The Real Ugly Truth Pt. 2
I'm overwhelmed by the support and love I've received since my last post. I'd say 99.9% of the comments and messages I've gotten have been positive, and my heart feels so full!
Heavenly Father has definitely been with me throughout this whole process from the very beginning. I wanted to make this post a little lighter, and share some examples of how I've seen the Lord in my life since before I found out I was being sent home.
1) I disclosed to President Weed about my eating disorder tendencies two days after I found out I was being transferred to Washington, North Carolina (which would have been on 11/12/16). This also meant my new companion was going to be Sister Zsembery, and that meant our transfer together would have been her final transfer before she finished her 18 months! Part of going home early means during our personal study, she was supposed to work on a program to help prepare her to come home. Even though I didn't know I'd be going home until 12/6, I decided as soon as I got to Washington do work on the my plan program with her for gits and shiggles. Without knowing it, I had accidentally spent the whole transfer preparing to go home.
2) I have a few family members who live in my mission! My mission president told me that I'd be allowed to have lunch with my mom's aunt and uncle Jim and Cindy if they came up to my area. We originally talked about meeting up when I first arrived in the mission field, but decided to put it off to see if one of my areas would be a bit closer to Wilson, North Carolina where they were living than my first area in Yorktown, Virginia. My second area in Washington was significantly closer, and we finally set up a time/day they could come visit. We scheduled a day on 12/6/16 for them to come down to visit! Well, I had my first talk with my mission psychiatrist on 12/3 where I was told there was a strong possibility I'd be sent home. Sister Zsembery and I decided to just try to stay focused and try to not think about it until we were told for sure whether or not I'd get to stay. My lunch with Jim and Cindy came, and I still had no idea if I'd get to stay in the field or not. I finally received the long awaited call from President Weed just Jim and Cindy were dropping us back off at our church building. Like, as we pulled into the parking lot the phone rang. I stepped outside of the car to speak to President Weed when he gave me the heartbreaking news. Hysterical crying immediately began, and I was immediately able to see familiar faces and hear words of comfort from people who mean a lot to me. Of all of the times to receive that call, it happened to be the only time my whole mission that I was with my family. I got to cry with them, and hug them, and immediately receive reassurance that they weren't going to love me any less than they did, and that they were still proud of me.
His plan is always better than my plan, even if I don't understand His in the moment.
Heavenly Father has definitely been with me throughout this whole process from the very beginning. I wanted to make this post a little lighter, and share some examples of how I've seen the Lord in my life since before I found out I was being sent home.
1) I disclosed to President Weed about my eating disorder tendencies two days after I found out I was being transferred to Washington, North Carolina (which would have been on 11/12/16). This also meant my new companion was going to be Sister Zsembery, and that meant our transfer together would have been her final transfer before she finished her 18 months! Part of going home early means during our personal study, she was supposed to work on a program to help prepare her to come home. Even though I didn't know I'd be going home until 12/6, I decided as soon as I got to Washington do work on the my plan program with her for gits and shiggles. Without knowing it, I had accidentally spent the whole transfer preparing to go home.
2) I have a few family members who live in my mission! My mission president told me that I'd be allowed to have lunch with my mom's aunt and uncle Jim and Cindy if they came up to my area. We originally talked about meeting up when I first arrived in the mission field, but decided to put it off to see if one of my areas would be a bit closer to Wilson, North Carolina where they were living than my first area in Yorktown, Virginia. My second area in Washington was significantly closer, and we finally set up a time/day they could come visit. We scheduled a day on 12/6/16 for them to come down to visit! Well, I had my first talk with my mission psychiatrist on 12/3 where I was told there was a strong possibility I'd be sent home. Sister Zsembery and I decided to just try to stay focused and try to not think about it until we were told for sure whether or not I'd get to stay. My lunch with Jim and Cindy came, and I still had no idea if I'd get to stay in the field or not. I finally received the long awaited call from President Weed just Jim and Cindy were dropping us back off at our church building. Like, as we pulled into the parking lot the phone rang. I stepped outside of the car to speak to President Weed when he gave me the heartbreaking news. Hysterical crying immediately began, and I was immediately able to see familiar faces and hear words of comfort from people who mean a lot to me. Of all of the times to receive that call, it happened to be the only time my whole mission that I was with my family. I got to cry with them, and hug them, and immediately receive reassurance that they weren't going to love me any less than they did, and that they were still proud of me.
His plan is always better than my plan, even if I don't understand His in the moment.
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