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

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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