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Holding to the Iron Rod in Germany


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Weird Week.

Mission Organization April 2015

District Erfurt of the Germany Frankfurt Mission was dissolved and is now included in the Stake Leipzig of the Germany Berlin Mission.

First off, I was totally not planning on you guys buying me clothes or anything. I thought you were just curious! As for the little Bible, our new iPads will probably get here first, so it is a good thing you didn’t order that actually. We were already planning on going to Berlin for clothes-purchasing purposes anyway.

So once a transfer, you go on exchanges with your district leader so you can both learn from each other, etc. They last about 24 hours.

Except for this one.

Since both of our areas have been doing extremely well, we were both jam-packed with appointments. The only way we could make it work is by exchanging Tuesday night, and then exchanging back early Thursday morning. It is very unusual to have a two night exchange. What is more unusual is that the German train company goes on strike, and you can’t get back to Berlin, so you’re actually together for three days. ¬†ūüôā

My district leader’s Name is Elder L. He is 1 transfer younger than me, but is going home with me, so we are on he same schedule basically. He got 4-5 baptisms in Postdam, a very large area. When he gets another baptism this week, he will have baptized more than any other missionary here in the mission. Pretty cool! He is a good Elder. it was a fun exchange. I’m excited to keep working with him in the future.

That made the week feel all funky though. On Friday, we had a big meeting to learn about the iPads and what we can do with them. The church has quite a few programs with them. Two members of the Seventy came to talk about it. One of my favorite quotes is this:

“The first Presidency has decided that Satan will not control the Internet.”

Entire mission in attendance!

Entire mission in attendance!

I’m actually really surprised with how much freedom they are giving the missionaries with them. They are basically completely turning over the prgram to us. We have autonomy to think of how to best find and teach people with them. We will all use Facebook, we can have a blog if we choose, and we can teach people all over the world with Skype. A few things with that.

1. Mom, could you look into the Blogs missionaries are making on their Mission? i was interested in Blogging after my Mission already, so that would be something I would enjoy, but I’m not going to waste missionary time just posting what I learned in personal study every day when I can already do that on Facebook. It has to obviously testify of the Savior and it can’t be a journal or travelogue, but if I can think of something creative that could reach non-members, I’ll do it.

2. With permission from Pres. Kosak, we can teach friends and family if need be. So obviously, I couldn’t teach you guys, but if you can think of someone what we know that would like to learn, that would be great!¬†This wouldn’t be just chatting time, I would leave him/her with commitments, so they would have¬†to know that. but I’ve felt my whole mission I should do the best I can to teach those that I already know. Or maybe the best would be to do a combo of me skyping them¬†and local¬†missionaries stopping by. It would be so great.

The whole Mission was at that conference, so I got to talk to every single one of my former companions. It was so much fun. Elder Garrett and I could’ve talked for hours. he let me know a lot of dirt that was going down in Lauenburg, so that was fun. And also sad, because I few People I care about are really hurting right now.

This last week, it was pretty difficult to meet with my favorite investigators, but we were able to make out a lot of appointments for this week. For example, I think I told you about Matt. He is 50 or so, dating an inactive member, and is a member of the German FBI. He is the manliest man ever. His voice is like Zeus’s. He has developed a relationship with the missionaries to such an extent, that when that whole death threat thing happened, he acted as their body guard for 6 weeks straight when they went shopping. He is, however, difficult to teach. Literally, as in we just don’t teach anything when we are there because he has so much to do, or his family is running around, or he has friends over.

But Elder Garrett gave me the idea of having family home evening with them and another member family, in which there was a built in lesson time. We set that up and a lesson on Thursday, so we have a chance of really getting him back on track. I also would like to get him to a few upcoming baptisms so he can see what they would be like.

We taught this Muslim guy named AD, (names changed)¬†who had previously read the bible and book of Mormon, and is very smart. He has lots of questions abut Jesus Christ, and it is a lot of fun to teach him. I like the deep questions, the logical thinkers. He is an economist, and he has a philosophy professor and a 5 star chef as roommates, which is pretty unusual considering they live in the Auslander heim (where all the refugees live). He’s great.

We met this Muslim the other day who walked up to us and said he wanted to become Christian. We were able to guess then that he was Iranian. They have seen the most extreme forms of Islam, and many get very disillusioned. I was honestly pretty skeptical, because sometimes, Muslims seemingly just want to get baptized for a better visa (it would be dangerous to go back, so Germany supports them) Our first lesson, he had read over half the Book of Mormon and summarized 1 and 2 Nephi in 15 minutes. He came to church with us Sunday. He got transferred, sadly, so it is up to other missionaries now. The worst part is he is about 90 minutes away from the nearest church. I really hope things work out for him, because he LOVED church and the Book of Mormon. He is such a cool guy.

Anyway, I love all of you. Have a good week!

Elder Greaves

with Elder Gallacher


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Yuck.

Hey guys!

One more thing I’ve given up on getting myself. Could you send me a German POCKETSIZE bible? It’s called Die Bibel, Einheitsubersetz√ľng. (Unity Translation). But the pocket size part is important. There’s a new rule that you have to carry that, and my back is killing me honestly. Stupid side bag. I’m never using one again at home. And if you can find a (preferably black) leather (or fake leather) zip up case for them, that would be cool, but not a necessity. German cases are different. They don’t have a handle. It’s more like a book cover, so the book goes inside and then you unzip it and unfold it and it stays on all the time. Just imagine a leather book, but then where you would normally see pages is the Cloth Zipper part. If that is too confusing, I can send a picture next week, but like every German has them, so it shouldn’t be too hard. Thanks for sending the proactiv, and for looking for those shirt thingies.

First off, my pants… well, between stricter rules about pants and the fact that Elder Riddle tried to wrestle me in church clothes and I got a huge rip in one, I am veeerrry low on pants. Shoes, I’m planning on getting my brown ones resoled this or next week, and Elder Casperson is buying the black ones, which is a relief, because then I can buy new ones! I’m down to one suit, but I can possibly get some good shopping in in one of these upcoming P-days. And I have like 2 pairs of socks.

Wow. I’m a mess.

Speaking of messes, this Apartment here.

Why did I have to be the one to say

“Hey, maybe the shower SHOULDN’T BE ORANGE COLORED!”

Or, like this morning. I decided to tackle a corner where Elders had been throwing old clothes and blankets for years, with some trepidation as to what would be at the bottom, and sure enough, 3 types of mold (based on color).

So I’ve been attacking that all day.

And Elders NEVER THROW ANYTHING AWAY EVEEEEERRRRRRR.

Their thinking is like,

“No, I can’t throw that away. What if the next elders that come need new shoelaces, but can’t JUST GO TO THE STORE AND BUY THEM FOR 1!!!!!! EURO, and need to roll new ones? How will they do that if we throw out that ball of pocket lint? We’d better think ahead here.”

For example, this apartment is tiny, and have TWO couches. Not loveseats, Couches that go in the corner. There’s enough seating for a soccer team and all of their cousins in here, if they all got squishy.

Just . . .why?

I’m not blaming Elder Casperson. From what I’ve heard, it’s been much worse. But why can’t everyone see that there is a right way and a wrong way of doing things, and we can all just safely assume that my way is always the right way? Is that too much to ask?

my way

But enough of that.

This week has been decent. It’s fun having this many lessons, but a lot of them are the exact same lesson with Muslims. There are great Muslims (P and B, for example, but they actually are converts), but it is kind of a cultural thing to be nice to guests, and it is also a cultural thing to not even think about changing religions. They really don’t even see that as an option. They were born Muslim so they ARE Muslim, even if they have no faith in their religion. Very interesting, and hard, because we are obligated to teach them to see if they are genuine, but it takes sooo much time away from doing more productive things.

We set 2 baptismal dates, again with a couple from Serbia that might have to go back, in which case they will get baptized there.

Maybe I’m secretly called to the Serbian Mission, and they just have me here to get Serbians baptized, because if they do go back, that will make a total of 6 so far that were really close. But they could stay. It would actually be better for them if they stay. We’ll see. They have a long way to go, but they can make it if they work hard. That date is for May 16.

We got one really cool investigator named J to church. He’s great! He’s Brazilian, on a foreign exchange program in Germany. He is in law school right now. He is a born again Christian and went to a year of Bible School, so put those things together and you’ve got a pretty craaazy investigator. He is probably the most animated person I’ve ever met. Hes pretty stubborn, and progress is really slow, but he feels the Spirit really strongly and we’ll get him in the long run. ūüôā

He just happens to be best friends with O, a wonderful woman in our ward that converted to Christianity from Islam and is getting her Ph.D right now. It’s a lot of fun to work with J, and I really think he can make some progress if he wants to. We’ve just got to stay away from the temptation of using the Bible to answer every question and focus on him recognizing the Spirit.

Okay. I love you guys. Have a great week!


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Frankfurt Oder: Week 1

Soccer! What is up with that sweatshirt???]

Soccer! [What is up with that sweatshirt???]

Before I start, something¬†I would like if it’s alright:

I can’t remember what they are called, but I know they use them in the Military. They hook on to your Shirt and your socks or something to Keep your Shirt tucked in all day. It’s elastic suspender Kind of things. My Hands will have 3 hours extra free time a day if you can send this to me.

Thank you!

Yes, it’s true, Frankfurt Oder is not that small. I mean it is still pretty small, but it’s my biggest area by far. It has already been an absolute blast here. First of all, it was the first area I’ve ever come into where they were actually teaching real live investigators already. That actually brought some challenges, but more on that later. And yes, you ruined the surprise, there was a death threat here in Germany, and yes, it was poor Elder Casperson’s first day ever in his first area. It was fairly serious, and they weren’t allowed to work in the actual city of Frankfurt for a long while. Elder Casperson was trained by a new missionary, and in their first Transfer, they only found 1 new investigator. In Transfer 2, they found 10. That’s better than Elder Draper and I! In the mean time, they really worked on becoming good friends with the investigators, and they did a very good Job.

By the way, These Computers are doing some funky automatic capitalizing, and I’m sick of Fixing it, so sorry about that.

This week was awesome! We found 9 investigators and about 10 contacts, got the teaching pool above 20, invited some of those new investigators to baptism (an ‘if you know it’s true, will you be baptized Kind of deal”), met with all of the investigators they already had, got 3 of them to church and built great relationships with all of them. We were super busy all week. I love it.

The ward is ridiculously small, only 10 People, and 5 of them were all baptized within months of each other 5 years ago. AND IT’S THE AWESOMEST WARD EVER!!! These People are so excited about missionary work. They are doing more than about 4 normal wards combined. I’ll talk about 2 of them today.

Livia and Bob (names changed) are married. They are from a middle eastern country. They are so great. Livia is just a social Butterfly.

Every time the missionaries found someone new to teach, she would A) already be best friends with them or B) meet them in the llibrary, become best firends with them, and then everyone finds out all at once that we know each other.

It’s insane. Two of my favorite investigators are some of her best friends. One is named Mitch, he lives in Poland. He is an autopsy examiner. He is 28, and also has a Ph.D, and he is exactly what I would be if I were an investigator.

That is, he like arguing and will question every.

single.

Thing.

It is so fun. He is really great. We were talking about the trinity.

He says basically “I think they have 3 bodies, but are like 1 in purpose”.

I told him that’s what we believe.

He basically says “Well that can’t be right”.

I tell him he believes something different than most every other Christian. He likes that. something different from everyone, that is, Except us. He doesn’t like that. He keeps trying to re-explain it to make it a debate. He just agrees more thoroughly with us. We tell him that. He proceeds to debate about whether or not this is a debate.

Junior, the other one, is a Young brazilian, a Born again Christian, who went to Bible School. He is a tough Cookie, and the life of the Party. He LOVED General conference, but seriously doubts anything outside the Bible.

WHERE HAVE THESE INVESTIGATORS BEEN MY WHOLE MISSION?!!! IT’S EVERYTHING I’VE EVER PREPARED FOR!

He is real comedian. I’m half tempted to sneak a Video of him telling some Story so you can see how animated and happy he is. It’s great. I want them both to get baptized sooooo bad. We’ll see. I’ve got some time.

Grr. It is still capitalizing randomly.

Something cool that happened this week: We had been almost literally running from app to app this week, and a Train was coming in 10 minutes. I honestly didn’t realize it was inspiration until afterwards, but we just felt like we should go over there. We started talking to this guy for a while, and it was awful. Super awkward, it wasn’t going anywhere, we felt kind of dumb. Then out of the blue, he was telling us about his baptism. He is a less active member who had been traveling for a while. The missionaries had tried by several times with 0 success, but we had just found him on the street! His number had changed and he is going out of town again soon, so chances are good he wouldn’t have been recontacted for a few months more. The Lord works in mysterious ways. I really think we were supposed to meet him, because I saw his teaching record before we found him as I was perusing the area book, and I felt like we should really go by on him. I’m excited to work with him.

I love you guys! Have a great week!

Elder Greaves

P.S.

FROM BERNBURG:  This guy's name is K. He speaks Tigringa, which is what they speak in Eritrea. Don't feel bad if you haven't heard of those things. But he and his 2 friends have German class with us, which is fun because they speak neither English nor German, and there is no translator for Tingringa, besides little homemade dictionaries online. But we were playing pictionary with German words, and he started drawing this, and I just started dying laughing, as did his 2 friends and Elder Riddle. No one had any idea what is was, but he was trying to draw a girl. (That's why I wrote Frau underneath) Just imagine seeing an  foot tall that thing loping towards you in a dark alley? You would probably need to change pants. Maybe one of my favorite pictures from my mission so far.

FROM BERNBURG: This guy’s name is K. He speaks Tigrinya, which is what they speak in Eritrea. Don’t feel bad if you haven’t heard of those things. But he and his 2 friends have German class with us, which is fun because they speak neither English nor German, and there is no translator for Tigrinya, besides little homemade dictionaries online. But we were playing pictionary with German words, and he started drawing this, and I just started dying laughing, as did his 2 friends and Elder Riddle. No one had any idea what this was, but he was trying to draw a girl. (That’s why I wrote Frau underneath) Just imagine seeing that foot-tall thing loping towards you in a dark alley? You would probably need to change pants. Maybe one of my favorite pictures from my mission so far.


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My last week in Bernburg . . . :(

The news came on Saturday. Transfer calls come between 8 – 12 on the last Saturday of the transfer.

Unless you’re me, in which case you wait til 1. And you were the last missionary in the the entire mission to get the call. I think they hate me.

But I’m going to…. drumroll please….. Frankfurt! Oooooorrrr…… this little tiny town in Stake Berlin called Frankfurt/Oder.*

Oder means “or” in German. So I’ve heard a lot of wise guys these last couple days as I tell people where I’m going. I don’t know much, except it is on the border of Poland, and the branch is the 2rd or 3rd smallest in the mission with a whopping 10 active members! I’m actually super excited. Bernburg has been too easy. I actually told President I need more challenges.

My new companion’s name is Elder Casperson, don’t stalk him too much mom. ¬†[Mom sidenote: ¬†Busted! ¬†Elder C’s mom and I had already connected before even getting this email. ¬†ūüôā]

He just got done being trained, which means I’m doing what’s called Golden Busting. New missionaries are called goldens. It refers to the fact that some missionaries just kinda assume their trainer did everything right, so they kinda butt heads with their second companion, who will do things differently and better, and is dashingly good looking, and remarkably funny.

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This is my 3rd time doing this, so I’m getting pretty good at it by now. But yeah, it is a small area for sure. I’ll leave tomorrow, so wish my suitcases and I good luck, and that we will all arrive together with all of our parts still firmly attached.

This week has been pretty great! We measure this thing called a teaching pool, which is pretty self-explanatory. We’ve been very strict about who is in our teaching pool, because people tend to inflate numbers, and then they have less lessons than people in their teaching pool. But I realllly wanted a teaching pool of 20 here before I left, so we set a goal for that. That meant lots of new investigators this week. Five actually. ¬†This weekend was General Conference, so our whole weekend we would be out of our area watching in K√∂then. We had 2 hours of working time on Saturday before we were done for the week, and we’d only found 2. But we kept going, and in the space of 90 minutes, found 3 new investigators! One of them is super awesome, and I’m jealous of Elder Riddle’s new companion.

Speaking of which, he gets to train, the lucky duck! He is super excited, and I’m even more excited for him. No really. It will be a cool way to finish off his mission. He only has 3 transfers left, that trunky son of a gun.

I’m really going to miss Elder Riddle. We became really great friends, so I’m excited to hang out with him at BYU. He’s a great guy.

General Conference was great. I felt like I learned a ton. I absolutely loved Elder Holland’s talk.

My boi J. Holla can throw down some serious spirit.

All the missionaries were writing furiously during all 8 4 sessions we got to watch, but during that one talk, we all just put our pens down and listened. I didn’t want to disturb the awesomeness.

This weekend, K√∂then had a baptism, which is always great. ¬†Actually, I was the one that found their investigator for them! I was on exchanges. his name is Tobias, and he is from Nigeria, just like John. He’s not quite as cool, but who is? ūüėČ

Actually, John bore his testimony at the baptism, and it was the coolest thing ever. I actually knew almost all of what he shared of his life story, but he avoided talking about some parts with the ward. He told about how he wasn’t the best person before he met us. He drank and smoked. Alot. He actually was drug smuggler and dealer. He hated it, but he felt like it was the only way out. He decided he didn’t want to do that when he came to Germany, but it was a temptation. It is too easy to make money doing that.

The one thing he said I didn’t know was that he was planning on going back to drinking after his baptism, because it was too hard to stop. But as he went into the water, he knew he would never do that. He just said he was a changed man, and he is so grateful for his deliverence. He is such a stud. I can honestly say he is one of my best friends. Every single person that meets him falls in love with him. Elder Riddle, for example. I’m gonna meet up with him again someday, even if that is in Africa. It’ll happen.

Anyway, thanks for being so awesome. Have a great week!

Elder Greaves

*Elder Greaves might be a little surprised. ¬†The city¬†actually has about 70,000 people! ¬†Lots of opportunity for missionary work. ūüôā ¬†http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankfurt_%28Oder%29


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Hey guys!

 

Real quick, that pagoda sounds awesome! I wish I could have been¬†there. Mom: Good luck on your trial. Dad: That is good advice about¬†the baptizing. It’s true, it’s easy to get caught up in the numbers¬†game. Elder Riddle has a little diddy for that: “Numbers, numbers¬†matter most, let’s forget the Holy Ghost!”

No-Way

This week has been kinda “meh” overall, but it actually had a few really¬†cool parts. The first is we met with the man who walked into church¬†and said he ‘d been baptized 13 years ago – and had picture evidence! ¬†We contacted global services, and there are no records of him at all. ¬†All we can assume is he didn’t receive the gift of the Holy Ghost, and
was never confirmed a member. We met with him this week, and the Spirit witnessed to me for the 2nd time that he is truly truly repenting right now. He reminds me a lot of the Psalm of Nephi in 2 Nephi 4:

27 And why should I yield to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, why
should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my
heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because
of mine enemy?

28 Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and
give place no more for the enemy of my soul.

29 Do not anger again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my
strength because of mine afflictions.

30 Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I
will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God,
and the rock of my salvation.

31 O Lord, wilt thou redeem my soul? Wilt thou deliver me out of the
hands of mine enemies? Wilt thou make me that I may shake at the
appearance of sin?

33 O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy
righteousness! O Lord, wilt thou make a way for mine escape before
mine enemies! Wilt thou make my path straight before me! Wilt thou not
place a stumbling block in my way‚ÄĒbut that thou wouldst clear my way
before me, and hedge not up my way, but the ways of mine enemy.

He is on the road back. He wasn’t at church this Sunday, so it appears¬†it will be a bumpy one, but Elder Riddle pointed out something¬†interesting. He told us about how he had had a really hard life, and¬†how he really hated God for a long time, but then one morning, about 4¬†months ago, he woke up and felt the Spirit really strongly, and knew
he needed to turn his life around. That included going back to church.¬†He finally did it last week. Elder Riddle noticed that these spiritual¬†promptings came to him almost exactly the time I arrived here, and he¬†came to what will most likely be one of my last Sundays here. He said¬†he thinks for some reason, I can help him in some way. I’m not sure if¬†that is true, but I’ll do my best to help him. I will say that I¬†believe there are certain people that certain missionaries are¬†supposed to meet.

On Wednesday, I had what has to be one of my favorite lessons on my¬†mission. We met with the Petro’s, the Serbian family. They have¬†referred all their extended family, so we taught 7 people over the age¬†of 8, and 2 under. Bo, the first investigator, was awesome. He’s¬†had his up’s and down’s, his doubts, but he was on fire. He was¬†answering everyone’s questions, and it was clear to me that he has¬†made his decision which path he wants to follow. I think he will get¬†baptized, and his aunt too. Her son, Bo’s cousin, age 11, is¬†incredible too. He speaks only Serbian, but he read 59 pages of the¬†Book of Mormon in 2 weeks! What a stud! We even set a baptismal date¬†with them for Serbia, which isn’t real at all, bet keeps them focused¬†on baptism. Some missionaries in Serbia are about to get the miracles¬†of their missions, I think. I hope they send me a picture!

Before I go, I wanted to share a story that is very personal to me. I¬†realized I haven’t shared it with you guys, so I wanted to do that. It¬†is the biggest reason I have a testimony today, and why I went on my¬†mission.

My whole life, I have been very obedient. I’ve read my scriptures¬†almost every night since the age of 8. I’ve prayed almost every day.¬†I’ve always loved church, and I’ve always been excited for a mission,¬†because I’ve always wanted to do what was right, and I knew that is a¬†commandment from God.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. probably starting my senior year in¬†high school, and definitely in my first year of college, I started¬†seriously doubting the existence of a God. I’d studied it out enough¬†in my mind to determine that if there was a true church, it was this¬†one. But the buck stopped at the first point in the first lesson, the¬†first thing we usually say to investigators. “God is our loving¬†Heavenly Father.” It just didn’t make sense to me that there would be¬†such a thing as a being above all of us who created us and the¬†universe but was invisible and not many people have even claimed to¬†have seen Him. Contrary to what some may believe, I did NOT find this¬†opinion freeing. I was miserable.

How was I to continue in this church? How could I ever be happy? The¬†church was such a big part of my life, and my testimony was so much¬†weaker than what I supposed everyone else’s was. I would have given an¬†arm to have real proof to know, to really know, that it was all true.¬†It was such a happy message – a God of love, who wants nothing more¬†than your true and eternal happiness. It sounds wonderful – and naive.¬†I struggled with this for a long time. I never stopped reading my¬†scriptures, but I’d done that my whole life. That was the way, right?¬†Read your scriptures and pray and you will keep your testimony.

Before I knew it, I had sent in my mission papers. I couldn’t even admit to¬†myself, let alone my parents or family, that I just had almost zero¬†testimony. All I could hold on to was that I was happy when I was¬†obedient. I was called to Germany. I was excited, but my stomach hurt¬†every time I thought about it.

It was four weeks before the MTC. I had bought all my suits, my shoes.¬†I had suitcases. And I couldn’t say “I know God loves me” with any¬†real courage or conviction. My thoughts raced constantly, filled with¬†part of the¬†Primary song “A Child’s Prayer”. It reads:

Heavenly Father, are you really there? Do you hear and answer every
child’s prayer? Some say that heaven is a far away, but I feel it
close around me as I pray. Heavenly Father, I remember now, something
that Jesus taught disciples long ago. “Suffer the children, to come to
me,” Father, I come in prayer now to thee.”

Over and over, feverishly, desperately, I thought of these words. I could not remember the last verse, no matter how hard I tried, and the song kept running in my head, mocking me. I felt my heart ache with a desire to actually believe such a thing. Two weeks before I was supposed to go into the MTC, I decided I was going to try one more time, a last
ditch effort. It was 3 a.m. I read my scriptures, searching for¬†meaning. I read my patriarchal blessing, grasping for answers. And I¬†prayed. I told my Heavenly Father that I was stubborn. I needed a¬†real, undeniable answer. I needed to know. I promised with everything¬†I had that if I got an answer right then, I would go on a mission. And¬†I would give absolutely every atom of my being to His service. I¬†promised him I would work until I couldn’t, and then let Him work¬†through me. I promised Him. And in the very moment I said Amen, I felt¬†a peace come over me. Words came into my head that I know for a fact were not my own. I remembered that 3rd verse of “A Child’s Prayer”,
clear and sweet.

Pray, he is there.
Speak, he is listening.  
You are His child.
His love now surrounds you.

My eyes burned, my breathing accelerated. I was going to serve a mission. Not out of habit, but from real conviction.
It was all true, I might have laughed, I don’t know. I felt¬†wonderfully and undeniably GOOD.

I know this gospel is true. I know that the Savior died for me. I know that He is there, always, for everyone, and he felt what we felt so that he could understand us on a level no one else can. I know this is the true church. I know I am in the right place.

Thank you for your wonderful examples, and I’m really sorry this was so long. It¬†was more for me than for you.

Love,

Elder Greaves