Tuesday- MLC in Naga.
Wednesday- Exchanges with Iriga 2 Sisters.
Thursday- Exchanges with Buhi Sisters.
Friday- Zone Training.
Saturday- Weekly Planning (longest everrrr.)
Sunday- Church and other meetings.
This week fleeew by. But at the same time it seemed to take forever, I don't understand time.
Anywho, I gave my "going home" testimony this week in MLC and then again at our Zone Training. That's when it hit me. I have known this whole time that I would be going home eventually but it always felt like it was just something others experienced but it would never actually happen to me. Well, now its time. I've got flight plans to prove it.
As I sat in the pew at the church during our zone training, listening to my batch bear their testimonies, with my lovely MTC companion sitting on my right, it hit me. I'm going home. We both quietly had tears running down our face and heaviness in our hearts. One of the elders said something like, "we are happy to go home, to take with us the lessons learned, the strengthened faith and testimonies, to see our families, to continue our missionary work and to put what we have learned and gained to the test, but we are sad, very sad to leave those new friendships, family members, and experiences that we have been making the past 18 months or 2 years." It is so true. This might be the hardest time for me so far on my whole mission. These are going to be some tough last days, but I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me, and for us all.
I had the opportunity to receive a Priesthood blessing this week in which I was told that there are still people waiting for me..to hear specifically mine and Sister Ril's testimony and that because of our testimonies, they will accept the gospel in their lives and be baptized. After the blessing, I looked up and said simply to Sister Ril, "Let's go find them." Although this is a hard time for me and I will be sad to go home, the very least I can do is finish strong, endure to the end, and go find those being prepared to accept the truth.
Quick story time: I met a lady in the grocery store this week, made conversation with her, introduced myself and the church, and then she proceeded to tell me that there is no God. I asked her where we all come from and she told me from chickens. I asked her what happens when we die and she told me nothing, we're dead, that's the end. I asked her if she prays and she blatantly exclaimed that there was no need for no one was there listening. It would change nothing...My heart ached for this woman. I am sorry for those people who have such little light in their lives. I am so grateful for the truth that enlightens my mind and gives hope to my life. What a blessing it is to have the answers to these questions and to know of the great plan of our Father in Heaven. I believe in the power of prayer. I KNOW we are all children of a loving Heavenly Father who is there for us. He is and always will be there for us, listening, loving, guiding, and protecting through all things. Don't let the simple act of prayer ever be forgotten. We must pray to Him, for He is there and desires to hear from and bless us. :)
Keep the missionaries in your prayers. :) We all need it. I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the true church that was restored in our day through the prophet Joseph Smith. I know the Book of Mormon to be the true word of God. If you ever doubt, just pray and ask Him because He knows, and desires for us to know too.
Love you all.
-Sister Roderick
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