Now that the weather is warming up- I open up our windows and the door to our back porch, cada manana! Ah. That nice morning, spring breeze - mmhmm. Always reminds me of Mom.
We had not one, but two 6-hour meetings with President Fenn this week. Real talk. Can't get enough of that man. I'm convinced he's gonna be an apostle some day. Mark my words. He informed us that he's taking the WHOLE mission to a Chicago Cubs game on June 7th. How exciting is that?!?!? I've never been to a professional game, of any sort. The old mission president (he was released about a year ago) took all the missionaries, but rumor was that President Fenn wasn't going to let us...he's kind of a strict man. But they're playing the Pittsburg Pirates? He said he wanted to go to the Cubs vs. St.Louis Cardinals game (I WISH!!), but that was a pretty pricey game. Oh well.
I do want to share a really cool story that I heard this week. On Saturday, we had dinner plans with our Relief Society President (love this lady! She's a cute little lady from Argentina, and she married an American who served there. She speaks perfect English, so she only spoke that to us...which was a nice little break :)) So we finish eating, we start sharing a thought from 3 Nephi 11, about when Christ comes to the Americas...and Hermana Lubnewski (isn't that a fun last name?) stops us, and just sits there in silence. After a solid few seconds, she asks us if we want to hear her conversion story. YESS. Soooo, this is her story!
The village where she's from had this ongoing tradition, myth almost...that her grandfather would always tell her of, when she was a little girl. A long time ago, there was a man who came to her people. They called him the "White God" (I'm sure some of you know exactly where this is going already :)). He came to them from Heaven, and the people loved him! He was so kind and loving, and took care of all the people. After a little while, the man had to leave - but He told the people that he'd return later, and that He wanted the people to always carry or have some sort of light shining from their house, to show that they not only remembered him, but that they were waiting for his return (she mentioned that her family in Argentina still does that!). When she was in her early teens, the American missionaries came to her house, and ended up baptizing her parents. I guess this was during the Korean war (?), and she wasn't a fan of America, so she had no part of it. A few years later though, she stumbled upon her parents Book of Mormon and it flipped open to 3 Nephi 11. She said after reading in those chapters, she knew without a doubt that that was the "White God" that her Grandfather had told her about so many years ago. She was baptized later that week. Isn't that the coolest? All throughout the Book of Mormon, it talks about how the record will be preserved for a later generation- and it'll be to convince them of their history. Ah. So great. Just thinking about her story gives me the chills. She said growing up, she had no clue who Jesus Christ was - but the Book of Mormon was what she already knew. Does that make sense? Goes to show what great power the Book of Mormon has.
I've read through a decent portion of Alma this week, and I could write for another few hours about the things I liked and learned from it. Buttttt, I don't have much time. So, I'll share a quick thought I liked. Chapter 26. Ammon is simply glorifying in the Lord, as the chapter heading says. That's all it is. One big shout out, if you will. I loved verse 16. "Therefore, let us glory, yea, we will glory in the Lord; yea, we will rejoice for our joy is full; yea we will praise our God forever. Behold, who can glory too much in the Lord? Yea, who can say too much of his great power, and of his mercy, and of his long-suffering towards the children of men?...." I love how he simply puts it. Really. Who can glory too much in the Lord? My goal this week? Be more thankful. It's easy to disregard and forget all of our blessings. Don't do it! There's always something great and wonderful to be giving thanks for.
Thats my week in a nutshell though.
Love you all so much!
Hermana Mortensen
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