06 January 2010

we need to have the same rhythm

Happy January in the year of two thousand and ten.

I slept through the New Year. Boring, maybe. The life of a missionary. We were required to return home by 8:00 pm but the sound of fire crackers and parties were well heard through our walls. I did spend the eve teaching and we might have thrown in a dance party with an investigator. (The film will not be seen until I am 100% released.)

I bought myself a nice shiny black helmet, a sturdy lock, and a tire pump. I imagine you know what this all means...I am not a bike missionary. Only a few cities in the mission have this wonderful privilege and I finally convinced my co it was the thing to do. Plus everyone laughs at us because of our helmets and I love it. It has been much too long since my bicycle was stolen and I still remember how to ride! I thought I enjoyed a bike ride before the mission, I love it even more on the mission because I can be a missionary and cruise the streets of Como. Yes, I am a happy missionary. My co is learning to keep up.

This week I thoroughly enjoyed our finding work going door to door. Specifically one moment in particular. Signora Noemi. She took about 1 minute to unlock the door, which seems like an eternity when you are waiting, anxious and nervous. She opened a crack just enough to see her eyes and paintings that covered her wall. My companion started our introduction and the lady seemed less than interested, I jumped in and asked if she had painted those pictures on the wall. She smiled and flung the door open and responded with a proud SI! She quickly ushered us in to show us all her art. Murals to little wooden figures. Antique bibles to photographs. We made a connection with her since my companion is an artist and I pretend at times. She loved us immediately. We were able to talk about our service as missionaries and the Book of Mormon. This Saturday we are returning to bring her the book that will change her life.

This past month I have been re-reading the Book of Mormon doing a special study of the doctrines and Christ. As I teach people about the Book of Mormon I realize how much my life has changed due to the principles and truths that I read therein. Although it was written more than two thousand years ago I have a firm testimony that the Book of Mormon is the word of God and was written especially for our day. For me. For you. They labored diligently so that we would know to what source we can turn for a remission of our sins. It is a testimony of the Book of Mormon that truly gives someone the firm knowledge that we are children of a loving Heavenly Father and he is guiding us every step of the way.

love list:
I love the Book of Mormon.
I love retired, white, catholic missionaries that speak English like the Africans.
I love that our Bishop pulled out beer for Christmas lunch and it took me a second to realize it was non-alcoholic.
I love riding a bike and inviting people to hear the good news.
I love knocking doors to a man singing karaoke by himself.
I love my companion who tried to make bread in the microwave.
I love receiving new inspiration and changing my life to be a little better.
I love new years.
I love watching the changes and sacrifices people make in their lives to follow Jesus Christ.

I am here to be a missionary and representative of Jesus Christ. I am here to tell the world that Jesus Christ lives, and loves us. I am so happy to be here!

I know the party will go on without me, but we plan to party hardy without you too. :) I love you with all my banjo strings and heart stings. Happy wedding. Thanks for doing it right. I know my cardboard self knows how to get down on the dance floor too. I may just need a little assistance.

of the soul,
Sorella Frédérique Stone Carroll

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