The man upstairs that sings


I'm proud to say that every morning this week at 6am, and I mean every morning, the man that lives above us in our building doesn't cease to sing. I just crack up because I'll be in the middle of my morning exercises and suddenly I'll just hear him, and it's not like he sings for that long either. I live for the day we run into him haha.

This week I'd say was pretty good. We definitely hit a huge bump in the road to the end of our week, aber alles gut. We did what we do best, we forgot ourselves and got to the work. I'm 99.9% sure I've reached the point on my mission where I've forgotten what life outside of a mission is like. It's one of the best feelings ever to know that this work is my life. It's happened a couple times where Sister Olsen and I will be walking down a neighborhood, sitting on a bahn, in an appointment, or wherever else, and it'll just hit us. We'll turn to each other and talk about how insane it is that we're in Germany, serving missions, preaching truth, and inviting others to learn for themselves. I always wanted to live abroad, little did I know serving a mission is the way God would make my dream come true.

So I completely forgot it was Father's day yesterday. Happy Father's day to all the fathers out there. Sister Olsen and I were working on family history yesterday when I realized it haha. Since then, it's stayed with me to share a bit about the things my father taught me in the 13 years of life we had together.

I'd say my dad was probably one of the best dad's a girl could ever have. My dad wasn't perfect, but he was surely trying to be. He had a pretty bumpy life, but once he found God through the missionaries he was set on making his Father in Heaven proud. I grew up walking through our home only to be stopped and dragged into the living room to dance along to music he had playing-- I wasn't fond of dancing then, or now. He would earnestly try to teach me traditional dances from Bolivia and he would make sure to sing along too. Whenever he worked out, he would have me sit on his feet to hold him down. And if he was ever making a trip to McDonald's (because he always was), you'd better believe I was in the front seat of his car too. There wasn't a day that didn't pass without him reminding me I was his princess.

There are so many more stories I could tell, but none of them would give him justice for what an amazing man he was-- and was continuing to become. The most priceless knowledge my dad passed down to me was that there is nothing more precious in this life than to give love. The most joy we find in this life is when we choose to not refrain from giving others our love. He taught me what it means to love God, to love your family, and to love others. The things in this life end, they always will. But when we embody ourselves with heavenly things, like love, charity, and hope, we find ourselves forever changed. We feel a sense of fulfillment.

1 John 4:18-19 "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear... We love him, because he first loved us."

I know God's love for us is what saves us. I know God loves each and every one of his children enough to have sent His son to die for us. I know the Savior's love for God and for us is what moved him to go through with God's will. I know it is our love for our Savior that can heal us. His love is perfect, and I'm forever thankful for that.

Alles Liebe,

Sister Quintana
 
Today we went back to Radebeul and read the dedicatory prayer President Monson gave upon all of Germany. It's crazy to be living the prophecy he prophesized
Look at that Dönner I ate, definitely try it if you ever get the chance




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