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1. People-watching
2. Listening to my iPod while walking to classes.
3. I can wear the same shirt two days in a row and it doesn't matter because I never see the same people two days in a row.
4. Writing to missionaries
5. Having the option to skip class, but never actually doing it.
6. Free food.
7. My jobs
(I work at a Performance Hall as an Usher and I'm a gallery guard at an art museum)
8. Boys who open the door for me.
9. Dance parties with my roommates
10. Laughing
11. Making friends
I know. I know. Wheat Thins & Missionaries?
What the !@#$%^ do wheat thins & missionaries have in common?
(Me & Brooklyn already established that I have a potty mouth. Okay. That's a lie. I don't swear. ha)
They are related though, I promise!
As many of you know, I've been tackling a missionary project.
I sent 25 individual packages full of letters from girls to all the missionaries who graduated with me.
It was a lot of work, but so incredibly amazing!
I don't currently live in Idaho, so trying to coordinate getting letters from the girls I graduated with, printing the letters, sealing envelopes (which is disgusting. Have you ever licked 100 plus envelopes? My tongue is in desperate need of some TLC), getting missionary addresses, contacting people...blah, blah, blah.
Whew. Just looking at the list is wearing me out.
But really, it's been the most spiritual experience and yesterday, I FINALLY MAILED THEM!!!
Yes, ladies & gentleman, I did it!
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The first time I went to the post office, the mail-lady told me that sending the letters in the original packages I had them in was going to cost me $5 per envelope.
That would have cost me like $200! No thank you! So, I asked her if there was a cheaper way and she told me to get tan envelopes instead of white ones. I went to Walmart, bought the envelopes, sat down at my kitchen table, and proceeded to transfer the addresses from the white envelopes to the tan ones. As I was doing this though, I was eating wheat thins and pondering. Now, wheat thins are great because they are slightly sweet, but at the same time very satisfying. I think that's how a mission is. It's sweet. It's crunchy sometimes, but mostly it's spiritually satisfying. I was also thinking about what those boys faces will look like when they open the envelope and a butt load of letters fall out.
Like really?!
I squeal every time I think about it!!
Can you just imagine? They are going to be stunned.
Especially the boys that don't ever get mail. I hope they will be so excited!
I was talking to one of my co-workers about getting letters & he told me he would get SOO excited when someone would hand-write him a letter. He loved them so much that when someone would e-mail him, he would hand-write them one back.
It's little acts of charity like that, that make me so happy.
So, guys, that's how wheat thins made me think about missionaries.
Sidenote: Have you checked out the Brittany Chaver giveaway on The Gentle Flower??
You should because her jewelry is SOOO cute!
Today I ate too much food.
Today I woke up at 1:00 p.m. (Not ashamed)
Today I signed up for my free subscription to Netflix and I haven't left my laptop all day.
Today I went ice blocking.
Today I'm missing someone so much, it hurts. I'm missing Justin.
Today I didn't shower.
Today my family left for D.C. without me.
Today I have old crusty mascara making patterns on my face.
Today I'm listening to love songs just so I stay sad.
Today I wore basketball shorts all day long.
Today I ate otter pops.
Today I made muffins & ate lots of batter.
Today I got more missionary addresses for my packages!
Today I want to crawl in a hole.
Today I've let my daydreams go too far.
Today I want to cry, but the tears aren't coming.
Never before in my life have I actually been excited when I check the mail.Every time I drive by my mail box, I think...maybe I got a letter today?I never expected that I would WANT to check the mail every day.It's kind of a new & surreal feeling.Maybe that's what my mom was talking about.When I asked my mom whether I should write a missionary, she said, "Write all those boys you went to school with" She said the names of a couple of boys I knew and I immediately dismissed them. Why would I write them? They were never really friends with me. Also, mom?! What?! Why would I write THOSE boys. You're ridiculous.I think what my mom was trying to convey to me was that it's not really about the missionary you write, but about the feeling you get when you receive a letter and vis versa.I'm sure those boys that I write to get just as excited as I get when they receive a letter.Writing a missionary isn't complicated.It's all about making someone's day.And why wouldn't I want to do that?
Today I feel happy, ridiculous, and vulnerable. How all those emotions can co-exist, I'll never know. I've been thinking a lot about missionaries.My heart aches for the well-being of all the missionaries out there.Last night, I prayed for missionaries.Yesterday, the Relief Society lesson was about missionaries.Today, I wrote a missionary.Next week, I'm sending packages of letters to 12 missionaries.SO MUCH MISSIONARY-NESS!!I love it!My viewpoint about missionaries has flipped 180 degrees.All the hype and fluffiness has died and the reality that there are boys on missions has hit me hard.Missions have always seemed so intangible and irrelevant to me. They seemed so far off in the distance and I've always thought "they'll get here eventually" never really believing that they would.I sincerely pray for missionaries every night. I hope they are having joyous experiences that will change their life for the better.
I'm co-hosting Since It's Sunday today!! Go ahead and link up and go check out Courtney @ Thoughts From The Birdhouse & Shaylee @ Mother At Heart
I absolutely LOVE Sundays.It's my day to chill, drink some lemonade, and indulge in a cookie or two (or four).A lot of what I've been thinking about lately relates to missionaries.As I was driving in my car, I had a brilliant idea begin to formulate.Me and some of my girlfriends have decided to make packages to send to all the boys from our high school that are currently serving missions.It's going to be a neat experience.Missionaries have such a divine role in Heavenly Father's plan and I'm so extremely grateful for the sacrifice and service that these young men have gone through so that they can do what the Lord wants them to do.Today in church we talked about missionary work (which I thought was extremely ironic considering what I'd been thinking about the whole week). We talked about the money that goes into it, the death that occasionally occurs in families while the boys are gone, and how hard the actual mission is.It's such a big testimony to me of the work that is happening here on earth because of the sacrifice of valiant young men.
A little thought from Courtney:
