Sometimes I seriously miss my rock music. It's a physical
pain in my heart to not have Van Halen or Elvis playing when I've had a tough
day. Hard life.
Ok so this email is gonna be short because to be honest I
had a not so good week, mentally anyway. I was super homesick this week and it
wasn't fun. I did get a blessing from my bishop which helped. People say that
the members and missionaries you serve with become your family. Ok well that
hasn't happened for me yet and I really need it to happen soon because I am
already tired of being ignored all the time since I'm new.
Anyway let's focus on something positive. We helped a 94
year old woman clean her backyard on Tuesday. She fed us breakfast and we
listened to all her stories she has. I absolutely adore senior citizens. Quite
frankly, I get along with older people than I do with young adults my own age.
They are so interesting, older folks, and most 19-21 year olds are so boring
and immature. The spirit this woman had was incredible. I don't know how much
longer she has here on earth, but I am so glad to have met her. When I see her
again in the eternities I will hug her until her eyes bulge out. Her name is
Leah Gesek. Ah, old people are my favorite. <3 p="">
We still have not been able to get new investigators, but
we are working our tails off with less actives. It's just as important, and
it's actually easier to teach less actives. We have one less active who we have
been able to get to church for sacrament, which is great considering she hasn't
been to church in years.
I hugged a 96 year old man. I went to give home a
handshake but he said no, he's old enough to be my great grandfather, and he
made me hug him. It was adorable, not gonna lie.
Sister Hodge's iPad broke this week, so I decided to get
her a new one. She was super upset about hers not working but I managed to
cheer her up. (Pictures below) I am so freaking creative oh my gosh.
Saturday was an emotional day. It was the month mark
since my grandpa passed away. I got up and I was already done with the day. I
didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I was so homesick
that day, and I wanted to cry all day. I see the missionaries I serve with a
lot, but I really don't feel included with them. I don't feel accepted. They
have all served for so long already, and I kind of just sit and listen while
they all carry on about where they have served together. I got tired of being
ignored. I missed home. I miss my grandpa. So I kind of broke down in the
middle of an elders birthday party. Sister Hodge was super understanding and
helped me to feel better about my situation. I feel better today. I get better
every day. I hope I am with sister hodge until she goes home in November.
You cry a lot on your mission. If you don't you must not
have tear ducts.
I have come to understand the atonement better this week.
Jesus Christ died for me personally. He suffered for everything I have been
through. Because of what he did, I am atoned for. I can repent. I can retain a
remission for my sins. There was never a greater sacrifice made for the people
of this world. It's amazing to know this and to apply it in my life. I repent
every day, and as I do that I feel closer to my father in heaven. I want to
change for the better. I want to be a better person and missionary. I am doing
my best, and I know that the lord knows this. He loves me for me no matter
what. I am never alone though sometimes I feel like it. I love my Father in
Heaven. I love my Savior Jesus Christ. I would not trade my relationship with
them for anything in the world. The sacrament is so meaningful to me, I am
working to make it the highlight of my week.
I love you all so much. The only reason I am still here
is because of all of you. I am doing this for my God, myself, and for all of
you.
Thank you for all the prayers on my behalf. I would never
get anywhere without my friends and family. You are all my family. I love you.
I will see you again before we even know it.
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| Caroline made Sister Hodge a new I Pad because her other one was broken. |
Love,
Sister Caroline Ginn
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