Inner Struggle
I can remember struggling to find motivation to get up some
days. The other missionaries would seem
so happy, so driven with purpose. Every
morning waking up with the sun (which seemed so horribly early to me) just
added to my stress. I had never before
experienced something so difficult. I
felt like I was standing in quicksand, sinking further and further every
day. I couldn’t understand the difficult
companions I had to serve with, or why my mission president (or the Lord for
that matter) decided to put them with me.
I can remember thinking “Is it me?
Am I the one causing all of these problems?” I would keep my frustration to myself because
of this thinking, because I was afraid that I was the root of the problems I
was having, since I hadn’t experienced being with a companion I got along with
yet. I can remember waking up in a sweat
in the mornings; I can also remember being pale with fear throughout each
day. I had never been so stressed in my
life. I felt like the world was crumbling
in an earthquake and thunderstorm all around me, and yet everyone else seemed
to be so obvious to the destruction that threatened to consume everything.
Scripture,
Personal and Powerful

A Wilderness Quest
I can remember the day I was asked by my brother to read the
Book of Mormon. It was a Mothers’ Day,
and my brother was on his mission at the time.
He of course had the usual missionary phone call home, and he spoke with
all of us together and individually. I
honestly don’t remember anything he spoke with me about except for when he
encouraged me to read the Book of Mormon.
Up until that point I hadn’t really cared or thought about it. I felt like I believed in the church just
because and that was fine with me. I
didn’t really realize that I needed to know for myself if the church was true
or not. Whatever the case, I took my brother
up on it. I can still remember how much
better the following school year was for me.
I felt like I was connecting with the Book of Mormon, and the counsel
contained in it seemed like it was just for me.
As I am able to reflect on my life now (and I think I even realized this
then), the Book of Mormon really saved my life, at least spiritually. The previous school year I had been going
downhill fast. My life was not where I
wanted it to be, and my time on the football team had been especially difficult. I was really struggling. The Book of Mormon helped me to understand my
life and circumstances better, and it saved me from simply giving up or
allowing myself to not care. My
relationships improved and my overall happiness increased.
I like your experience with the wilderness quest, because I can relate to your brother. We all have a family member somewhere down the line that we want to come closer to the gospel. It was really good to hear your insight, because I don't know how my brother would feel if I asked him to do the same thing.
ReplyDeleteI love how you ended up serving a mission. I'd personally like to hear more about the wilderness quest, though.