Showing posts from March, 2019

Maybe it's okay

Dear family and friends,

These past 5 weeks have felt like an eternity while also managing to feel like they've been flying by. I can absolutely positively say that I've been experiencing my refiner's fire more intensively than I have ever before. I've found myself asking God on multiple occasions where he is in my life, and pleading for a glimpse of everything he can see-- that I can't. I felt this way as I was trying to decide if coming home was God's will for me or if it was an idea that came from myself. As I chose to act on my spiritual prompting and walk straight into darkness, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. It hasn't been easy. I've been experiencing a lot of doubt and fear, but somehow God finds a way to comfort me with faith when I need it most. I find myself knowing with surety I'm exactly where he needs me to be.

My mom had her surgery this past week. God gave us the miracle we were praying for. Her surgery went great and her reco…

God's perfect hands

I can't believe I've been home for a little over a month now! Time just keeps getting faster. I don't really know where to start except by saying that I know angels exist and they've been carrying me when I haven't been able to carry myself. 
These past couple of weeks have been trailing for me to have faith. This past week while studying in the Come, Follow Me manual I was reminded of a musical composition my companions in Neubrandenburg sang in one of our sacrament meetings, Master the Tempest is Raging. 
Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness. No shelter or help is nigh. Carest thou not that we perish? How canst thou lie asleep When each moment so madly is threat’ning A grave in the angry deep?
Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today. The depths of my sad heart are troubled. Oh, waken and save, I pray! Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o’er my sinking soul, And I perish! I perish! dea…