New Time Zone

Well my fellow bloggers and devoted followers, the time has come—a little sooner than I thought, but here it is—the end of my time in Australia.

Why so soon some may inquire? To this question I simply say, “Because God’s plan is bigger and more intricate than I realized. His plan for me no longer includes me being in Australia.”

It’s the truth too. I have made the dreaded 13-hour flight across the ocean into LAX and waited another 2 hours before making the final leg of the trip into Salt Lake City, where I walked like a hung over zombie into the excited arms of my family. All this was supposed to happen, but not until December—at least in my plan that is.  However, a loving Heavenly Father took over my life and watched me suffer with back pain in Australia. True He sustained me as long as I needed it, but it came to the point where the pain in my back was far too great for me to even leave the house. Then like the loving father that He is, God gave me a solution.

(my work place-where I invited others to learn about Christ)

I got the call from Sister Henderson on a Monday morning while I was lying in bed studying Chinese. My companion, Sister Ng handed me the phone, requesting I put it on speaker. As Sister Henderson talked to me and told me I had a decision to make—whether to endure the pain and risk it getting worse, or go home to family doctors—my heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest by some unseen force. Why couldn’t they just tell me what to do? Why did I have to make the decision?

Never in my life have I prayed so sincerely and so direct. Even on days when I thought I couldn’t take one more step because the pain was so severe, did I pray as hard as I prayed after I hung up the phone with Sister Henderson. With tear stained cheeks, I got down on my knees and I pleaded with Heavenly Father to be able to stay in Australia until December. I just knew it was a righteous desire, and so obviously that’s what God would help me fulfill. I am now a living witness of Dallin H. Oak’s  “good, better, best” talk. As I prayed and fasted throughout the day I came to realize my righteous desire was “good” but it was not what was “best” for me, nor for the life my Heavenly Father has in store for me.

As I pondered and re-pondered the idea of staying in Australia, a huge headache came upon me, and I felt farther and farther away from the Holy Spirit. I kicked my gear up a notch and read my scriptures and then I decided I should reread my study journal. I flipped back a couple of pages and started to read. Nothing seemed to stand out to me. Beginning to get discouraged that the answer I needed by the following day was nowhere in sight, I read more frantically. Finally, I came upon the journal entry the day I went to the back surgeon. Among my many insights from reading the Book of Mormon, was a random line of revelation, which read, “You will go home early. The Lord will take care of you.” Short simple and clear. I had had my answer all along.

Not wanting to make a mistake on the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make I asked Sister Ng if she would pray with me to see if this was the right decision. As we knelt together in prayer, my headache dissipated and peace that Sister Ng and I hadn’t felt before settled into our tiny apartment like the warmth and comfort of a cherished childhood blanket. We had our answer. Now I just had to press forward.

With all the love and support of President and Sister Henderson, we prepared for my departure. I left with a large group of honorable missionaries, and I was part of the group. I served the Lord with all my “heart, might, mind and strength” as it says in D&C 4. I followed promptings to talk to people and invite them to accept Christ into their lives, and I followed the prompting to go home.

No longer am I in my beloved Australia. I am in a new time zone now. I am high up in the Utah Mountains. I am going to doctors twice a week and seeing improvements with my back.  There are moments when my heart aches to be back in Australia teaching the beautiful Chinese people I’ve come to love so very, very much. Moments pass by when I wonder what in the world was I thinking, but then I kneel down on my knees and again I plead with Heavenly Father to comfort my soul. Do I know exactly why I am home right now? No, I have many guesses, but the answer is not yet completely formed. I live day to day, just as I did in Australia, doing my best to love the new faces around me, while keeping the faces of Australia tattooed on my heart.

I loved being a full-time missionary. It has been the best 14 months of my life thus far. I am on a new mission now to live life to it’s fullest by following in the footsteps of my Savior Jesus Christ. The path I have chosen is not popular, but as Robert Frost wrote, “I doubted if ever I should turn back.”

(For them my love can't be put into words)

Can you feel the Love?

To answer the question of today, yes, I can feel the love. I feel the love of my family and friends who stretch across the world, and I feel the love of my Savior, in what has been a most trying week of working through pain, and then finally going to the doctors.

Tuesday was the Chinese Regional Meeting we have quarterly and I loved it. It is such a pleasure and a sacred honor of my Heavenly Father to be a part of such a unique program. As I looked around at my fellow Australian Chinese missionaries I noticed that with the last batch of Chinese missionaries that left, I am now among the more experienced missionaries. That hit me quite hard, because that means my mission is quickly coming to its end. Then I felt overwhelming peace because I have been working hard to invite others to come unto Christ, and as long as I continue to do this, I can help these younger missionaries feel the excitement that lives within missionary work.

Wednesday Sister Ng and I were out in the streets talking to people as all the shops were closing down and hardly anyone was in the city. This is the hard part of the day because you can't go home, and yet there aren't many people to talk to. However, I stood in the middle of Queen Street, where three months ago I stood with feelings of inadequacy and fear because of the vastness of the city compared to the one bus stop in SunnyBank, but with complete and utter calmness. I scanned the street looking for the one the Spirit wanted me to talk to. My eyes landed on an Asian boy sitting by himself eating some Hungry Jacks.

I went over, and because of the pain in my back, sat right down instead of standing and talking to him as I usually do. We began to talk and this man, Parash, began to ask questions of the soul that can only be answered from the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I taught him a lesson, right there on the street, about how God loves all His children and wants them to be happy in this life. Parash just sat and smiled saying, "Sounds good sounds good." When I invited Parash to continue meeting with missionaries to learn more, he accepted the invitation by thanking me! I felt so humbled and so grateful to be entrusted with this sacred calling of inviting others to learn more about Jesus Christ.

Thursday was the doctor. The good news is I am not in need of surgery. The bad news is I am stuck resting, unless we have a lesson, until a decision is made about my health. Sister Ng and I have struggled being indoors all day, but we are trying to be positive. Even though some may think God has left us alone, I know and can feel my Heavenly Father's love for both of us. There has been a special Spirit in our flat that I can only describe as the love of my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

There's a peace in my heart

That puts me to my knees

Practicing patience, as I wait

For the words, loving and smart.

For in his hands, I've put my fate.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

Is the question some will ask.

"He's put you through pain and sorrow!"

"No," I'll reply, "He gives me reason to sing.

His love and mercy, I freely borrow."

This, this is no punishment from His hand

Trials, big or small, never are.

I'm a child with His love

Counted as one among the grains of sand.

So on my knees I'll stay, praying to Father above.

I thank you all for your support. I pray that you all know that God is there for me, and for YOU! He is all powerful. This I know to be true and will never deny in the name of my Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, amen.

Can You Feel the Love?

To answer the question of today, yes, I can feel the love. I feel the love of my family and friends who stretch across the world, and I feel the love of my Savior, in what has been a most trying week of working through pain, and then finally going to the doctors.

Tuesday was the Chinese Regional Meeting we have quarterly and I loved it. It is such a pleasure and a sacred honor of my Heavenly Father to be a part of such a unique program. As I looked around at my fellow Australian Chinese missionaries I noticed that with the last batch of Chinese missionaries that left, I am now among the more experienced missionaries. That hit me quite hard, because that means my mission is quickly coming to its end. Then I felt overwhelming peace because I have been working hard to invite others to come unto Christ, and as long as I continue to do this, I can help these younger missionaries feel the excitement that lives within missionary work.

Wednesday Sister Ng and I were out in the streets talking to people as all the shops were closing down and hardly anyone was in the city. This is the hard part of the day because you can't go home, and yet there aren't many people to talk to. However, I stood in the middle of Queen Street, where three months ago I stood with feelings of inadequacy and fear because of the vastness of the city compared to the one bus stop in SunnyBank, but with complete and utter calmness. I scanned the street looking for the one the Spirit wanted me to talk to. My eyes landed on an Asian boy sitting by himself eating some Hungry Jacks.

I went over, and because of the pain in my back, sat right down instead of standing and talking to him as I usually do. We began to talk and this man, Parash, began to ask questions of the soul that can only be answered from the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I taught him a lesson, right there on the street, about how God loves all His children and wants them to be happy in this life. Parash just sat and smiled saying, "Sounds good sounds good." When I invited Parash to continue meeting with missionaries to learn more, he accepted the invitation by thanking me! I felt so humbled and so grateful to be entrusted with this sacred calling of inviting others to learn more about Jesus Christ.

Thursday was the doctor. The good news is I am not in need of surgery. The bad news is I am stuck resting, unless we have a lesson, until a decision is made about my health. Sister Ng and I have struggled being indoors all day, but we are trying to be positive. Even though some may think God has left us alone, I know and can feel my Heavenly Father's love for both of us. There has been a special Spirit in our flat that I can only describe as the love of my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

There's a peace in my heart

That puts me to my knees

Practicing patience, as I wait

For the words, loving and smart.

For in his hands, I've put my fate.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

Is the question some will ask.

"He's put you through pain and sorrow!"

"No," I'll reply, "He gives me reason to sing.

His love and mercy, I freely borrow."

This, this is no punishment from His hand

Trials, big or small, never are.

I'm a child with His love

Counted as one among the grains of sand.

So on my knees I'll stay, praying to Father above.

I thank you all for your support. I pray that you all know that God is there for me, and for YOU! He is all powerful. This I know to be true and will never deny in the name of my Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, amen.

Daily Dosages

This past week I have had the opportunity to practice the gospel principle of "enduring to the end." One thing I have learned is that the enduring is never done alone and the end, though it may seem out of reach, is never too far from grasp with the Lord's helping hand always extended.

Tuesday we had quite the treat one of the AP's came to our District Meeting and gave a training. Elder Choi is probably my favorite AP simply because he doesn't act like an AP. He acts like a missionary who loves the Lord, loves those he serves, and loves to have fun. Too often AP's are so serious once they become Assistant to the President because they think they are extra special or something. Elder Choi is humble down to earth and isn't afraid to smile, joke, around, and learn from his fellow missionaries. Elder Choi also has a strong spirit about him that allows all around him to act in a more dignified way.

Elder Choi's training was on prayer. He asked me and another Elder to do a scenario where I was "praying" but in a very demanding way. Afterwards our district evaluated and discussed what was wrong with that prayer. Then we did round two of the same scenario, but this time my prayer was humble and submissive and I waited for an answer from Heavenly Father. My reply from "Heavenly Father" (the other elder) was that He knew what I was going through and that I should find peace while waiting for the blessings I had inquired about in my prayer. Afterwards we, as a district, took time to discuss how we can better pray to Heavenly Father. As we discussed I felt the Holy Ghost confirm to me that my pleading prayers about my back my ability to do missionary work and my family, were all in accordance with what Elder Choi was teaching. I felt Heavenly Father's love for me and it was as if He told me right then and there, "You are being respectful to my plan for your life. No worries, it'll all come forth soon." This was my first dosage of comfort that seemed to fill my soul with the needed amount of hope to get through one day more.

Wednesday was trade-offs with my beloved Sister Fau! Oh how I cherish this sister of mine. Sister Fau made sure I got my daily rest, but then we went to work. She had made sure to have many lessons planned so that there would be little to no walking during the day. We were truly blessed to teach some amazing people. One guy we taught, Josh, was at the share house of some of the members in the YSA ward. He was the friend of one of the girls that is over 30 and so she has been moved into the family ward. Josh has a very strong Christian background, which was weird for me, but a sincere desire to change his life right now and to find truth. We taught him the plan of salvation, but this time I got to see what it is like to teach someone who already knows much of this plan and then expound upon the knowledge they already have with scriptures from both the Bible and the Book of Mormon. As we came to the topic of the Atonement, I asked what Josh knew. He had a pretty basic understanding, but what he didn't know was that Christ's suffering in the Garden of Gethsemane was what takes away all our sins AND sufferings. We shared Alma 7:10-12 and were able to expound Josh's knowledge about the enabling power of the Atonement! It was great! At the end of the lesson Josh still had some concerns, especially about authority, but Sister Fau and I invited him to ask in sincere prayer if what we had taught was true or not and he agreed. Then as Josh said the closing prayer he opened up completely to Heavenly Father and asked God to not only let him know if what we had taught was true, but to also let him know if what he believed was wrong in some way. Never in my mission had I heard such a sincere prayer! After Josh said, "Amen," he just kept his hands over his face and we could hear him crying a little bit. It was so tender! I know that God will answer his prayer, especially if Josh continues to have such and open heart to change!

At the end of trade-offs I didn't want to part with Sister Fau. We get along so well and I just love being with her. At evaluations she simply just told me to keep on going with trust in Heavenly Father's plan. She said she hoped that one day we could be companions longer than 24hrs and I agreed. My Spirit was lifted and again I was reminded by my Heavenly Father that He is helping me push through the days until my doctor's appointment.

Thursday was Sports Night, oh how I love Sports Night! I love seeing all the Chinese people gather together to play games and just relax a little bit. Before Sports Night started we gave Tony a tour of the church. We finally figured out why he has been avoiding coming to church! He watched a scary movie that took place in an old church with torture dungeons and who knows what other scary garbage, and so he was worried that our church was a secret torture venue or something. Ridiculous I know, but I give Satan creativity points on this one. However, the power of a dedicated house of the Lord will always and forever trump Satan, no matter how creative he is. As we showed Tony around the chapel, he checked every closed door and even made us take him down to the garage, but there was a smile on his face as he slowly but surely realized that this was a house of worship, not torture. At the end of our tour we asked him if it was scary, to which he replied, "Not at all." Obviously.

Then at Sports Night there was a cute girl that came from SunnyBank with her husband who is a member. Doris, such a cute girl, saw me sitting on the couch resting my back and came to talk to me. We sat there for the whole hour just talking and talking--in complete Chinese!!! She was so cute and so interested in my life and I was interested in her life. She was amazed that many people in our church like the idea of getting married earlier rather than putting it off, because that is something she and her husband did, and got put down by many people for it. I felt my heart expand as I talked to one of God's beautiful Chinese daughters and I also felt God's love for me. Another dosage from Heavenly Father giving me the energy to keep pushin' along.

Saturday night, at the end of weekly planning, Sister Ng and I had companionship inventory. This is the time we take to tell each other what we want to improve and what we appreciate about one another. Sister Ng, who has been so faithful, caring, and patient through all this mess with my physical health, gave me another dosage of Heavenly Father's love as she explained how she is trying to help me. She asked if I felt like it was rude of her to have stopped asking how I am doing. I told her I was actually glad she stopped because nothing has really changed and when people ask me how I am doing it is just a reminder that I am not 100% right now. Sister Ng said she knew that and that was why she had stopped asking me, then she went on to explain how much she loves me and how much she admires the way I am persevering. I was able to express my deep gratitude for the way she has listened to the Spirit in knowing how to "handle with care" her crippled companion. It was a tender mercy of the Lord for us to just praise each other and then at the end praise Heavenly Father for putting us together with the knowledge that we would go through so much together. I truly am grateful for Sister Ng.

Now I wait. I continue to receive daily dosages of spiritual strength from my Heavenly Father as I endure to this Thursday when I will meet with the back specialist and he will help me know what to do to get better. I am confident that Heavenly Father loves me and all of His children. I know that I wouldn't be able to go through this challenge without the Gospel of Jesus Christ and my faith that leads me to hope for happier days ahead. I am grateful to all or you, for support, prayers, and love. Love you all!

Power of Prayer

Well is has been a short, but eventful, four days since I last sat down at a computer. May I just begin by expressing my sincerest gratitude to all of you who are praying in my behalf. I can feel the power that is coming from my Heavenly Father each day and I know that it is not only from my personal prayers, but from the many prayers of my friends and family as well. Thank you.

Thursday was Zone Meeting and my Zone Leader, Elder Kahi, asked me to give a short 2-4 minute experience about someone's conversion through prayer that I have a close relationship with. As I pondered this and prepared to share I thought of my dear sister. I can still remember doing my homework late one night freshman year when I got a call from Addie. I was quite surprised she was calling so late at night and so I quickly answered it. She shared with me a personal experience about how Heavenly Father gave her comfort and answered one of her prayers. I shared this with my Zone and man was the Spirit present. It it me like a brick wall and I felt like I could hardly move as I also felt Heavenly Father's love encircle me. It was a great experince that provided me with spiritual strength, which I desperately need each day seeing as my physical strength is slowly diminishing.

Spiritual strength is the only way I am able to do missionary work these days. When I got my MRI results, Sister Henderson took a picture and gave them to the Area Doctor, who also happens to specialize in backs. Thursday night she called me to tell Sister Ng and congratulations on our baptisms the past month which contributed to the June 106. I think that was just to soften me up because then she got to the nitty-gritty and told me what the doctor said. According to the MRI results I will more than likely need surgery. There are rare occasions where with lots of rest the back will heal itself over time, but usually surgery is required to fix this kind of problem. Sister Henderson told me not to fret too much until the 17th when I see the specialist, but she told me she wants to come with me. So, right now I wait, for everything will be unfolded on the 17th of July. That night I knelt in prayer and asked Heavenly Father for a peace of mind.

Friday morning I woke up in the most debilitating pain I have ever experience in my life. The pain was so intense that I had to throw up a couple of times. I tell you all this, not so that you can feel sorry for me--I beg of you please don't feel sorry for me--rather I share this with you all as a testimony that Heavenly Father answers prayers. As I laid curled up in a ball on my bed in pain I called out to my Father in Heaven, "Heavenly Father I can't take this on my own! I need your help to endure this. Please help me." The pain did not leave, but I felt like someone was hugging me tight letting me know that I was not alone in this pain. My mind was brought to the Atonement on my Savior and the suffering He experienced in the Garden of Gethsemane. How the angel came to his side and placed his hand on our Savior's back to comfort him in his suffering. I have no idea the kind of pain that Christ endured, no mortal can fathom his pain and suffering, but this much I know, that because what happened in the Garden of Gethsemane I was able to feel the the Savior's presence in my affliction. As it says in Luke 22:43 "And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him." I received strength to endure and wise counsel from Sister Henderson to stay in for the day.
Saturday I was able to see the Lord bless Sister Ng and I even more. We had much success and many miracles on Saturday with the ability to reach our goal for member present lessons and the ability to find a new investigator just before we had to leave the city. It was 5:50 and we had ten more minutes until we weren't allowed to be in the city anymore. There was one person at the bus stop in the city and he happened to also be a Chinese man. Sister Ng went over to talk to him and I stood to the side. As I looked at the time, I realized that this man was our last hope for accomplishing our goal of having a new investigator. So I bowed my head in prayer and asked Heavenly Father to soften his heart so that Sister Ng would be able to let him feel of the Holy Ghost and then he would have a desire to learn more. I lifted up my head and watched the miracle unfold before my eyes. Sister Ng tried to get his number and at first he just shook his head. Then I saw her teach him about the power of prayer and his countenance changed. I saw her open her planner and point to a day and time and saw him nod his head and then offer his phone number. My prayer was answered! My prayer gave my companion strength to use the Holy Spirit to pierce that man's heart so tenderly that he gained a desire to learn more. The power of prayer is real.
I will close with last night's answer to my prayer "Heavenly Father, am I doing all I can in my physically weakened condition?"
After church yesterday was the YSA fast breaker. Babs, a member from SunnyBank who moved to the farms, showed up with Rachel, another beloved member from SunnyBank. I was thrilled to see them and we just began to talk and talk, in Chinese of course. I was so excited to see them and to hear of how their testimonies have grown in the past couple of months, especially Babs because working on the farms can be so strenuous. As I talked to them I felt my ability to love them grow as I am now able to communicate with them fully, both speaking in Chinese and understanding what they say back to me in response. I was so engrossed by our conversation that I didn't notice one of the members standing nearby watching us until some time later. When I said, "Hello" he came over and told me his girlfriend, one of the Relief Society teachers and a girl I had only spoken to once before about her mission in Salt Lake and why I decided to come on a mission, felt prompted to tell me I was a good missionary. She is in New Zealand right now and wanted to tell me herself, but felt prompted that I needed to hear it sooner rather than later. Once again the Lord answered my humble prayer, this time through another person following the promptings of the Holy Ghost.
I invite you revere the ability we have to communicate with our Father above. It has been a huge blessing in my life and I really don't know what I would do without it. It is such a blessing my my life. The time I spend on my knees has become so precious to me. The prayers that have and continue to be said in my behalf are my source of power. I love you all. Thank you so very much!

Mission Milestones

Mission Milestones. I reached and our mission reached many milestones this past week that has me filled with the utmost joy and strengthened my testimony that Heavenly Father is always here, and will never leave us alone. Never.

The first missionary milestone reached this past week was my 1 year mark! ONE YEAR! I have been serving the Lord with all I have for 365 days plus and as I have had time to reflect this I am so happy to be doing what I am doing. Just last night when I couldn't sleep, I could feel my heart growing. I realized that I love the Chinese people here. I love the members, I love the investigators, and I love speaking to them in Chinese. Though there are many things I do not understand about the culture those things no longer bother me, because my heart simply embraces these sons and daughters of Heavenly Father and loves them. So how did I celebrate? Well Sister Ng and I went on an adventure to get an

Second missionary milestone was Ayako! She was baptized on Saturday. She is my first girl investigator to be baptized. Up until this point in my mission I have only baptized males. That is no longer the case as my sweet friend from Japan was baptized. She was so cute! After she came up out of the water she just stood there for a moment and then clenched both fists and shook them as if to say, "Yes! That was great." Such faith she has. She doesn't understand much that goes on in church, but she is there every Sunday and now she is starting to attend institute as well! She is excited about temples and found out there is one near her home in Japan and was so ecstatic to tell us about her discovery.

The last mission milestone is for our whole mission. We had a goal for the month of June to baptize 100 converts. Monday morning on a special conference call with President and Sister Henderson they told us that we not only reached our goal, but surpassed it with 105 baptisms in June! Elder and Sister Hamula were on the conference call as well, and congratulated our mission for going the extra mile and reaching for higher heights. Then when President and Sister Henderson came to our flats on Monday for "on the road interviews" they congratulated our flat because Sister Ng and I had two baptisms and so did Sister Cabamongan and Chen! We were contributors to the mission's success! 

So much has happened in the past week that I just don't really know where to begin, such is the case each time P-day is on Wednesday! Too much happens in 9 days! Good thing I am a firm believer in keeping a daily journal.

Numerous miracles also occurred this week. Many times during the week we would have no lessons planned and the thought of walking through the city all day would put Sister Ng and I to our knees to plead with the Lord to give us some appointments so that I would be able to rest. We didn't GQ for a whole day once this week. The Lord always provided us with one or more lessons a day.

MRI! I did get to drive and that is always fun here in Australia because it's on the left side of the road and all. It was my first time to get an MRI and so I had no idea what was going to happen. They gave me one of those high fashion hospital gowns, laid me down on the table and then asked, "Is pop music okay?" I must be a real missionary, because I am pretty sure I made a face that suggested I hadn't ever listened to pop music in my life. They quickly offered classical as an alternative, which I gladly accepted. The MRI report is hard to understand for my non-science oriented mind, but something is wrong with my S1 nerve. Now I just wait to see a specialist later this month. All is well, miracles continue to occur.

On Wednesday we taught our investigator Linda, who is a bit older and been through more horrors in life than I hope to never experience. We showed her the video "Finding Faith in Christ" where it outlines the life of Christ. After the video Linda asked if Christ really did miraculously heal all those people. We told her yes and that miracles like that still occur today. She asked how, and so we explained the Priesthood and how it is a gift from God that has healing powers. She then asked if it were possible for her to receive one of those kinds of blessings. Luckily, new missionary training was going on at the chapel where we were teaching and so there were plenty of worthy Priesthood holders. We got the office elders to help us give Linda a blessing. Afterwards she just gave many many thanks to the elders, and even though the blessing was in English and she couldn't understand she could as she said, "feel the power fill her soul." Pretty incredible.

Friday was a bit emotional. We had a lesson with a less active at the church, and it just so happened to be leadership training as well, so all the Assistants, Zone Leaders, Sister Training Leaders, and President and Sister Henderson were all there. We finished our lesson the same time they started to eat lunch and take a break. President Henderson saw Sister Ng and I and said, "I want to meet with you two." So he sat us down and began to unfold for us his vision of why we had been placed over two wards. He told us that he feels that the Lord wants to bless us with a family to baptize and so we need to be in a Family Ward. He told us he wants us to continue to work with the YSA ward as well and keep baptizing in there as well. We were glad to finally have some understanding and some guidelines, such as no longer having to attend 6 hours of church, though we should still attend both wards, just not all the meetings. I also felt a lot of pressure. Probably didn't help that I was tired and in pain, but as I Sister Ng and I stood up to leave after President went to talk to other missionaries, I began to shake. I dropped everything because my hands were shaking, and finally I just leaned against the wall and began to sob. Tears of pain and tears of inadequacy fell down my face in a black mascara mess. Sister Ng handed me tissue and gently rubbed my back. My small 110lb companion forced me to walk forward past all my leaders until we found Sister Henderson. As Sister Ng explained that my pain was just getting worse, Sister Henderson looked at me with love and concern. Then President came over and looked at me and said, "Can I be your mission president? Stop feeling like you are not a good missionary. Take time to rest and do what you can. The Lord is pleased with your sacrifices and he has blessed you with a patient companion. Sister Ng is blessed with extra study time. Now trust in the Lord and do what you can." Tears stop, the weight on my shoulders was lifted and the Holy Ghost bore witness to me that what President Henderson said was true. The miracle is that my battle is no longer with my mind, only with my back pain.

The last miracle has boosted my faith in the Chinese people. Rarely, do you see Chinese people show the more tender sides of emotion, such as crying, and I am a huge baby sometimes, especially when the Spirit is strong. It has always been a little desire of mine to teach a lesson so powerful that the Spirit just penetrates an investigator and they cry. Last night we taught a girl named Sandy, from Taiwan. It was a simple lesson where we only taught Heavenly Father, prayer, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost. We had a great member present with us from SunnyBank, and everything was going as it usually does. When we started to share about the way the Holy Ghost communicates with us I felt a change in the air, as the Holy Ghost settled in the tiny church classroom. Then we asked Sandy to say the closing prayer for us. She said a beautiful prayer and after we had all said "amen" I looked up and there was Sandy crying. She just said she felt so much peace and love. I was then able to share about the Holy Ghost sometimes communicating to me so strongly that it brings tears to my eyes as well. It was a beautiful sight to behold. I love the Holy Ghost. I encourage all to live worthy of his guidance and of his peace that only the Spirit can bring into life.

I love you all and am greatly appreciative of your prayers. They are being felt each day as I press on. We had interviews with President Henderson this past week as well and he told me they are going to do everything they can to get me fixed while I am still in Australia. I am happy about that, I am not ready to leave this giant country quite yet.

 

1) Ayako's Batism

2) Ayako Sister Ng and me and Phil, her fellowship, translator and now BOYFRIEND! Talk about good fellowship hahah

 

Grateful in Any Circumstances

This past week I have had no real improvement in my back and have gotten quite frustrated that I continue to struggle in pain, and yet there seems to be no solution. Then in my personal study this week I have read more than once the talk by President Uchtdorf from last General Conference titled "Grateful in Any Circumstances." Please click here for a short snip-it of what helped me most this week.

So what did I have to grateful for this past week? My back is still in pain. I don't have a doctor's appointment scheduled until July, and all they can tell me is to rest, which has been hard seeing I don't sleep at night. But, my beloved friends, family and anyone else who might be reading this blog, I can tell you my heart is FULL of gratitude towards my Heavenly Father right now. Through this trial it has never crossed my mind once that we don't have a living Heavenly Father who LOVES us, and wants us to succeed. Though I have had to access the power of Christ's Atonement in a much deeper way than I ever knew possible, it has strengthened my testimony and helped me to press onward each and every day.

The first thing I have to be grateful for is Sister Henderson, who is in tune with the Spirit. As stated earlier, sleeping at night simply does not happen anymore. The pain keeps me awake and I just lay down and ponder life. Sometimes I am able to close my eyes for an hour or so, but it isn't really sleeping as I can consciously here my companion's breathing or the animals outside. Wednesday morning I was about done for. I had taken my shower, was making breakfast, and was close to tears because I was just so tired. Then the phone rang. It was Sister Henderson. She said she'd been worried about me and gave me strict instructions to take an 1 1/2 lunch from now on to eat quickly and then sleep for at least an hour. As soon as I hung up the phone, I fell to my knees in prayer and utmost gratitude to my Heavenly Father. For some reason, most likely the intervention of my Heavenly Father, I am able to sleep sound for one hour during lunch with the sun bathing my bed in light. Though I am still tired, that one hour each day gives me the needed energy to go out and work.

The second thing I have to be grateful for is Ayako. Our dear Japanese investigator who just brightens my day whenever I see her. Last week on P-day I downloaded a talk by President Monson in Japanese. Then we asked our member present, Phil, to bring along his computer to the lesson with Ayako. It happened to be Phil's first time to hear President Monson talk as well. As I watched their faces intently watch President Monson my heart was filled with the Spirit. Though I could not understand the words being spoken, the Spirit bore witness to me of President Thomas S. Monson's divine role as prophet, seer and revelator. Then at the end Ayako said in her simple English, "I feel it is very good." She is now ready to be baptized this Saturday. I am so excited for her and for Phil because it will be his first time to use his recently obtained Aaronic Priesthood.

The third thing was something I decided to put into action from President Uchtdorf's talk where he said, "This is not a gratitude of the lips but of the soul. It is a gratitude that heals the heart and expands the mind." As I was facing sadness this week from not being able to work as hard as my heart desired because of physical restrictions, I was given an opportunity to serve a recent convert in the ward, Ben. Ben's birthday was on Friday and Sister Ng wanted to make him a cake, but knows nothing about cooking, let alone baking. It was our dinner hour and all I wanted to do was lay down and rest my back and wallow is self-pity for a few minutes. Then I thought of President Uchtdorf's talk about how gratitude can change our souls. Instead of laying down, I went into the kitchen and started making a cake. As I made the cake, I could feel the sadness that had rested in my heart all day begin to fade away and I felt joy instead. I felt excitement to see Ben's face when we would give him the cake. I felt my heart heal and my mind did expand as I realized the power of a simple kind act of service.
Lastly, transfers. I know I told you all last week that Sister Ng and I would be staying put, but it turns out that that is only 1/2 true. We are still living in the same flat with Sister Chen and Cabamongan, but we are no longer serving in the YSA ward, rather we have been put into the Brisbane Ward, full of kids and families and only two Chinese members. A challenge lies ahead of us for sure as we have been commissioned to try to baptize Chinese people into a ward with no Chinese programs set up. Thankfully, we are able to keep all of our investigators who are attending the YSA ward, but that means two correlation meetings, two ward councils to organize with and six hours of church for the next couple of Sundays. Yesterday was crazy as we did all this for the first time. I am still not sure why we are the only Chinese missionaries in this ward, or why the Lord wants us here, but we have been warmly welcomed! Last night we had a dinner appointment for the first time in ages! Our meal calender is already filled with more names than I have ever seen in my entire mission. This ward is SO happy to have sisters! It is a little daunting because we literally know no one, but that is our goal for the next couple of weeks--to get to know the ward and invite them to help Chinese people feel welcome at church. We are going to be well cared for at least and that is something to be grateful for!
President Uchtdorf said, "When we are grateful to God in our circumstances, we can experience gentle peace in the midst of tribulation. In grief, we can still lift up our hearts in praise. In pain, we can glory in Christ’s Atonement. In the cold of bitter sorrow, we can experience the closeness and warmth of heaven’s embrace." I testify, with my personal experiences these past couple of weeks, that this is true. Heavenly Father is aware of us, He is there to comfort us, and for that comfort and peace He offers I will forever be grateful. I love you all, I appreciate the prayers that have been said in my behalf, and I love the Lord, even Jesus Christ.