One month as a missionary

 

The food at the MTC always sucks. BUUUUTTTT PIZZA FRIDAY IS THE BEST

annnnnnnnnnd general conference was amazing.... if you didn't watch it you should!!!

This week was a lil tiny eensy bit hard. But we all have hard times. It is okay to not be okay all of the time, it is okay to struggle. 

But I have learned that God sees something in us we don't see. I have no idea how to speak Spanish or why he needs me to speak it in Utah. But He knows my true purpose more than I ever will. Some days I feel like I totally got it, and others I feel like I am a complete failure. The struggle makes you human. And we don't have to struggle alone. I can promise you, that as you rely on Jesus Christ your burdens will be lightened. They won't go away, but they will be bearable. I know that God hears our prayers. I know that he never leaves us. I know he loves each of us individually. The probability of you being alive is 1 in 400 trillion, so if God didn't think the world needed you, you wouldn't be here.

“Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays. But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.” Joseph B. Wirthlin

Love,

Hermana Reynolds