Monday, March 14, 2016

I Love Being A Missionary

I'm going to jump right into the miracles of this week.
We had some time in between appointments this past Tuesday or Wednesday (I can't remember) and sister Plomgren felt we should stop by a woman who's name had popped up on our records. (Plomdog is #inspired) We get down there and start driving around the block because there were "no parking" signs all over the place! We find a place to park and then walk 3 minutes up to the apartment complex. Right as we were headed to the complex we see a woman walking past us. She stops and says, "missionaries? What are you doing here? You must be looking for me!" She didn't have much time to talk, but turned out to be the woman we were looking for! She invited us over for lunch the next day.
We ended up having lunch on Friday at her apartment with two of her friends.
She joined the church 5 or six years ago but stopped going shortly after.
After lunch it seemed like she wasn't expecting us to come by again-haha-but she hasn't left my mind or my heart. There's some work to be done. And cookies to be baked.

And this whole week has been warm. It rained this weekend. It makes me think of Oregon. I'll take the rain over the snow any day.
Also, the quesalupa from Taco Bell is quite delicioso. I highly recommend it with the 'seasoned beef'. ❤๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ

This weekend we had stake conference. Elder Larry R. Lawrence presided as the general authority. He and his wife are cute as buttons. He's so sweet and compassionate. We got to shake his hand a couple times. It was neat!

The most powerful talk for me was by the stake president. He has a daughter on a mission right now, and shared an experience she had about Christlike love. He shared her words, saying that she felt so honored, grateful, and blessed to be able to have this opportunity to do what Christ would do, and to love as He would. She was grateful to wear His name on her tag. As he relayed this story, the spirit was powerful.

I want to echo her sentiments.
I too feel honored, grateful, and blessed to be a missionary: To wear a tag with the name "Jesus Christ" on it. For the opportunity to get to know people and strive to love them as Christ does.

Serving a mission and being set apart as a representative of Jesus Christ has changed my life forever. I love being a missionary. Certainly there are times when I don't "enjoy" it and I want to give up and lay on the ground like a potato - but even in those moments I am still loving this because it is God's work. We are never alone when we are in His service. We are never alone because we are His children.

These verses have been on my mind recently:

"2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4 ¶Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all."

I love Jesus Christ. He is my best friend.

We had an AWESOME dinner with one of ward missionaries and his wife: brother and sister Oldham. I.LOVE.THEM. They made us brownies for dessert and then put a dozen on a plate for us to deliver to someone that we were stopping by that night. Ugh. I love old people. Anyways, they were giving us ideas to help the ward get moving and suggested that we challenge the families we meet with to simply deliver a plate of cookies to a neighbor that they don't know. No strings attached. It doesn't have to be a gospel conversation. Just a simple act of kindness to a neighbor that you don't know. Sister Plomgren and I are setting a goal for this week to challenge each family to do this.(I'm thinking that we should do it too!!) And we will be following up with them.

I'd like to extend that same challenge to all of you. Just one plate of cookies! (It doesn't have to be cookies...brownies are also enjoyable.)
I'll follow up next Monday!! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ˜ And I'd love if you emailed me telling me how it went! 

I love missionary work. It is important. It is rewarding. It is God's work.
I love you. ❤

Random events of the week:
  • Ate with gold utensils. 
  • Ate at a country club where there were valets.
  • I ordered a chicken quesadilla at the country club because it was the only thing I recognized that looked good and didn't cost $30. ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ also, I love chicken. And I love quesadillas. Especially together. 
  • Someone made this remark to us at dinner the other night: "y'all could be twerkin' out there with Beyoncรฉ but instead you is here serving the Lord." Also: "Excuse my French, but she a hoe. Let her go!" *sigh* it made me miss SouthSIDE! 
  • We made a baking soda volcano thing with an adorable three year old. 


Love Sister Gallegos

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