Monday, January 30, 2017

Life is cray cray Jesus is the way way - Jan.23, 2017

Wowwweee idk how i am going to try and fit 2 weeks worth of info in an email, but ill try and just tell ya the important stuff

1. The last week at the MTC- so great. I love my district. Quotes from them to me - "you hate the show friends cause you don't have any"  " you would make a great witch"
Also elder Barry THREW MY BACKPACK AT MY FACE- causing a severe blood blister on my lip how does that even happen?!?it even started to bleed and he told me he hopes I bleed out. Also realized and finally came to terms with me being an angry mean and impatient human being. Didn't get exercise one day- so I threw a tantrum and ran up 120 flights of stairs. I gave elder Barry some deodorant in front of everyone as a joke, turned out to be one of the meanest crimes I've ever committed.sometimes cry cause i still feel so bad. All the girls in my zone were scared of me too. Plus I didn't cry when I said goodbye to my district... all the girls were... I know secretly inside they are convinced I really am heartless. But I really do miss them all so much.

2. Flight to Florida- saw my homie Saul Santos, it was so good to see him. A man handed me 20 dollars and told me good luck, breakfast is on me. The man I sat next to, I tried to talk to him about the gospel, he wasn't havin it so he got 2 bloody marys, and I took two melatonin so I was asleep the whole time. Florida is warm, but not how i expected. Its not that humid. My companion is sister Murray, shes from Ogden, is a mix between Junie B Jones, Pippi Longstocking and Brooke Johnson. Is really peaceful and quiet, she is just so calm. She makes me super relaxed. I can literally feel the missionary awkwardness coming on me, I'm scared.we are in palm coast, Florida. By the ocean but i haven't even seen the ocean.its just this small swampy town that makes you feel like your going camping all the time. There's all kinds of different churches, one on every corner. Its not a question of if people are religious,  trust me everyone is here. the air just smells damp and swampy, a lot of times it smells like somethings dying.

3. We teaching lessons, tracking all that jazz. The first guy i talked to was a recent convert who is like the Puerto Rican drake, wuzzzz like " aye ya greenie gimme  yo opinion, so like it aint cool that joseph smith had multiple wives n all that, explain dat to me." So that was my first interaction with someone. He was just messing tho, but i was still sweating buckets. We have just gotten right into it.  Tracking, teaching all that missionary stuff.  It's stressful. And I'm not very good at it. You never know who is behind that door,  scary ladies with no teeth who smell like smoke,  excommunicated Mormons who are now jehovahs witnesses, Baptists who say they are about to diarrhea just so they won't talk to you anymore,  Latin semi truck drivers who hate church, I could go on.

4. This work isn't glamorous. You wear ugly shoes,ride ugly bikes and wear ugly helmets, your feet are forever stinky, and talk to people on the street that makes them feel uncomfortable. Its exhausting and hard. The days are long. I am always tired.the spirit drains you emotionally,physically and spiritually. I do not feel like i am fit to be a missionary, and every day ask god why he wants me here.  I never get enough rest, i have been convinced i am going to die of exhaustion or i have cancer that's causing all this tiredness. I'm more tired than everyone else too. I always fall asleep during personal study. I prayed one morning saying "God i am going to die before my 18 months are up. Please help me." Then during companion study we sang a song with the lines "and should we die before our journeys through, happy day all is well. We then are free from toil and sorrow." I then knew that god has a sense of humor... i was like well... sick... i guess if i die i will be free from all the hardships of missionary work.... thanks....

5. We taught this member the restoration and my companion was sitting across from her, and her dog sitting directly across from me. I kid you not this dog had his paws crossed, and was just STARING AT ME! He was like even squinting at me like he was trying to read me. I got really nervous for some reason and hardly said anything because i got so freaked out from a dog.that somehow made me feel judged... I GOT NERVOUS TALKING TO A DOG
6. My 20th birthday is this Friday, the 27th please send Takis or anything to lift up my spirits. 33 Wellwood lane unit A, Palm Coast, Florida 32137 

7. The 100 yard jog- every morning we walk around the block and then jog about 100 yards but im just so tired that that's all I have motivation to do.  Plus I just really want to gain a lot of weight. Ha KIDDING 

8. We met this one dude name katajsh who is this black 20 year old who was just about to start his job at Wendy's,  definitely high on some grass but we taught him the restoration.  And he gave the best closing prayer I have ever heard.  "OH GOD plez bless Dez fine women on spreadin the word.  OH GOD plez bless them from the crowds of their heads to the soles of their feet.  OH GOD if we had 10000 tongues we couldn't give thee enough thanks.  OH GOD plez bless this world...  OH GOD " and  hahaha he was so into it and motivational I was trying so hard not to laugh.  

9.  Blanche Borris.  She is a 95 year old Jewish woman from New York who has no children (she told us her husband had a lack of swimmers they got fried from an electric fence)  no family and lives all alone,  and we do service for her.  She's my best friend. As we were racking her leaves up,  I nonchalantly told her my birthday is next week.  SO BLANCHE THREW ME A SUPRISE BDAY PARTY.! we had applesauce,  I blew out some candles,  and talked about her 95th birthday where she had belly dancers at her party with her pastor and RABBI.CAN U IMAGINE?!   She gave me her favorite pen and some handkerchiefs!  love her. Best birthday party ever.  

10.  I will admit I am struggling . this is the hardest thing I have ever done.  Longest month of my whole life. Every day I wake up and want to go home. I never had a desire to serve a mission,  I thought that would change as soon as I got out here.  But it hasn't. And I feel so guilty I feel this way, but it's true.  All I know is that I was prompted by God to go on a mission so I took a leap of faith.  I have to exercise that faith every single hour/day I am here.  I fasted this Sunday to find out why I am here,  why he sent me to Florida,  why in Palm Coast. Of all places.  And after reading the book of Mormon,  all I know is that I have to trust him.  The thought of doing this for a year and a half makes me terrified, hopeless,  and afraid.  But I can't think that way,  I just take it hour by hour,  day by day. I cant do a mission on my own, but I can do it with the lords help.  I feel his presence most strongly when I am thinking of others,  it makes it so much easier to continue.  That is what has motivated me.  I know the book of Mormon is true.  I know that Christ is my savior.  And with just that little amount of knowledge I know that can be a missionary.  

Love you all,  thank you for your prayers.!! Miss you all so so much. Being away makes me realize all the wonderful people in my life. 
Sister Herrod 
1. Me asleep during personal study 

2. Blowing out candles with Blanche  

3. Saul and I 

4.  District in MTC  
5. Last photo of me in Provo 

6. My companion sis. Murray  


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