Basically, everything that ever could happen either just happened, is
happening, or is about to happen. In an effort to conserve precious
energy and to save all of us from a email that'd take 3 months to
read, I'll do my best to keep it short.
This week I had and interview with my mission president. My first
mission president would use interviews as precious time to personally
teach principles and uplift missionaries. The current one likes to use
it as a time to hear every little thing that I have to say, and then
gives two sentences of profound council. Somehow, both styles help me
grow. I love my mission president.
Went on exchanges with a great missionary Wednesday. We are going home
the same time, and it was fun to reminisce about the times that we had
together back in the day when we both had no idea what we were doing.
Now we were discussing all of these different leadership
responsibilities and teaching skills that I never anticipated to be
proficient at. It was a wonderful day.
Friday I had surgery on my right leg. They shaved off some bone on my
Femur. I don't think those bone shavings will rise with me on the day
of my resurrection. As much of a pain as it was to have that "bone
finger" jabbing into my muscle, the price to take it out is pretty
heavy. I have enjoyed the medication that they have given me, but it
has basically made everything a blur. I can hardly remember a drop of
what happened on Friday. All I remember is talking to the nurse about
which Tupac song was his favorite, and why the Beastie Boys were
better than Wu-Tang Clan. My companion claims I talked about a lot of
other things, but I couldn't tell you what's true and what isn't.
Sunday came. That evening Elder Muhlestein and I were assigned to
teach the Stake missionary preparation class. We ended up having a
powerful lesson on the importance of recognizing the Holy Ghost, and
feeling inspired. I don't remember much of what was said, but I do
remember the power in the words of these youth as they practiced
teaching to each other with their testimonies. A testimony is an
amazing thing.
This upcoming Saturday we are being visited by two major head-honchos
in the church, Elder Craig C. Christensen and Elder Dale G. Renlund.
It'll be an exciting time for me, as this is the first time on my
mission that a member of the 12 will visit the area. I am eagerly
awaiting their inspired direction.
Life is good. I'll have to learn how to be patient with this recovery.
It's been a long time since I've felt normal. But it will all be worth
it in the end.
- Elder Richard Hall
1. Exchanges with Elder Dailey
2. recovery
3. The scar
happening, or is about to happen. In an effort to conserve precious
energy and to save all of us from a email that'd take 3 months to
read, I'll do my best to keep it short.
This week I had and interview with my mission president. My first
mission president would use interviews as precious time to personally
teach principles and uplift missionaries. The current one likes to use
it as a time to hear every little thing that I have to say, and then
gives two sentences of profound council. Somehow, both styles help me
grow. I love my mission president.
Went on exchanges with a great missionary Wednesday. We are going home
the same time, and it was fun to reminisce about the times that we had
together back in the day when we both had no idea what we were doing.
Now we were discussing all of these different leadership
responsibilities and teaching skills that I never anticipated to be
proficient at. It was a wonderful day.
Friday I had surgery on my right leg. They shaved off some bone on my
Femur. I don't think those bone shavings will rise with me on the day
of my resurrection. As much of a pain as it was to have that "bone
finger" jabbing into my muscle, the price to take it out is pretty
heavy. I have enjoyed the medication that they have given me, but it
has basically made everything a blur. I can hardly remember a drop of
what happened on Friday. All I remember is talking to the nurse about
which Tupac song was his favorite, and why the Beastie Boys were
better than Wu-Tang Clan. My companion claims I talked about a lot of
other things, but I couldn't tell you what's true and what isn't.
Sunday came. That evening Elder Muhlestein and I were assigned to
teach the Stake missionary preparation class. We ended up having a
powerful lesson on the importance of recognizing the Holy Ghost, and
feeling inspired. I don't remember much of what was said, but I do
remember the power in the words of these youth as they practiced
teaching to each other with their testimonies. A testimony is an
amazing thing.
This upcoming Saturday we are being visited by two major head-honchos
in the church, Elder Craig C. Christensen and Elder Dale G. Renlund.
It'll be an exciting time for me, as this is the first time on my
mission that a member of the 12 will visit the area. I am eagerly
awaiting their inspired direction.
Life is good. I'll have to learn how to be patient with this recovery.
It's been a long time since I've felt normal. But it will all be worth
it in the end.
- Elder Richard Hall
1. Exchanges with Elder Dailey
2. recovery
3. The scar
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