9 years ago yesterday
I left the MTC and
I arrived in the foreign land of Houston Texas,
where I'd live for the next 18 months.
I met my mission pres and his wife.
I was blessed to have 2 trainers whom I'd
love and admire in so many ways.
I was also introduced to the torta.
9 years ago today
I attended church in my new barrio.
I didn't understand much of what was going on
{in Spanish},
but I was thrilled to be there.
I received besos
{from hermanas that I didn't even know}.
Today, 9 years later,
I have been reflecting upon
those experiences I had.
I am so blessed.
I am so grateful.
The experiences I had
and the people I met
while I was in Texas
forever changed my life.
There's seriously not a day that goes by
that I don't think about those experiences.
Most importantly,
9 years later
I still have a testimony of
my Father in Heaven,
who knows and loves me,
That Jesus Christ is the Savior of the World
and he paid the price for you and me.
His church has been restored again.
We have a living prophet
who leads and guides us.
The Book of Mormon
teaches us more of
the plan of happiness
and how to return to
our heavenly home
to live with our
families forever.
