transferred. If it's going to be anyone, it'll probably be Elder Adkins, since he's been in Natchez for 7 months now. I hope not, because he's hilarious and the four of us have a lot of work to do, but if so, I know he'll be great wherever he goes.
Carrie, good luck at the state fair! You'll be awesome and Mr. Pony looks good :) I'm glad most of the pony drama is over, and that things are looking up for you. Also congrats on Daisy, too! Any word on that technical writing job you mentioned a while ago?
Katie--good luck!! You'll be an awesome student teacher and I'm sure everything will work out for the best. Also, I never hear from you :( you should send an email this week, silly. Everyone else does.
 
Okay, I have to hurry because I still need to write president. But the theme this week was obedience, or rather, that obedience brings blessings. We have been really focusing on having the faith to find people to teach, and being obedient (not that we were being disobedient, but just trying to be obedient with exactness, like the Army of Helaman.). The first half of the week was a bit disappointing, though we were doing alright--we actually got two referrals on Monday night from an amazing lady in our ward who is getting ready to start her fifth round of chemo for breast cancer. Her attitude about everything is amazing. But we went to zone training on Friday and had a lot of ideas we'd had the day before during weekly planning confirmed, and got home from Alexandria and went to work. In two days, because we were going to the Lord more and striving to do everything we can to find people, we have two new investigators and ended up getting about 5 referrals this week, more than we've gotten the entire transfer! It was really amazing to see the Lord's hand working in my life. Mom, if you have to edit this to make it understandable to anyone who hasn't served a mission, I won't be offended. But we sat down last night and sort of had a second weekly planning, though a shorter one, focusing on goals for each person we are working with. I am so excited for this week.
But I have to go, but I'll send pictures this week! Love everyone, stay strong and humble, remember who you are and what you stand for! I know this gospel is true and it will bless the lives of everyone it touches. I know that this is where Heavenly Father wants me to be and I invite EVERYONE to come unto Christ! If anyone wants to learn more, please feel free to write me. Love you love you love you!
Cass
 
PS--funny things you learn in the Louisiana Baton Rouge mission:
How to file a police report.
How to replace a doorknob.
 
Don't have time for the full story, but we are watching a members house/dog while she's gone and we thought the washer had been stolen because her washroom was open and something was gone and boxes were all moved around, so we called the police, filed a report and changed the lock on her doorknob, and then got ahold of her brother only for him to tell us he borrowed her generator that had boxes stacked on top of it so it looked like a washer, and the washer was still there we just couldn't see it. Yup. It was an interesting day, but we got a new investigator for the elders and a referral out of it!
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Labor Day Letter


Hope everything is going well this week! It'll be a little different labor day thanks to the lack of a pool, but are you still having the party? Let everyone know I miss them.
Sorry for the jumbled email last week--I ended up writing a really long letter to President and had less than 10 minutes to write y'all (yes. I say y'all. I've been in the South too long.). But my brain is also a little fuzzy this week, but I will still attempt to write a coherent email.
But first things first, this week's round of "Strange things you learn in the Louisiana Baton Rouge Mission!"
Ants die if you put them in the freezer.
Also, there's a multi-millionaire bull rider who lives in our district. I didn't even know that there were such things as multi-millionaire bull riders. No, I'm not going to go ask him to start me out on the little bulls. :) We'll leave him to the elders.
 
This week was an interesting week, though not quite as finding focused as last week. This one was more service focused--we did about 25 hours of service, which if you calculate out that we leave the house at 11 and get back in at 9, its over 2 full days worth of service. We painted and cleaned and did a whole lot of dishes and are watching our landlady's dog while she's away with her son and daughter in law for their third child. The dog's name is Mia, and she's tiny enough that half the time I accidentally call her Molly. I think she's a chiuaua? Not sure.
 
Um, let's see. We have possibly another new investigator this week, we have to go back on Wednesday to see her. She's super sweet and lives about 10 miles away from us, so the amazing new bike seat will be greatly appreciated.
Speaking of which, mother dearest, I did only ask to know how much they cost, silly. You didn't have to go get one :)
 
I am almost done with 1 Nephi, I have one or two more days and I'll be done. It's week 5--I've been out for almost a transfer in the field. It feels so much longer. Transfers are week 7, but we have zone training in Alexandria this week and then exchanges with the sister training leaders next Tuesday. For those of you who don't know mission lingo, exchanges are where you switch companions for a day with a leader so that they can evaluate your effectiveness.
 
Um...I don't know much else to say--Oh, I had to lead in sacrament this week. that was fun. And I think sister Jones and I are either speaking or doing a musical number this coming Sunday, which will also be fun.
 
Love you much!
Sister Steele

PS the care package was gratefully received--however it came while we were out so ants got into one of the cookie packages. No worries, however, because ants freeze and die if you put them in the freezer for like 10 minutes :) I made cookies today since we are using a member family's business computers. We got lunch at their house because they're amazing and dinner at another member family house today, so no I'm not going hungry. Also! If you want to make our standard cookie recipe in as low an elevation as we are, I had to add an extra half cup of flour to get it to stiffen enough to bake well. I don't know why, but it did work so I'll take it.
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Monday, August 26, 2013

August 26, 2013

August 26, 2013

I am taking an excerpt from my mission president letter because I don't have much time to email you today.

Okay, first:
My trainer's name is sister Jones, she's from Alaska and she is basically amazing. We are super unified and often quote Disney to each other, among other things. She goes home in December and this is her fourth area.
2nd: Katie, there's a couple in our ward who own the most delicious bakery I have ever eaten at. If you come with me if I ever get a chance to visit, I will let you go there.
3d: Carrie, if your friends live in Natchez, Vidalia, Ferriday, Jonesville, or Ridgecrest, then yes we can eat there. If not, no. out of our area.
4th: It's been a crazy week.
5th: Could I maybe convince you to put a care package together for my four-person district? If not, no big deal. if so, :) There's me, Sister Jones, Elder Adkins and Elder Ryan.
6th: Could you look up the cost of a gel bike seat cover? We're all dying here.
7th: Bike is here, not using it right now (borrowing one from a member) because we are doing 14-20 miles a day. Needs some repair, then I will use it.
8th: Yeah, if you wanted to mail my shirts you could. If it's a hassle, don't worry about it.


9th: Weird things you learn on your mission part 2:
The Mississippi casino law is that the casino has to be seaworthy and docked so that it could leave port at a 10-minute notice.
Also how to repair a bike chain/


Now from my letter to President:
It's really interesting that the first letter in my inbox today was the one you sent on attitude, because I really gained a testimony of how attitude can change things in a week this week.
2 weeks ago was really rough for me--I hadn't had to deal with homesickness until that Friday, when one of my best friends got married. Add to that just really learning how to accept rejection made for a big wake-up call of what I had gotten myself into. There were a few times when I had tried to follow the Spirit (I still have a lot of work to do there) and really just ended up fumbling around in the dark and being "confounded by men." I was frustrated with myself and not really cutting myself any slack in doing things right. I think I expected more from myself than was reasonably possible at this point in my mission, since I have only been out for a month. But I see all of these shining examples around me--Sister Jones, Elders Adkins and Ryan, who are just so solid in their teachings, their doctrines, and their testimonies. Then I go and read the letters I get here and a small thought wormed its way into my mind of "how on earth could you ever live up to these people?"
I had to have a really long talk with Heavenly Father last Sunday night before I went to bed, just asking for help and for comfort. I started the Book of Mormon over again this week, since we issued a challenge to the entire ward to read the Book of Mormon again by the end of the year. So I was in 1 Nephi 1:8, and it says in Lehi's vision that there were "angels in the attitude of praising their God." I'm fairly certain that had nothing to do with anything I was experiencing, but the word "attitude" hit me with a ton of bricks. It was my ATTITUDE that needed changing. If I would accept my faults and rely on the Lord, with faith and not with fear, I would be enough for the Lord to work with. So I tried it this week. We worked a lot on finding this week, and every time we got a door closed in our face, somehow I managed not to get discouraged. And it was an AMAZING week. We made huge progress with some of the less-active members we've been seeing, we found a new investigator and got several referrals that I wasn't expecting to get. The Lord strengthened me and I really felt like I was better able to listen to the Spirit in the lessons we were teaching. I'm not saying it would be like this every week, and I don't expect it to. But that attitude adjustment was what I needed to keep moving and not get discouraged.

Love you love you love you!
Love you!


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Monday, August 19, 2013

When you pray for humility, the Lord answers prayers.


Well, I won't pretend this was an easy week.
I did get the box on Thursday, and I haven't gotten your letter yet mom, but it may be here today. I haven't checked, since the mail hadn't come when we left for the library. Pooch and my shoes were a nice reminder of home, and the letters were very much appreciated. Tell Linda that Hattiesburg isn't in the mission anymore, but West Bank is. Also tell her I agree, this is the best mission on earth, but unfortunately it doesn't mean everything is going to go swell.
Every week, or sometimes for multiple weeks, we are supposed to work on one of the Christlike attributes in Preach My Gospel. I have been working on humility for a while, and this last week we decided to work on it as a companionship. Needless to say, it was a very humbling week. Opening an area is difficult. One of our recent converts (she was baptized in February) is going through a really hard time right now, and our two investigators are making very little progress. One of them has a really big smoking problem that we are trying to help her overcome, but she doesn't want to give it up yet. The other we are trying to help understand the Book of Mormon, but she has difficulty reading and a three-year old son who is constantly distracting her so we are really struggling to get her to read. We got in contact with some of the Less-Active members of the ward, and are teaching there, but none of them are ready to come back to church yet. The list of Prospective investigators left behind by the elders who were here two transfers ago is very long, and we're slowly but surely working through that list but haven't had any success there. It's just been frustrating to see people who you love so much not make the changes you know they need to make to be even happier than they already are.
I'm not going to relate the rest of the difficulties this week, but we did do a lot of service. Specialized training was in Alexandria this week, where the entire Zone got together and we uncovered a cemetery. And by uncovered, I literally mean that. It was a jungle. There were about 30 or so of us, and we worked for 7 or 8 hours to get as much done as possible. Which leads me to my new list:
 strange things you learn on your mission:
How to use a machete
What a femur looks like halfway decayed
What Gava tastes like (note: don't drink it)
How to repair a lawn mower
What poison ivy looks like
What someone who got into poison ivy looks like (it wasn't me)
I will also have you know, I thought I would get out of sanding things and mowing lawns on my mission. I was incorrect. I have mowed more grass this week than I did all year.
Anyways, it was a really fun project, but really hard and super sweaty. I don't think I have sweat that much since I was catching in full gear in the Arizona summer. It's kind of gross.
I got the pictures of Krystal, and I was thinking about her on Saturday. Also if she ends up reading this, I was thinking of Lindsay Parkin on Friday and wish her the best as well.
Um, I didn't leave the dress home on purpose, but I don't think I need anything right now, unless you want to give me a Wal-Mart gift card for food. Kidding, we're fine. Love you much, good luck Katie and Dad in Bulgaria, and Nana and Rachelle and Mom with the house! Good luck Cody (Carrie are you going back too?) in school since I think it starts next week right?. Good luck puppies on staying cool :)
Love you, love you, love you,
Cass
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

So much to talk about!!


First email from Louisiana: 
I have literally no idea where to start. Life is crazy and there's no time to even think, let alone think enough to compose a decent letter! So into lists we go!
1. Happy HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARRIE :) Hope today's fantastic.
2. My area is huge! I am in a little town called Videlia. My companion is Sister Jones--seriously she belongs in our family. I couldn't ask for a better companion or friend (well. Tiff would probably tie.) she honestly feels like a combination of our family and Tiffiny, just funny and sings and speaks fluent Disney and is a super powerful missionary. She's amazing.
Anyways. Aside from us there are two elders, Elder Ryan and Elder Adkins. And that's it. Between the four of us (we kind of share, same ward etc. Like I said, huge area) we have Videlia, Jonesville, Ferriday, and Ridgecrest LA, and Natchez Mississippi. Natchez is about half our area, plus the church is in Natchez, so we get to cross the Mississippi river at least twice a day. Our house is less than 2 miles away from the state line (which is over the river). The elders are amazing--Elder Adkins is the district leader, and he's from Riverton and has been out 6 months. He will go home when I do. He's kind of got that mad scientist look, except well-groomed and really good with kids. Elder Ryan, seriously reminds me of Jack in pretty much everything. The way he talks, the way he laughs, the way he looks--seriously everything. He plays football and does track/field as well.
3. The ward is TINY, but it's technically still a ward. There are about 40 people in church on sunday but about 75% of the ward is inactive. Mom, you were right, I am a pianist--I'm down in primary. We are also helping out in primary while one of the teachers is gone. Its an older ward, so about 10 kids or so, though one more is on the way--the bishop's wife is also the primary president and she finds out today if she is having a boy or a girl. We think it's a girl.
4. We have one investigator with a baptismal date (oh yeah, I forgot to say we opened an area, so it's been a bit of a slow week because we have had to meet everyone. We were double transferred in) one who has committed to baptism but doesn't have a date, and a ton of less-active families to go visit. It's a lot of work and as of right now we don't actually have hot water in our house (it's adorable but we still have some work to do) so we're making friends with the members. There's a family here who literally are modern-day Amuleks--they're beyond amazing. They have us over for dinner every sunday (both the elders and sisters) and help us with anything we need at all. They're also the only really missionary-minded family in the ward, so we need to work on that. but that's what we're here for! I love it, it's hard and it's a LOT of work, but I knew that coming in. The bugs are very persistent, but we're learning. Ummm...Oh! Can you send me the pulled pork recepie, Mama? The first pday in September I offered to do café rio.
My address is--
1208 Plum St
Videlia, LA
71373
I'm not 100% sure about that zip code, so you may want to look at it :)
Love you! Miss you! Have fun at family night. Please send me Krystal's invite. Tell everyone hello for me!
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

First email from the MTC


HI everyone

What a crazy week. I know you got a letter from me on Monday but SO much has happened since then! First things first.
1. Can you send me a calling card for the airport? Our flight leaves I think at 6:40 on Tuesday morning, so I could call from either Salt Lake and wake you up (we leave the MTC at 2:30 AM) or in Dallas a few hours later. Respond probably with a letter with your preference.
2. When I get to Louisiana and get my physical address, can you send me my purple high tops? I miss them.
You can put this in my blog if you'd like :)

3. ITS HARRY POTTER DAY, STAND UP AND SHOUT HOORAY :) I'm wearing my ravenclaw shirt and its pretty awesome. I get another half hour to email later today when I'm going to try and upload some photos. 
SO! I don't actually remember what I've told you, but I am so glad I get to go to Louisiana so soon! this time next week I will BE THERE!! And be very tired. But! I have had a lot of super spiritual experiences especially yesterday. I don't even know where to begin!
 My district is crazy and amazing, I love it :) There are 7 of us going to Louisiana, 3 sisters and 4 elders, and then 4 going to Winnipeg, Canada, 2 sisters and 2 elders. Oy! there's so much to say and so little time to say it! I will share one experience (Also, I probably won't be able to email next week since we leave Tuesday and my pday in the mtc is wednesday and my pday in the field is monday. Anyways! One experience, out of many.



So yesterday I was really struggling to feel the Spirit, feeling super inadequate and just not finding a way to help my investigators (we were roleplaying with some of the teachers on how to explain about the Book of Mormon) and I just was getting completely destroyed by Satan. Like, near tears. So I prayed during a break and just kind of asked for help and humility and just kind of talked to Heavenly Father, instead of always asking for things. We had a lesson about 20 minutes later, and we prayed before for humiltiy. We went in, and the Spirit was THERE! Like, we were asking inspired questions, she had done what we asked her to and had received an answer to her prayer and had started to understand!!! We didn't have problems in transitions (I'm in a trio) and she prayed at the end for the first time and prayed to know the book of mormon was true! It was really an incredible experience. I am SO happy we had the Spirit, because it could have gone a lot differently.

We are also teaching a man named Carlos, and dare I say he is a golden investigator. He has an honest desire to know, and asked questions and really just wanted to find the truth. He said the closing prayer the FIRST LESSON (unlike our other investigator, who we just got to say the closing prayer yesterday, which was our fourth lesson with her) and has already accepted our invitation to read the book of mormon and pray about it! I am so pumped to get into the field!

The devotional yesterday was amazing. We had an emeritus seventy come and speak, and he spoke about giving our whole selves to the mission. This was part of it, and I agree with it and am going to make it my motto
"My ancestors the pioneers did hard things. I will too. They gave their all. I will too. They hit the trail running for Zion. I will get off the plane running and will not stop until my mission is done."

Church is true! Love you, miss you, you can respond and I will have another half hour in the evening to respond and a few more minutes here!!

Love,
Cass

PS I have seen SO many people in the last 48 hours! I saw Elder Lamb (he's doing well), and then Elder Stephenson who I've seen everywhere (Ryan Stephenson from Madrigals) Andrea Thomson who you don't know but she was in LDV with me and was and EFY counselor down her in provo, Emily King (she's going to Poland and says to tell Katie hi) and Elder Stuart (Also from LDV).
Peace love and blessings! Write me letters!!
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Friday, July 26, 2013

The Big Day has finally arrived! July 24, 2013


We took Cassidy to the Provo MTC on Wednesday, July 24th.  We were a few minutes early, so we made a brief stop on the BYU campus at the Caroline Hemenway Harman Bld, which I believe is the Continuing Education bld.  Caroline Harman is Cassidy's maternal great-great grandmother, and her sister Caroline is named after this great woman.  (Not the sister in the picture however, that is another sister, Katie.)


Cassidy is being helped with her luggage by the sister missionaries at the MTC as we dropped her off.  (I'm not quite sure what the look on her face is signifying.)

A final wave as she begins her mission.  She will be at the Provo MTC until August 6th when she flies to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.  God be with you 'til we meet again.


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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen...wait, wrong language.

And here we are. I'm about to embark on an awesome adventure. Before I post my address, may I say that mail is one of my favorite things. I LOVE MAIL. HINT. You should totally send me a postcard or a picture or something. I can't guarantee I will respond, simply because I'll be busy, but I will try. 

My MTC address (I will be there until August 6th) is:
Sister Cassidy Cheyenne Steele
AUG06 LA-BAT
2007 N 900 E Unit 96
Provo, UT 84602
If you go to dearelder.com, you can send a letter free to the MTC and if it's sent before noon I will get it that day.

The mission home address for rest of the time (if you can't find my physical address, mail it here) is:

Sister Cassidy Cheyenne Steele
Louisiana Baton Rouge Mission
12025 Justice Ave
Baton Rouge, LA 80816

My email is cassidy.steele@myldsmail.net and my blog is crazysingingmissionary.blogspot.com which you already know, since you're here.  :)

Love you all, remember who you are and what you stand for, make good choices, don't do drugs, and I will see you in 2015!
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Sunday, July 14, 2013

In Case You Missed it

Here's my farewell talk. Just imagine me standing nervously at the podium, making jokes that no one really thinks are funny, and speaking in a semi-monotone voice. It'll be like you were there!
 Covenants: God's Promises
The Merciful Contract
There are three kinds of very serious promises in the world. First and lowest is a legal contract, where two or more parties agree to a trade of goods or services in exchange for something the other party deems equally valuable. These are recorded on paper and signed by all contributors, and if broken, the offender faces serious monetary and possibly legal consequences. There is plenty of room for negotiation and both parties can supply their own terms to the contract.
Second comes the pinky promise. It is a serious and binding process between two individuals, often children and teenagers, where one party sets the terms and the other can negotiate, but usually ultimately accepts. It is sealed when the parties lock pinkies, and unless one of the parties crosses their fingers behind their back (which can easily be voided by the other stating “crosses don’t count”) the contract is effective immediately and unbreakable. If you break a pinky promise, you make a lot of people sad and people are less likely to promise you anything.
Highest of all (yes, even higher than a pinky promise) is a covenant. A covenant is also an agreement between two or sometimes more parties, except one party sets the terms and the other either accepts it and all the promised rewards that come with it, or rejects it and forfeits those rewards. There is no negotiation, no barter. In the church, the offering party is always God and the accepting party is always man. The contracts usually go as follows: We promise to keep certain statutes and rules that have been laid out before us and explained so we understand, and in return, we are promised rewards that far exceed our obedience. In the covenant of baptism, for example, we promise to try live the commandments laid out in the scriptures, and in exchange, we are promised forgiveness of our failings and, so long as we are faithful, the constant companionship of a member of the Godhead. The covenants are binding, and if we void our portion of the contract we forfeit the blessings and rewards promised us, just as any other contract However, the covenants we make, just like our Heavenly Father, are both merciful and just. The promises our Father makes us provide a way for forgiveness, and we are permitted to accept the terms of the contract over and over, despite our frequent failings. However, if we choose to reject such a generous offer, we are left without the promised rewards. The balance is already set—through the atonement of Christ we just have to add as much as we can to the scale and Christ will even out the rest. He has taken the full contract and permitted us to take part in it.
Like how a debt can be co-signed between two partners, usually a person with more wealth and one with less, so are the covenants we make co-signed with Christ. In the book “Believing Christ” by Stephen E. Robinson, he relates the parable of the bycicle. His daughter wanted a bycicle, but Elder Robinson knew it was far out of her capacities to pay for one. He told her to give everything she had by saving all of her money, and he would cover the rest.[1]
This parable is not only referring to the Atonement, but also with the covenants we make. We want the rewards of the temple, the rewards of the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost, but even if we save all our spiritual pennies we don’t have anywhere near the merit needed to receive such wonderful gifts. Fortunately we don’t have to do it alone. We’re in a partnership, and in that partnership we are only required to do as much as we can and are still given the reward despite our ultimate unworthiness as mortals.
However, just because we are asked to give so little compared to the Saviour does not mean it is easy. In the scriptures it often is said “it is by grace ye are saved after all ye can do.”[2] The same goes for our covenants. They’re surprisingly similar. Just because we are the lesser partners in the contract doesn’t mean that we can slack off and not give our whole selves. The Saviour has more to give than us, but our giving should be proportionate to what we can do. This is not an easy world to live in. It’s not an easy world to abide by the laws our Father set out. Christ says in Malachi that this world is like “a refiner’s fire…”[3] Allow me to go nerdy for a minute here and a bit blatant with the analogies. Refining consists of purifying an impure material, in this case a metal. It is different from things such as smelting in that smelting involves a chemical change to the raw material, whereas in refining, the final material is usually chemically identical to the original one, only purer.[4] In old times, before Nitric Acid could really be used, a refiner would sit at his fire, for example, with silver, and burn the impurities away until He could see his own reflection in the precious metal. That’s when He knew it is pure enough to work with. It hurts. The fire’s hot. The metal has to be melted to mould into the form the refiner wants it to be. In case you didn’t notice, we are not the refiner; we are the silver. The covenants we make are the moulds the silver is poured into after it is malleable enough to change form. They help us keep our form in the years to come, after the original firing process has cooled.
Ordinances—The “written agreement” of a Covenant
Ordinances are “sacred [ceremonies] or [rites] that show we have entered into a covenant with God.”[5] An ordinance is an outward manifestation of inward commitment, but ordinances and covenants go hand in hand. Why do we use ordinances, then, instead of just making the covenants and leaving it at that? By witnessing and often partaking of the ordinances we have been given, we remember the covenants we have made and refresh our commitment to them. Ordinances hold us accountable to the covenants and make the covenants easier to understand.
The Covenants We Make are Merciful and Important
Baptism/Sacrament
In our church, there are certain principles that cannot be fully seen or understood with a mortal mind. It’s just the way we are—we can’t understand celestial things in the state we are now. That’s where the symbols come in. As a church, we are surrounded by symbols and often don’t pause to think about what they mean. The sacrament, for instance, is administered every Sunday at our normal, commonplace meeting. That little bit of bread and water, though, symbolizes the covenants we have made, sacred promises with God that we are willing to remember Him and stand as His witness at all times and in all things and in all places. We promise to remember the Savior, and at the end we say “Amen,” a Hebrew word that means to be firm, reliable, and faithful until the next time the word Amen is used. It also means, “so be it,” meaning that by accepting that prayer we accept any consequences that come with not keeping the covenants we have made. In essence, the word amen binds us even before we take the sacrament. Surely this sacred and binding covenant and its accompanying ordinance deserve a little more than just a passing glance each Sunday.
One important thing about the sacrament that shows the unending mercy of God is that the wording of either prayer does not say basically “if you sin you’re condemned.” The prayers say that if we are “willing to take upon [us] the name of [the] Son, and always remember Him and keep His commandments which He has given [us]….”[6]  That we may have the Spirit, His Spirit, the third member of the Godhead, always with us. We promised when we took the bread and water earlier today that we were willing to try. God knows we’re not perfect, and He’s not going to make us covenant to do something that He knows we are unable to do. It’s like Elder Holland said in April’s General Conference: “Except in the case of His only perfect Begotten Son, imperfect people are all God has ever had to work with”[7] He makes it possible for us to keep our covenants because He knows He can’t expect perfection from us. We promise every Sunday that we are willing to do our best, and even if we make a mistake, it’s okay, as long as we try and do better the next time around. The reason we’re on this earth and the center principle of this church is the plan of mercy, after all.
We are offered the blessings of making covenants as early as possible. Why are we allowed to take a step into the path of exaltation as early as 8 years old? Obviously an eight year old doesn’t have the same knowledge as a 19 year old, and a 19 year old doesn’t have the same knowledge of a 40 year old. Each of us is only responsible for what we know and understand. But the longer we have those blessings, such as the gift of the Holy Ghost, the more we learn to understand and appreciate them and the more good we can do for ourselves and our future families.
Temple
If we take the sacrament weekly, doesn’t that show how important it is to frequently renew our covenants of all kinds? Why, if we take the sacrament so often, should it be acceptable to shirk in performing the other ordinances leading to exaltation? Here we sit, with a temple just 15 minutes away. Do we take advantage of it? Are we participating in and renewing the covenants that will let us become Gods and Goddesses in our own time? Those of you who not have received your endowment yet, do you still try to attend the temple as often as possible, to perform sacred saving ordinances and prepare yourself for the day you’ll go inside? I think if we truly understood the importance of the covenants we make in the temple, no power in heaven or earth would be able to keep us away from it. No power on earth would keep us from striving to be worthy to enter its doors. As it is, I feel we have grown casual. I know, I’m a 19 year old girl. I only went through the temple 4 months ago. I really have no right to lecture anyone on temple attendance, but I had the opportunity to really learn to appreciate its blessings. The first month after I received my endowments, I was so desperate to understand that I often went to the Logan temple more than once a week with some friends who were also preparing for their missions. After a while, we only went once a week, but the difference it made in my life and my insanely busy schedule was really amazing. I’ll admit, I’ve slacked off since I got home and the contrast is stark. I echo the General Authorities and invite everyone to make temple attendance a regular part of their schedule.
Blessings of Keeping Covenants
Guidance
Why are missionaries asked to make more covenants before they leave to teach the world about the restored gospel? The promises we make open the doors to the fullness of the Holy Ghost, which is one of the greatest gifts ever given to mankind. We send 18 and 19 year old kids out to preach the gospel to people much older then them? How on earth do we expect any conversions to take place without that Holy Ghost? I have a fair number of friends returned from and currently on missions, and the impact the Holy Ghost has made in their life as missionaries is impressive, even just hearing about it. One of my friends said that it helped him and his companion with everything from planning to contacting. How do you expect two complete strangers to come together, live with each other and constantly be in each other’s company, and not murder each other? There’s got to be some help there, more than any mortal can give.
Even just in daily life, this world gets harder and harder to live in. The fire is getting hotter. Each of us has our own special group of trials that were made just for us, and without the guidance and influence of the Holy Ghost; they become a lot harder to deal with. With baptism and confirmation, we allow the Spirit to enter our lives more fully so we can have help in everything we need. I am so grateful for the guidance of the Spirit in my life.
Comfort
Covenants also help on the days there seems to be no point in getting out of bed. Whether that be the loss of a spouse, child, or friend, or just the debilitating loneliness that comes from knowing you won’t see someone again for a long time, the covenants I have made help me realize that this life is short enough that I will see them again soon.
When I was younger, two of my very good friends were sisters, Kylene and Hayley Knutsen. Kylene was my age and Hayley was two years younger. My mother substitute taught for their mother and we generally got along quite well. Hayley had leukemia that went into remission off and on throughout her life. She dealt with everything, from dialysis to radiation and chemo to bone marrow transplants. She went into remission, but her body was scarred and needed help. She needed an extremely expensive liver transplant, but Haley never faltered with her smile or her positive attitude. She was a beacon of hope and love to the community. She brought the entire city of Chandler together in a massive effort to help pay for her medical costs. One of the high schools raised over $30,000. Together, we as the city raised over $175,000 in the fundraiser “Hope For Haley.” She was going to get the liver transplant she needed. Prayers were being answered. Then, the Monday before she flew out to be evaluated, the doctors told the family the worst news—the cancer was back.  They couldn’t operate and there was nothing they could do except maker her comfortable. On September 15, 2005, Haley passed away at age 9.
As an 11 year old kid, I had already been baptized. I didn’t fully understand, but seeing the funeral, held in a massive catholic church that was packed past capacity for this little nine year old, it tore me to see her family so completely heartbroken. They thought she was going to beat it. Here was a 9 year old who had never deserved any of what she went through. She was brave and cheerful and kind. She was sweet and always optimistic. I rarely heard anyone in her family complain. But the wrenching loneliness that comes after a death of one so young is almost unimaginable. I know tragedy has struck this ward as well and I am speaking far too close to home for some. But through the covenants that we have, because of the knowledge we have, we can “Enjoy the same association we have in this life in the world to come.”  We know, through the promises made at the altar in the temple, that no matter what happens, if we are faithful we will have those we were separated from with us again. What a joyful reunion it will be.
The power behind the covenants we make is real. It is eternal. And nothing will take those blessings from us except our own foolishness. I cannot wait for the day when I am sealed to my future husband and know that despite what comes, we are together for eternity. We have been promised that we will be given all that the Father has, but it will require sacrifice on our part. But Brother Pilimai said it right last week in his Sunday school lesson—“All that the Father has is certainly worth all I have to give to get it.”
I am so blessed to be a member of this church where I can receive such rich rewards when I am nowhere near sinless. I am grateful for the mercy of our Heavenly Father, and I’m thankful He truly is our Father and He acts like one. He is not distant, He is anxiously aware of each and every one of us. He wants us to grow up and become like Him, and through the covenants we make on this earth we are taking steps towards that all important day when we will be admitted into His presence and live with Him and our families for eternity. I cannot wait to tell the world—well, maybe just Louisiana, about what’s in store for us. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.



[1] Robinson, Stephen Edward. Believing Christ: the parable of the bicycle and other good news. Salt Lake City, Utah: Deseret Book Co., 1992. Print.
[2] 2 Nephi 25:23
[3] Malachi 3:2, 3 Nephi 24:2
[4] R. F. Tylecote, A history of metallurgy (Institute of materials, London 1992).
[5] Preach My Gospel. Salt Lake City, Utah: Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 2004. Print.
[6] Doctrine and Covenants 20:77-79
[7] Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, “Lord, I Believe” General Conference April 2013
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