Wednesday, January 21, 2015

My Year Mark!

Thursday will be my 31,536,000 seconds mark AKA my year mark. Crazy!!!

I'm no longer sick, woo! It was a two day stomach flu that knocked me out last week but I'm back on my grind now. What did I do this past week?

We went to this inter-faith dinner on Wednesday night called the Mariners. They are a group of Christians who get together to bond and share a dinner once a month. It was the turn of one of our members to host the dinner so they invited us to be the entertainment as well as the message! Elder Clavel played the piano and we both were invited to tell the group what we did and why we were out here. I felt the spirit for sure as I told the story of how my family came into contact with the church and how that has blessed our lives. Before we left, people came up to us and thanked us for being there. We made 30 or so new friends that night.

I went on exchanges with Elder Davis in Hanna as well. If those two names sound familiar, well they should be, because I started my mission in Hanna and I trained Elder Davis. We made some good visits and I got to see some more people I had not seen in 9 months. The guy from the rec center that we would do service for, Jim, got fired from his job for some  reason. Basically, some lady lied and it got him out of his job. He is in his 70's and when he saw me at his door he couldn't help but smile. "Boy oh boy is it good to see you!" You got to love old people, seriously. We saw the Burkes, a legit family who had twin 5 month olds when I was there but now they are over a year! It was fun to play with them (but not hold them of course!). The next morning we got up at 6:00 to go ball at the rec center. My shot was off for the first bit because my body was like why the heck are you even up and moving??! It was a fun time.

We play BINGO with the people at the nursing home twice a week. We have two cards of our own and help them check their card or repeat the numbers for them. We win candy and soda. Afterwards, we teach them a short lesson on the Gospel. Last week was God's plan for us, the Plan of Salvation. After the closing prayer, this little old Hispanic catholic lady wanted to say her Hail Marys so we let her. That was interesting. 

Things are pretty good overall. I just take it day by day and things get better.


Wyoming once again!

I'm in Wyoming once again. This time, Saratoga. This email will be short because I am sick with the stomach flu. I need to go home and rest.

We got to see Elder David A. Bednar on Friday. Let me testify that that man IS indeed one of the 15 prophets of the Lord on the Earth today. He was awesome. I wish I could write more but my whole body aches! 

Bro. McKenzie, my intern grandpa, took us out to lunch after the conference. What a guy!

I got to go to Hanna on exchanges and see all 6 people I had the blessed opportunity in teaching before they were baptized after I left. Now that, my friends, is a tender mercy of the Lord.

This email was so basic! These are some nice pictures though!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

"I only get one shot"

Awesome week 6! Other than the sad fact I am leaving this beloved place! I got the news Saturday that I will be outcast once again. This time it will be to Saratoga, Wyoming, known for its beautiful hot springs, Saratoga has a population of under 1700. Elder McBride is going home for a month before he goes to the MTC. Not sure if I explained this before but he is serving a trial mission because of his mild autism know as Asperger's. He bore his testimony yesterday and courageously stood at the pulpit and told people his story and how he is overcoming the social anxieties day after day. Our Bishop called this morning to tell him that the mother of a 12 year old boy in the congregation called him to let him know her son, who suffers from the same disorders, was very touched by Elder McBride's testimony. He will go home until Feb. 4th when he will enter the MTC. Feb. 17 he will be back in the Fort Collins Mission. Oddly enough, his parents live in Denver yet he still received his full time call here. With all of that, this ward will be "swept" or "whitewashed" or whatever you want to call it. We're both leaving. Hopefully the new guys are ready to work!

New Year's Eve was a huge party. Probably the biggest party I've ever been to! We had to be home by 6:30 and our members were watching a movie, so we couldn't hangout with them. We went into our room and just laid on our beds. It was the LAMEST New Year's ever. I will include a picture of how crunk McBride was getting. Party animal! 

We had our district meeting and took some funny pictures afterwards. None of transfer predictions were correct. I gave the training on prayer and it went well. I also played the piano for the opening and closing hymns. At the beginning of my mission, I could only read music (slightly) and now I can play a fair number of hymns competently. I think God helps us out when we are developing our talents to do His will. I want to play piano so I can help others sing praises to Him and I believe He has helped me learn by myself. 

I'm going to miss these people. They are awesome. I know more experiences and opportunities lay ahead of me on my mission journey. How humbling is it when people let you know they are appreciative of your service. Really makes you think about whose work this is. I testify that I am doing God's work, that this is true. Just as Joseph Smith, I have had experiences that solidify my testimony and let me know these things of myself. 

"I knew it, and knew that God knew it, and could not deny it, neither dared do it; at least knew that by so doing would offend God, and come under condemnation."

Finally, I wrote a poem (rap) the other morning because I couldn't sleep. I fell asleep Saturday night at 1:15 AM after my mind was racing with the upcoming transfer. I woke up at 4:30 and couldn't get back to sleep so I decided to write a poem. Please realize that this was written between the hours of 4:45-6:15 AM. Don't judge!
-E. Sell

This is a rap about my mission thus far.
Just a year left, it’s time to raise the bar.
Good or bad, this short time is the best.
Stay a minute while I get this beat off my chest.
Born into the darkness, started in the wild.
My daddy Wilson raised me. I was his 2nd child.
The dark didn’t faze me. It added to my fame.
I was Hanna’s protector, A.K.A. Elder Bain!
My time there was little cuz I got cut short.
It was a war zone in Greeley. She needed my support.
Never thought I could love again like my first.
I gave those people my heart, wow, it almost burst.
My time in Greeley was spent being dumb.
Never hit my potential. Frankly, I was a bum.
Corpus, Guy, Pena, Miller, Zavala, Blue,
Ramirez, Parker, Davis – my bros to name a few.
P-Ridge ward with Rhett Blackburn, my brother.
We brought swag to our work unlike any other.
The ward said, “Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
Call us Life Alert, boi, we helped that ward turn up.
Blackburn left for Rawlins and our dynamic duo died.
Luckily, I ended up with a new son, McBride.
Sounds like something you’d order off a menu,
But mess with him and he will surely end you.
Every new area means more family.
What I never thought possible – could it really be?
You think love has limits but it grows every day.
Charity never faileth when you do it Christ’s way.
I got chastised for sleepovers and ice skating.
But, looking back now I realize PKB wasn’t hating
Just like Jesus when He rebuked Simon Peter.
Now introducing *drum roll* your new District Leader.
Now I’m going back to where I was first outcast.
Just a different ward I’m bout’ to put on blast.
Time to step it up and give it all I got.
There’s one in the chamber. I only get one shot.