Amigos!
Don´t be fooled by this subject line
because a mission is hard. Dang hard. In fact, I wrote a poem about how hard it
is so enjoy. BUT first. Some of my highlights of the week include
1. Eating açaí and ice cream IN THE SAME DAY.
2. Reading the scriptures.
3. Having a mom and child show up to church and they
are legit golden investigators given to us from Heaven. Hoping for progress and
a baptism in the next few weeks.
4. Nature.
Alright, here is the poem. It´s been in the works for the
past few weeks and it´s from the bottom of my heart. Not much of a poem writer
so be patient but it was just flowing for some reason. Here we are:
The Truth
When I hear of mission stories
I become excited
To give my focus and my time
Completely undivided.
But now I´m here and I can see
through all the glam and glory.
Of what a mission´s truly like
and why they are a story.
We do more walking than baptism talking,
a white flag signals my legs´ defeat.
The only time my watch is running
is when it´s lunch or time to sleep.
I sit and smile for quite a while
Portuguese goes through my head.
In one ear and out the other,
will I ever recognize what´s said?
My stomach growls but then it howls
from all the beans I eat.
This is the day I understand
my mom´s food was a treat.
Just when I thought I had it all
my skin hurts from the sun.
With eight more hours I pray for power
reminded that it´s only one.
We knock on doors and contact people
bearing witness of the truth.
But all they care is my blonde hair
and comment that my eyes are blue.
In frustration I sit and wonder
for why it has to be this way?
I begin to shrink teetering on my brink
my mission leaves no words to say.
For why a tie or why the heat
So many things I cannot bear.
I kick the dirt, for my body hurts.
I´m done. That´s it. My life´s unfair.
Just when I thought that all is lost
my heart begins to burn.
I think about my selfish doubts
for what do I need to learn?
The words of Christ and of his strife
bring tears into my eyes.
For he did walk this path alone
completely and utterly despised.
His legs did hurt, wounds filled with dirt
thorns placed upon his head.
And as he walked Christ carried our Cross
no murmuring was said.
Thick dark clouds did gather round
the hill where he did hang.
Our Lord and Savior suffered there
no glory to his reign.
As he was pricked with nails and sticks
Christ saw the people he knew.
Lovingly, he said ´´forgive them,
for they know not what they do.´´
Even the greatest was tortured and hated
Accomplishing God´s plan.
Giving away so that we may stay
with our father hand-in-hand.
So all this pain that Christ did bear,
What does He as of me?
A simple task that I´ve been called
go forth, ´´and feed my sheep.´´
So now I´ll walk and confidently talk
My eyes and head held high.
In patience, hope and charity
this calling, I´ll magnify.
I now do know that as I grow
one day I too can hear.
Well done my true and faithful servant
enter my rest and cheer.
Love you all!
Elder Gardanier
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