tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66292574275178572262024-03-19T04:11:43.741-07:00Let Your Light so SHINEI'm Audrey! I'm a director at an international nonprofit, a wife, a soon to be momma, and a proud member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. This blog contains my spiritual thoughts as well as experiences from my life that I want to share. I hope you enjoy my blog :) Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-84251000775008954062020-01-28T15:51:00.000-08:002020-01-28T15:56:48.712-08:00New Beginnings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The several past years, my New Year's resolutions were ambitious. I had several categories (physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual) and several goals within each category. If I'm being completely honest, quite often those goals were forgotten by April and certainly not reached in December. I wanted to be better than I was, which is why I had such lofty ambitions, but this year as I sat down to set my goals I realized that such ambitions were not helping me get anywhere if I wasn't achieving them. I started to feel frustrated. How could I have failed year after year? <br />
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And then came the sweetest feeling of all. "<i>Be gentle with yourself</i>."<br />
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Under further reflection, I realized that although I didn't reach those very specific goals I had set for myself to grow, I had grown in other ways. I had bettered myself, I had served others, I had tried my best. And that seemed to matter most. <br />
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So what are my goals this year? Well, that's an easy one. <br />
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<b>1. Have a healthy baby. </b><br />
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<b>2. Continue to work on our healthy marriage. </b><br />
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<b>3. Be healthy (mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually) </b><br />
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and most of all, <b><i>be gentle with myself</i></b>. <br />
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Happy 2020 and here's to a gentle year of progression. <br />
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<br />Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-44218663158084146052019-12-08T13:03:00.000-08:002020-01-28T16:16:39.825-08:00For unto us a Son is givenI have never liked Christmas before now. It wasn't like I was Scrooge or the Grinch, wandering around hating Christmas. But I didn't enjoy the holiday as others seemed to or list it as one of my favorites. Perhaps this was because growing up with divorced parents, you rotate visitation on the Christmas holiday and traditions change. Maybe it's because I'm not a huge fan of the snow. Whatever it was, it didn't seem like Christmas was for me.<br />
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This year things are different, and I think that's because I'm finally recognizing the traditions that matter most to me and my family. More than that, I'm able to truly understand the miracle of the sweet baby boy Jesus, because I am preparing to have a sweet baby boy of my own.<br />
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I am now in my seventh month of pregnancy, the third trimester. We've kept it a fun secret until now but it's getting harder and harder to hide as our little boy grows. Jimmy and I wanted this baby with all of our hearts, and we are so excited and nervous and thankful and emotional about his upcoming arrival. We feel very blessed as we had tried for months to become pregnant and have had some pregnancy scares throughout this time. We feel God is with us and that He knows and loves us and our baby boy.<br />
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I now love the scripture more than ever, "<i>For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace</i>." While my child will not hold the responsibility or majesty that my sweet Savior did, I contemplate Mary's sacrifice to bring Him into the world with more seriousness. I view Him coming into the world as a child as divine.<br />
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Have you seen the Christ Child video yet? If not, (or if so!) I invite you to watch it and experience the miracle and the gratitude and the emotions of the Reason for the Season. How I love that I have Jesus Christ as my Savior and Brother. And what an innocent, sweet, way to enter this world, as one of us.<br />
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The fact that I am having a baby boy has shaped and changed the way I view this gospel and my relationship with God, our Heavenly Father. For example: today during the Sacrament, I contemplated forgiveness and long suffering. How can the Lord be merciful enough to constantly forgive me of sins and be patient as I continue to learn, all the while still loving me?<br />
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The answer came softly and surely: <i>because you are mine. </i><br />
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</i> I don't understand this completely yet. Perhaps I never will. But as I feel <b>life</b> move around in my own womb, I am humbled that God has given me a chance to <i>try </i>to understand.<br />
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I know I won't be a perfect mother. I'm terrified of having someone I love so much, someone I'm entrusted to take care of, learn all my mistakes and shortcomings. In fact, I felt very similarly right before my marriage. But I consider how empowering it has been for me to realize that my husband knows everything about me and still chooses to love me, and hopefully my child will too.<br />
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Something that I know is that I will love this child. No matter what he does, or chooses to be, I will love him. I have seen how much a child can hurt a mother with his or her choices. But I have also seen examples of amazing mothers that continue to love their children even after their hearts have been broken by them.<br />
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Thus God continues to love us, with long suffering and with patience. Thus He gives us forgiveness again and again and again. <b>Because we are His. </b>We might break his heart through our choices, we might cause Him pain and anguish through the decisions we make, but because we are His, the power of love will keep Him waiting and loving and forgiving us as long as He is able. He loves us the same whether we succeed or fail.<br />
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What a wonderful lesson. What an amazing blessing.<br />
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Merry Christmas from my growing family to you and yours,<br />
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<br />Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-84466756419318888342019-11-03T14:18:00.000-08:002019-11-03T14:18:04.779-08:00My Testimony to the WorldAlmost every Sunday, the members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints gather together in a chapel to partake of the bread and water (which we call in the Sacrament) in honor of Jesus Christ and to remember the sacrifice that He has made for us individually. After this ordinance of the Sacrament, we have a meeting in which talks or sermons are given, focused on the teachings of the scriptures, the principles of the Gospel (faith, repentance, baptism, the Gift of the Holy Ghost, enduring to the end), and on Jesus Christ Himself and his ultimate sacrifice and resurrection.<br />
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Every month, one of these services in dedicated to something that we call "Testimony Meeting". It is a special service, in which any member of the congregation is invited to stand before their fellow members and share what they believe-- share their tender, spiritual moments that they have had within the last month, share the trials and tribulations that they are experiencing or they have been carried through by our Savior the past month, share what they believe to be true within the gospel of Jesus Christ-- this is what we refer to as a "testimony". Many times my prayers have been answered by what someone has said during this monthly meeting. Many times I have felt the Spirit of God with me as I have recognized truth myself through others' words. Many times I receive strength when I am feeling weak in the faith from others' testimonies. I learn, I listen, I love.<br />
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I have recently felt the desire to share my testimony with the world, not just with my congregation. No matter your faith or religious beliefs, I think it can be beneficial for us to share our thoughts and opinions about God, about our own beliefs, about how to cope within the world that is turning so vile and wicked at times. I want to use this blog each month as a catalyst in order to share my testimony with my friends, family, and others who come across it. I hope my words serve as a beacon to those who need more faith and hope, or that I can be heard in my times of need by those who can help and support me. Sharing my testimony will be vulnerable, it will be new, but I feel it's the right thing to do. I won't have a set topic every month, but if there is something that you would like to hear about from me such as "Audrey, I would like to hear your testimony on what happens after we die." or "Audrey, I would like to hear your beliefs and thoughts of the concept of marriage being between a man and a woman." PLEASE leave a comment below or email/text me and I PROMISE YOU I will reply either personally or write a blog post, however you would like. I want to be open with the world!<br />
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Here is my testimony for the month of November 2019:<br />
This morning, before we took the sacrament, one of our church leaders asked us to reflect on the sacredness of the Sacrament. As we sang the sacrament hymn in preparation, I pondered on the fact that Jesus sacrificed Himself, or "gave himself for us, that the might redeem us from all iniquity" (Titus 2:14 KJV) as my husband and I had studied in the Bible the night before.<br />
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As I pondered, I realized that to me, the Sacrament represents repentance in the flesh and forgiveness of sins (along with many other representation but this is the one that is coming to mind now.) I am so humbled and <i>grateful</i> that repentance is even an option for me.<br />
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I reflected on past sins and mistakes that I have made in my life, even the most severe, and realized how clean I feel from those sins and how different of a person I am today because I repented of those sins. This is because of my Savior Jesus Christ.<br />
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I reflected on my lack of need to judge others. I thought about people that had hurt me in the past, people that had betrayed my trust, and felt nothing but love and forgiveness for those people, and a sincere hope for their well-being. This is because of Jesus Christ.<br />
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Deep gratitude lives within me for this absolute miracle that is true forgiveness and purification of my sins. What a miracle! What an incredible blessing.<br />
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In the prayer that is said each week before the broken bread is offered to the congregation, I hear the words,<br /><br />
"O God, the Eternal Father, we ask thee in the name of thy Son, Jesus Christ, to bless and sanctify this bread to the souls of all those who partake of it; that they may eat <i style="font-weight: bold;">in remembrance of the body of thy Son, </i>and witness unto thee, O God, the Eternal Father, that they are willing to take upon them the name of thy Son, <i style="font-weight: bold;">and always remember Him</i>, and keep his commandments which he hath given them, that they may always have his Spirit to be with them. Amen."<br />
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The prayer that is said before the blessed water is given is very similar.<br />
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"O God, the Eternal Father, we ask thee, in the name of thy Son, Jesus Christ, to bless and sanctify this water to the souls of all those who drink of it, that they may do it <b>in remembrance of the blood of thy Son</b>,<b> which was shed for them</b>, that they may witness unto thee, O God, the Eternal Father, <b>that they do always remember Him</b>, that they may have his Spirit to be with them. Amen.<br />
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The reason I share that is because I want you to see why I <i>love </i> the ordinance of the sacrament. <i>It is a reminder of Christ's sacrifice for me</i> and within that, a reminder of <b>HIS LOVE for me and for each one of us</b>. He wouldn't have suffered in the garden and on the cross if He didn't love us. As we partake of the bread and the water, we covenant to <i>always remember </i>Him and think of all that He has done for us---- because He loves us! And how I love Him!<br />
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I am grateful for a God that wipes away my sins. I am grateful for the feeling of being clean, of being forgiven. I am grateful for that love and gift of forgiveness being given to me as I go through life and experience people who are also going through their own mortal journeys, making mistakes. Life isn't perfect. It isn't easy. But oh how blessed am I to each week have something that helps me remember that I have a second chance (again and again and again) and that I have a Savior in Jesus Christ who absolutely loves me.<br />
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I am so thankful for this knowledge. I can't keep it to myself! I know God lives. I know we can be truly forgiven of our sins and feel the guilt and pain and emptiness wash away.<br />
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What a beautiful chance at life I have been given.<br />
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<i>In the name of Jesus Christ</i>, Amen.Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-79043157159837579112018-10-30T16:43:00.001-07:002018-10-30T16:47:56.908-07:00I am not a Mormon Before I begin, let me just say that I know it has been ages since I wrote a blog entry. I have wanted to, from time to time, and kept putting it off. But now, I wanted to write a post and knew that I could no longer put off the inevitable.<br />
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I'll update you quickly on my life. Since I last wrote, I met the love of my life, graduated from BYU in Spanish and Nonprofit Management, was hired as International Office Manager for Interweave Solutions (an international nonprofit) and then married my Jimmy. We have been married for two months, and while it's nothing close to perfect, we love each other very much.<br />
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My life is good, to say the least.<br />
But there is one thing that I do want to talk about in the post, and that is the fact that I am not a Mormon.<br />
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<b>I am not a Mormon. </b><br />
I don't want to be called a Mormon, though I am not offended if you choose to do so.<br />
I am not a Mormon, no, but <i>I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.</i><br />
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Lots of you are probably thinking, well that's stupid. It's just a nickname. Who cares?<br />
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I don't think that I've had many people call me a "Mormon" to insult me, though that has happened on occasion. But what I do think is that for my whole entire life, not very many people (including my friends of a Christian faith) knew that I was (or thought of me as) a Christian myself. That I believe in Christ. That I read the Bible and believe it to be the word of God. And, I'll admit, I could have clarified things much better to the world. But my identity always has been a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was baptized and confirmed into the Church, served a mission for the Church, all under Christ's name and commission.<br />
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Now, I called myself a Mormon for a long time. It was easy. I didn't think much of it. It was a common nickname, even used by the church itself. The nickname came because, in the Church of Jesus Christ, we believe the Book of Mormon to be the word of God, in addition to the Bible. It was written by ancient prophets of the Americas and translated by Joseph Smith. It testifies of God and of repentance and faith in His name. I know that Book to be the Word of God. But, concerning taking the nickname "Mormon" upon ourselves, our living prophet has recently asked us to refrain from settling with the nickname and instead reiterate the true name of the Church, even the name of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.<br />
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I believe in living prophets. I believe that in the time of the Bible, they lived and testified and prophesied of Christ. Abraham, Isaac, Jacob (Israel), Joseph, Isaiah, Peter, Paul. They lived their lives for the Savior. And as imperfect, holy men, they spoke as mouthpieces for the word of God.<br />
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Amos 3:7 "Surely the Lord God will do nothing, but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets."<br />
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I believe that there are still prophets who lead and guide us as God's people today. I believe our current prophet (not just for the Church, but God's mouthpiece to the world) to be President Russel M. Nelson.<br />
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Our prophet asked us to refrain from accepting the nickname "Mormon" or settling with it because he was commanded by the Lord to do so. I believe that Jesus Christ stands at the head of the Church that bears his name. And I don't want people to forget that.<br />
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I am not a Mormon.<br />
I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ.<br />
I made a covenant at my baptism to take His name upon me.<br />
I love Him.<br />
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In the Book of Mormon, Christ says to his prophet Alma, "Yea, blessed is this people who are willing to bear my name; for in my name shall they be called; and they are mine." (Mosiah 26:18)<br />
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President Russel M Nelson said of the issue, "It is <i>not </i>a name change. It is <i>not </i>rebranding. It is <i>not </i>cosmetic. It is <i>not </i>a whim. And it is <i>not </i>inconsequential. Instead, it <i>is </i>a correction. It <i>is </i>a command of the Lord."<br />
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Again in the Book of Mormon, when Jesus Christ appeared in the Americas, he counseled the people there, saying "Therefore, whatsoever ye shall do, ye shall do it in my name; therefore ye shall call the church in my name.... and how be it my church save it be called in my name? For if a church be called in Moses' name then it be Moses' church; or if it be called in the name of a man than it be the church of a man; but if it be called in my name then it is my church, if it so be that they are built upon my gospel." (3 Nephi 27:7-8).<br />
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I don't want people to call me "Mormon" anymore, because I do not belong to the Church of Mormon. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. So if you are going to call me something, or refer to me as something, I would be more than happy to be called a Christian.<br />
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I want to make it clear both to God and my fellow family and friends who I am and to what Church I belong to. If you have a different faith, please know that I do not think any less of you. If you have no faith, I don't think less of you either. But I know my faith, and I know what I believe, and I want to make that clear.<br />
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It's not easy. I am not sure and set in every single council and belief that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has. But I am a believer in what I have been taught and I seek the counsel of God and church leaders when something comes up that I do not quite understand, or that I don't agree with. I am not a blind follower. I have been giving an open door to leave. I have doubted at times. But I will not leave. Because I have seen too many miracles, felt the Spirit testify to my heart, and I know the Book of Mormon to be true. Those things keep me grounded.<br />
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Every week at Church, I am taught of Christ. I am counseled to seek a personal relationship with Christ, which I have chosen to do. He knows I am not perfect. But <b><i>I love Him</i></b>, and I take His name upon me.<br />
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So, in conclusion, I am not a Mormon. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And yes, it's a mouthful, but it's accurate.<br />
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I am proud to take upon me Christ's name.<br />
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<br />Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-31077894282349413992017-09-17T17:02:00.001-07:002017-09-17T17:17:50.267-07:00God's Plan of Salvation and Happiness (according to Aud) I believe we lived before we came to this earth. I was still Aud, just without a body. You were still you, but without your body. And we spent time with God and learned and loved and grew. And then one day, He came to us with a plan. And said there was something called Earth and that we would use all we had been learning about and apply it on this Earth He had prepared for us. But it was kind of like a test (ok very much a test), cause we wouldn't be able to remember what happened before this life. Kinda sounds like a really cool story right? Except it's not just a cool story. It's true. <br />
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He knew we would make mistakes- in fact, He knew these mistakes would help us if we learned from them (and from the mistakes of those around us). Here's the thing though. He can't tolerate even the least amount of sin ('cause He's GOD aka the MOST Perfect Holy Man) and so we were going to have to try to find a way back to Him, clean, even though we weren't clean because we had messed up but learned from it. So that's when our Savior stepped in. He said, with all the unfathomable love one being could offer, <i><b>I'll help</b></i>. I'll live a sinless life, and then as part God and part man, I will master my godly powers and perform an infinite Atonement of suffering so that man can be purified from sin, and live again. And to be honest, I'm sure that at first we were like <b>WHAT for real</b>??? And then we realized how amazingly grateful we were for this Incredible Being who would be so unselfish as to sacrifice His life for us, and then take it up again, so that we could live again too. <br />
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I also believe that God didn't just send us down here and leave us high and dry. He pre-ordained (pre-chose I guess) men to be prophets, mouthpieces for Him on the earth. Through these prophets we have received scripture, like the Bible and the Book of Mormon, that give us hints of who we are to God (His children), why we are here, how to make it through this life, how to repent, and what is to come. <br />
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In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we believe that after this life comes <i>a state of peace</i> for those who have been baptized under God's authority and LIVED well. This could be called spirit paradise. And there is another <i>state of unrest</i> for those who haven't been baptized under God's authority and lived not so good lives. Because God knows what He is doing better than we can, there are ways that you can go from the state of unrest to the state of peace. I also believe and am sure that if you got baptized under the authority of God, but lived a shizzy life, God isn't going to be like, Oh my gosh you got baptized under my proper authority CONGRATS welcome to paradise!!! Rather He will say, didn't you have an even better idea of what a good life should look like with what you were taught and you still ignored my counsel??? And that doesn't sound like paradise or rest to me.<br />
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SIDE NOTE: I'm kind of cruising through this whole amazing Plan of God, so if you want to know more either email me at audburton@gmail.com or go to mormon.org and chat with the people there cause they probably know a heck a lot more than I do.<br />
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This state of rest or unrest is kind of like a waiting room until the Big Day. Judgment Day. When Christ comes again, and <b><i>HE WILL</i></b>, that will be the day when the Resurrection begins. And all of us, bond and free, black and white, woman and man, philanthropist and adulterer will be raised up with a perfected body to see Him. And to chat with Him. And to be judged by Him. <br />
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You know, sometimes I catch myself just thinking about that day. When we see Him, and I say, "Wow, it's really Him. He's a real guy (except celestial and a God, but he's real)." That's gonna be the best day ever. <br />
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I think it's important to note that Judgment Day won't really surprise us. He is a good and awesome God, so I believe that if you really do try your best to seek Him and to do what He asks and to emulate His example, He's not gonna be like, "Well Audrey, at sixteen years old you forgot to repent of that one time that you swore on the soccer field..." and I'll be like, "SHOOT! there goes my chances" and Jesus just shrugs like, too bad, Aud. Better luck... never? <br />
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No way José. That's the beauty of THIS LIFE. Here is where we prepare to meet God. So LITERALLY your everyday choices are determining where you are going to go after this life. Now, please don't misunderstand me. I am in no way, shape or form saying that we save ourselves. NO WAY. Without our Heavenly Father, and his Son Jesus, we wouldn't be able to have any of this. None of this would be possible. Without them we are nothing. But they are also watching us in this life to make sure that we are making good choices and being decent people because they want to bless us during and after this life and I believe, even give us some of their power. **Mic drop** <br />
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Just kidding about the mic drop thing, but wouldn't it make sense for God to give us, as His children, part of His inheritance? Doesn't it say in the Bible that we are co-heirs with Christ? <i><b>And don't you think God would only entrust His greatest blessings and power to His most faithful children</b></i>? I do. That's why our choices matter. And that's why we are judged. <br />
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After judgement, in the LDS church we believe that we go to one of three kingdoms. The lowest one- which is for murderers and other rotten people, is called the Telestial Kingdom. You don't wanna go here. The second kingdom- middle kingdom- is called the Terrestrial Kingdom. It's where people go who lived correct and honest lives, who were good people, but who didn't want to accept Christ as their Savior, or who didn't really choose to believe. They weren't baptized with authority, because they didn't want to be (God's gonna give His kids a lot of chances, if you wanna know more hmu). They live happy and good lives here, but don't really truly reach their full potential.<br />
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The highest kingdom is the Celestial Kingdom. It's the place to be. It's for people that worked their butt off to be there. It's for people that lived good and honest lives, repented of their mistakes, served other people, kept the commandments, and chose Christ as their Savior. It's where they get to be with Him and our Father <b>forever</b>. <br />
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I recently taught this concept of the Plan of Salvation to a boy that attends BYU, but isn't a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. After finally grasping the concept of the veil (why couldn't we just remember everything before?? Dude, same question, but it is how it is and I can't WAIT 'til the day I remember), he asked me a lot of really good questions about the plan like, won't everyone just believe in Christ when He comes again (aka why the Terrestrial Kingdom), and why are there Muslims and Buddhists and Jews then if God wanted everyone to get back home to Him? Maybe you have had these same questions. Here's what I think (not doctrine, just my personal opinion).<br />
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This boy that I spoke with is on the football team at BYU. I told him to think about his teammates. Now, his teammates know that in order to play football for BYU, you have to attend class, you have to keep the Honor Code, you have to keep your grades up, etc. And yet, some of them still don't obey these rules. It's not cause they don't think they are "real" rules, because they've watched their buddies be suspended for games for breaking them. I asked my student then why <i>he believed</i> his friends would choose to disobey their coach's wishes. He replied, "Probably 'cause they think it's too hard." And I agree. <br />
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See, I think that when He comes again, everyone is gonna look down at their resurrected body and be like, wow. Guess it was real, after all. And every knee is gonna bow before God and they will recognize Him as the source of their miraculous ability to live again. But some people won't want to accept the responsibility that comes with the Celestial Kingdom. They won't want to do all that would be required of them, and they don't want to fail so they aren't going to try. This doesn't mean they are bad people, it just means that they are comfortable somewhere else than the highest Kingdom of God.<br />
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And even though it seems unfathomable, I see some of that in myself as I make choices or mistakes. Sometimes it seems the easier path, the easier kingdom, would be the Terrestrial Kingdom. Straight up. We have to <b>want to Savior</b>, we have to <b>choose Him</b>, we have to l<b>ove and appreciate Him,</b> and t<b>rust in Him</b> that <b>through Him we can all things, hard things, every thing</b>. Without that belief and knowledge, we won't feel comfortable in His Kingdom. <br />
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To answer the other question about why do all the other religions exist, I simply told my buddy (we were friends by this point), that God knows the end from the beginning. He is a just and fair God, He loves all His children. I personally believe that if we were all the same religion in this life, as the Mexicans say "no habrá chiste", or in English, "there would be no point". Love your neighbor, love those who are different than you, etc.? How could that happen if we were all the same? God is perfect. He loves us. He does. So he will judge people, whether they were Jews or Gentiles or Baptists or Mormons or Monks and everything will be how it should. <i>He knows the end from the beginning</i>. Our call is to bring as many into the fold as we can. We do that, and it's fine. We love all, and it's fine. He'll take care of the rest. He's awesome like that. <br />
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Now, this post is incredibly long, but before I peace out I have to tell you about an experience that changed my life.<br />
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<b>Alex Avalos</b>: we were acquaintances in middle/high school, had a couple classes together. He was nice. FB friends.<br />
<i>October 2013</i>: an Apostle of Jesus Christ, Elder Ballard, told us in our world wide conference that we should pray and choose to share the gospel with at least one person by Christmas. I was pumped! I was also at BYU, where every one else and their Mom was Mormon. Chill.<br />
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So I knelt down and prayed sincerely. I told God I wanted to help Him help His children. And I heard a voice in my head say, Alejandro Avalos. I hesitated. Funny, I thought, literally don't even know that guy that well. Who else??? ... Alejandro Avalos. The voice spoke to me again. I couldn't deny it this time. But because I am literally the world's most stubborn human, I told Heavenly Father that there was no way I could reach him cause I only had his FB account. Then, what happened next will probably be the only time I am prompted by God to use FB Messenger. He always has a solution to my stubborn excuses. In probably the most awkward message possible, I bore my testimony and love for the gospel in a message to Alex and invited him to know more. I was nervous, I was excited, I was antsy. I finally got a message back and with all the hope in the world, I read it. I was <b>shocked</b>. He said that he had previously been a member of the Church, but now didn't want anything to do with it, thanks for asking though.<br />
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WHAT? HF you literally told me to ask him to learn more??? was my prayer that night. I was disappointed. I had tried to be a missionary! I was frustrated. I bore my testimony to Alex one last time, told him this gospel made me happier than anything else in case he changed his mind, and tried to forget about the whole thing. Months passed. <br />
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<b>God HAS a plan for us</b>. He has a GREAT plan of Salvation and a personal plan. And He desires for us to be happy and to come home to Him. He has made it possible through our Savior and His merciful plan to make it back. I know that's true. <br />
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I hope when you read this you felt it too. Maybe you don't agree with me on every point, and that's OK. But I hope that maybe something sparked within you today. A hope for a better world. A confidence that He cares. A greater faith in His plan. <br />
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May we all live in a way that He's proud of. And may we all make it back to Him. <br />
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AudAudrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-56850325868874524792017-03-20T10:28:00.000-07:002017-03-20T10:28:19.938-07:00Do you love you? When I was 12 years old, I touched eternity. Now, if you read that and have no idea what it means, that's okay. Quite frankly, I'm not sure what it means either. It's more a feeling than anything, but let me try to put it into words for you. <br />
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My brother had been invited to sing with an all state-choir. That wasn't a surprise, seeing as my brother is one of the most musically talented individuals I have met in my life. We were all very excited to travel to a bigger town and support him in one of the things that he loved most, so one Saturday we all jumped into the car and headed off to Spokane. <br />
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The program contained many performances, and I was ecstatic to see that a symphony was assigned to play with the choir. I will never forget one particular performance. Although I am sad to say I have forgotten the very song they were playing, when the choir joined in a heavenly chorus with the magnificent symphony, I closed my eyes. For a moment, a very brief moment, I touched eternity. <br />
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It was right there. Waiting to envelop me in the immense peace and love that seemed so familiar to me. I felt my soul come alive, and for that moment I was neither here nor there, I just was. How do I explain it? Nothing has ever been so beautiful to me. Maybe it made me remember the life that I had before with God, maybe it made me experience a little bit of heaven, maybe it solidified my being here on the earth, but whatever happened: <i>that moment was eternal</i>. <br />
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I may sound crazy. I know that I can't explain myself more, and I am sorry for that, but I hope you all feel it one day. Whether it be while listening to classical music, reflecting on our Savior, or hiking among nature, maybe one day you will feel it too. Maybe you already have. It is an experience of a lifetime, of an eternity. <br />
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While no other event or moment has had the power and magnitude that the concert had on me, I have had glimpses of eternal moments since that occasion. I had one just recently, as I was talking to a friend. <br />
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We were conversing about something that I believe is one of the most important concepts of our existence: self-love. We began to talk about why we should love ourselves and how to do so when all the sudden, I felt it. I expressed to this friend that I truly believed one of the reasons that we were here on the earth is to learn to love ourselves. As soon as I said that, I felt it again. Eternity was with us in that moment, and <b>I knew it</b>. I felt the peace and the love envelop me, and I knew what I was saying was true. <br />
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Since that sacred moment, I have been wanting to write a blog post about self-love. I do it today, cautiously, knowing that it can be a sensitive subject. <br />
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I ask you this question: <b><i>Do you love yourself?</i></b> Do you truly, deeply, love yourself? Has that love changed you? <br />
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I can answer and tell you that I do not yet love myself completely. There are too many faults, too many weaknesses. Too many "should of's", too many flaws. We live in a world of negativity, and most of the time, even when we love others around us in a very real way, we are denying ourselves the very love that we give to others. <br />
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Do you love yourself? I'm not talking about if you have good hair days, if you love the people in your life, or if you love God. While those things are important, I'm talking about real self-love.<br />
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Do you love yourself? When you make a mistake, are you patient with yourself? Do you understand why others love you? Do you feed yourself positive thoughts and encouragement? What about when others compliment you? Do you accept it, agreeing with them? Or do you brush it aside? <br />
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How many times a day do you think of all the things you do wrong? How hard on you on yourself? <br />
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All of us do it. Maybe someone in your past has influenced you to be this way. They were hard on you, and thus you feel like you have to continue to do so yourself. <br />
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With all due respect to all the people you love in your life, let me say that YOU be the one to break the chain: to find happiness and love yourself is to truly live. <br />
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So how do we do it? How do we go from where we are now to truly loving ourselves? <br />
Easier said than done, but we STOP the negativity. <br />
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When that bad thought about yourself comes into your mind, stop it. It has no place there. Tell it to go away. Tell it to leave. We must recognize the source from which all bad thoughts come. Satan desires that we be miserable like himself, and if you look around, he seems to be succeeding. We musn't let him. <br />
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Change the thought to be something positive. <br />
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"I will be a horrible mother" can turn into, "I will be a great mother, and I'm grateful for learning experiences on the way"<br />
"I am not good enough" can turn into, "I am so thankful for the chance I have every day to better myself" <br />
"I can't do this" can turn into, "I can't do this, alone." <br />
"I am ugly", can turn into, "Last week, someone complimented my smile" <br />
and "I am fat" can turn into a motivator, "What can I do to feel better about myself?" <br />
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I am not suggesting we live fake lives of happiness, either. Sometimes when I am overwhelmed with negative thoughts, I let them all out. I take a drive and say all the negative things that I am thinking. It feels awful! But when I am done, I tell myself that I love me no matter what, and I make a promise to try to do things better. Then I tell Heavenly Father that I'm on His side, as always. <br />
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<b>BE PATIENT</b> with yourself. Learn to love yourself. Ask Him to show you how much He loves you. Pay attention to the positive in your life. Keep track of the compliments, not the mistakes. Learn from your experiences. <br />
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Weaknesses are also different than sins. Find ways to laugh at yourself, don't take yourself too seriously. <br />
Remember that God knows everything about you, and loves you completely. He desires you love yourself as well. <br />
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It will take time, it will take courage, it will take training; it is one of the reasons for our very existence. <br />
Find yourself, find Him, love Him, and <b>love YOU</b>. <br />
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If you don't love yourself, Remember this. HE LOVES YOU. Completely. Perfectly. Purely. <br />
He gave everything for you. He continues to love you. He is there for you. <br />
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I pray we all have the courage to do so, and I'm here for you as you start your journey of self-love. <br />
Let's try a little harder to be a little better, and search for more moments of eternity. <br />
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Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-45226074891110785532016-12-11T21:55:00.000-08:002016-12-11T21:55:37.523-08:00Who is Jesus Christ? The last time I wrote was right before the semester started. Now that it's almost over, (we are in the midst of finals week), I am happy to report that it was one of the best semesters yet. I became a better me because of who I chose to surround myself with. The bishopbric (our local church leaders) were a special Godsend to me, literally being the family away from home that I needed to support me and to keep me going. I started working out regularly, which helped me not only physically but also emotionally. My health has improved because the doctors were guided to find out what was wrong with me: I have a lot of food allergies, it turns out! Taking those foods out of my diet has helped me feel a million times better. I go to bed almost every weeknight at 10:30 so that I am well rested, (a big key to my happiness). My classes were engaging and hard, I met some amazing people and had some stellar professors. I have a great job as a kindergarten teacher that is teaching me so much: I am humbled every day by the sweet love that the kids show me. I continue to visit the retirement home every Sunday, where Rosemary is always faithfully waiting to have a good chat together. My life is so good, and I try not to complain (try being the keyword there). My family is doing great, I'm striving to live my life the way it should, and though every thing is not perfect: every day I experience joy. <br />
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As I think about all my many blessings, I can accredit them to one thing: <i>Christ</i>. I have chosen to center my life around Him, and it is something that I will never regret. I'm not perfect, but I strive to put Him at the center of my life by waking up early every morning to study the scriptures, by being more sincere and honest with Him in my prayers, by looking for ways to serve and by counting my blessings. Sometimes when I have nothing to think about, I think about Him. I ask myself questions like, "Do I really believe?" and "How can I be more like Him today?" and that encourages me to do my very best. <br />
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The question that I have been asking myself lately over and over again is, "Who is Jesus Christ to me?". As I sat in our church Christmas Program today, I was overwhelmed with gratitude and love for my Savior. I have since been thinking about Him all day today, so I decided to write this. <br />
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<i><b>Who is Jesus Christ to me?</b></i> It's the question that echoes in my head time and time again. I ponder it and reflect over it: what does He mean to me? What does what He did mean in my own life? <br />
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Jesus Christ is someone who has been there for me every step of the way. Jesus Christ is someone who has NEVER given up on me. He is someone who completely understands me, who listens to me, who fights for me. <br />
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What would I do without Him? I would be completely lost. I wouldn't have a motivational purpose. I wouldn't have hope for a happy marriage and an eternal family. I would not know what the sweet taste of forgiveness is like. I wouldn't have a hope of victory over the grave. I wouldn't have the courage to try again, the ideal of becoming someone better. Without Jesus Christ, I would have given up a long time ago. <br />
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Who is Jesus Christ? He is my example. He is my friend. I want to do what He did, I want to love fearlessly and completely as He does, I want to please to Father as He did with the way that I conduct myself here on the earth. <br />
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Without Him, I wouldn't know who I want to be. I need to stop comparing and complaining, for that is not what He would do. <br />
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Christ is someone that expects the best out of me, someone who desires my eternal happiness and who has done everything in His power to get me there. He is the hand that I hold, the smile I give, the joy in my life. <br />
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He is my light, my life, and my salvation. I never understood those scriptures so clearly until now because now I understand Him and His purpose a little more. He is a living part of me. I think about Him, and He becomes more real to me. I am more convinced every day that this message is true and this gospel is His. <br />
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He <i><b><b>will</b></b></i> return one day, and when He does, I want to know Him. I want Him to say, "hello there, friend" and embrace me in a way that no one else could. <br />
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I love Him, and what a perfect month to celebrate Him and contemplate all that He has done for me. I know He lives today, and I am so grateful for that. <br />
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Even with all the new opportunities and starts that I am given, I think sometimes I tend to live life too much in the past. I think too much about what has gone wrong, and all the mistakes that I have made. And although sometimes a self-assessment of one's self and careful observations of the past can be a good thing, especially when one needs to repent, sometimes, at least for me, it can actually be a harmful thing. I take heart in the famous quote that tells us that the past is not meant to be lived in, but rather learned from. I love that because it accurately describes our role in the beautiful Atonement of Jesus Christ. <br />
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What is the Atonement? It is the suffering of our Savior for each and every one of us. It is the suffering in the Garden of Gethsemane, on the Cross of Calvary, and the triumphant resurrection from the tomb. It is the reason why each of us can make wrong things right. It is the perfection representation of true love. It is the reason for our new beginnings. <br />
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To start school again certainly is a new beginning, but to pick ourselves up from perhaps a dirty past or a difficult trial, dust ourselves off and face life head on one again is what truly comes to mind when I think of a new beginning. It literally creates so much joy in my <i/>soul</i> when I think of Christ and that infinite love that He showed by choosing to sacrifice himself as an offering so that we can choose to follow Him and come back to our Heavenly Father. <br />
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I love this quote by Elder Dale G. Renlund, a modern day Apostle of Jesus Christ. He says, "...because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, ultimately, in the eternal scheme of things, there will be <i>no unfairness</i>. All that is unfair about life can be made right. Our present circumstances may not change, but through God's compassion, kindness, and love, we will all receive more than we deserve, more that we can ever earn, and more than we can ever hope for. We are promised that 'God shall wipe away all tears from [our] eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away' [Revelation 21:4]." <br />
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What a beautiful promise. What a sweet message of hope, and pure love. <br />
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I want to be more like Christ. I want to be a better person, and luckily, thanks to Him, I can be. I have the opportunity to start again, to rekindle my faith and hope, and to try harder today to be better than I was yesterday. Oh hallelujah, I love my Savior. <br />
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It's a good question I'm sure, and to others it probably seems like I'm super smiley all the time and have my life pulled together and my head on straight, but they don't see the sleepless nights and the tears and the hard tough decisions I make in deciding that every thing will be okay. <br />
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What they really don't seem to understand, is that to me, there honestly isn't another option. <br />
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I don't know about you, but I sure wasn't made to waste my life away. I'm not destined to fail. There is no way that I can just look at all my trials and say "that's it. I'm giving up." I just wasn't raised that way. <br />
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Is life tough as heck? YES. But one thing that life's trials have taught me is that I'm tougher. Lots of bad things are going to happen, and that doesn't mean I'm a bad person. Sometimes, I'm an idiot. Sometimes I make really poor goober choices and that causes some of my trials. Throughout my life I've also happened to get hit by trial trains of sickness, emotional instability, depression, anxiety, work pressures, economic worries, backstabbing friends and horrible "break-ups" and family drama but you know what? <br />
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The key to life is to keep on keeping on. Because a prophet in the Book of Mormon something very, very wise. <br />
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"this life is the time for men to prepare to meet God; yea, behold, the day of this life is the day for men to perform their labors" <br />
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You know what that means to me? It means amidst trials and pains and temptations and sickness and affliction, I find joy. I find so much joy in knowing <b><i>that this life is the time to prepare to meet God: thus it is a time to make mistakes, to repent of sins, to learn from experiences. </i></b><br />
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As long as we are trying our best in this mortal world and picking ourselves up as we fall, Christ is there. <br />
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I know that. <br />
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I feel that. <br />
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I love that. <br />
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So yes, life is hard, it stinks, it's not fair. But I take comfort in knowing that it isn't supposed to be. <br />
The trick to life is learning to be happy in spite of all that goes wrong. The trick to life is to count our blessings *which sidenote are like beyond numerous* instead of drowning in our sorrows and problems *which sidenote also happen to be many so it gets a little tricky*<br />
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Whoever you are out there, be happy. Keep your head up. Keep on keeping on. It's worth it. Trust me. <br />
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Now, don't get me wrong on this. I'm not saying forget about your trials, sing a little song and get over it. No way Jose. If you are sad, BE SAD. Embrace it. If you are upset, THAT'S OKAY. But don't stay sad, don't stay angry. Let the emotion ebb and flow through you, and when it takes its natural course and it's done, you be done too. Don't hold on to grudges, don't carry any burden too long. Learn to be happy even when you're sad, disappointed, confused. Happiness truly is an underlying state of being, not so much of an emotion. <br />
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Life is tough, but you are tougher. You'll be a better person because of whatever hard thing you're going through, even if you can't see that in the here and now. Be strong. <br />
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I love the Lord and am grateful for His sacrifice, His eternal Sacrifice <i>for me</i>. <br />
Whenever I tell the world that life isn't fair, He reminds me, "Aud, you're not the first one to think that" <br />
Life sure wasn't easy for or fair to Him. But He did it anyway, with a happy and loving heart. <br />
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That is why I do what I do. That is why I keep my head up. That is why I am who I am. <br />
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There isn't much of another choice. <br />
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Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-14930319278888734992016-04-03T15:43:00.000-07:002016-05-09T17:05:17.293-07:00Nana <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj320gTMzdS7yAdWHdygMiN3raw9FlLxpuoWzIuJQT3X5Shon9bNjPyGZQHyhK0sf5b0n5X0CzTRboM9KEVBBYoDRW-M5re7e0OGC18FQrOWQX-dEI3rbHXVhKnJ20Yp6MfL-MY2UY-CVRz/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj320gTMzdS7yAdWHdygMiN3raw9FlLxpuoWzIuJQT3X5Shon9bNjPyGZQHyhK0sf5b0n5X0CzTRboM9KEVBBYoDRW-M5re7e0OGC18FQrOWQX-dEI3rbHXVhKnJ20Yp6MfL-MY2UY-CVRz/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" /></a></div>have you ever loved someone so much that they become a part of you? That when they hurt, you hurt; when they rejoice, you rejoice; when they are tired and old and aching, you want to be tired and old and aching too. I imagine this love might be the kind that a husband and wife share, or more appropriately, the kind of love a mother or father feel for their child. All you desire is for this person to be happy. To be well. To be content. <br />
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That is how I feel about Lois. To some, Lois is known as Gram, Lo, Mom, Aunt, Sister Passey, friend, and sister... to me, she is Nan. <br />
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From the start of my life, she has been there. Literally. Right out of the womb and there was Lois, ready to hold me, to love me, to take care of me. I remember our weekly gatherings at Poppa-Nan's, I remember the Disney channel movie night/sleepovers we had, coupled with lots of laughs and Ben and Jerry ice cream. I remember the family meals and Christmas traditions, the way Lois made sure that everyone got thirty kisses on the cheek (and all over the rest of the face) before they passed through the doorway, the way she would count her blessings before Thanksgiving, setting the three kernels of corn to one side. I remember. <br />
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I remember how things changed when Pop died. Drastically. The glue that seemed to hold our family together suddenly burst apart, sending our loving Lois and others into a spiral of cold depression and an aching heart. Our world was turned upside down, and it would be a while, or perhaps, never, that we would see the real Lois emerge again. <br />
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Slowly but surely, over the years she regained some of the old spunk and style that once lived within that young heart and spirit. She adopted a dog (who I never liked), and he become a true emotional asset to her as she clung to the memories of the past when faced with the grips of reality. She bought and sold a couple cars (gangster blue, ford Red). Though I was young, I still remember that Nana would walk with confidence, leading us through the shopping malls (which I loved) and giving us great big hugs (sometimes too touchy for my siblings' taste). During one stay in our home, she mentioned to us that she was selling her Bountiful house and moving permanently to St. George. Since St. George was a beautiful refuge to us, we didn't mind. She gave us a business card and a picture of her and Chester (the dog) and told us to stay in touch. Oh, Lo. As if we wouldn't. <br />
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Time went on and Lois was fine. Shining her light in everyone's life, she never knew a stranger. Her wit and spunk was slowly returning as she made what had once been a favorite vacation spot her permanent home. Things didn't continue easy forever, however. <br />
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My junior year of high school, Nana's heart stopped. Just plain stopped. With a broken head and soon to be broken ribs, my angel cousin miraculously brought her back from the dead and they flew my grandma to the ICU where wonderful doctors and nurses fought for her life. It became a cruel reality that she wouldn't be with us our whole lives. It didn't sit well with me. I thought we were going to lose her, but thanks to the saving hand of God, she survived. That woman sure is tough. <br />
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In the years to come, she would survive multiple falls, a scarring surgery that left one leg significantly shorter than the other, hellish holes of what should be nursing homes (from which she fearlessly escaped), and a never ending batch of family problems that continued to affect her failing heart.<br />
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before my mission, I decided we needed to have a serious talk. <br />
"Nana?" I began. We were at a restaurant, I was eating a corn dog, she was eating a shake. The opportune moment. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWJ5zM316vojWMPBcS9-vFlVTw_4O4PQynoqrqNoCgMWcuCeJPREHiyRX-1F-of95ZdmRSgGSuv3Y85Cja_1C4Znn_o3dBWjjHlN9dDW29iDiR91tWNQKyrHDhJWZ9Ptw7XpVGfJDVqaC/s1600/IMG_4036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWJ5zM316vojWMPBcS9-vFlVTw_4O4PQynoqrqNoCgMWcuCeJPREHiyRX-1F-of95ZdmRSgGSuv3Y85Cja_1C4Znn_o3dBWjjHlN9dDW29iDiR91tWNQKyrHDhJWZ9Ptw7XpVGfJDVqaC/s320/IMG_4036.JPG" /></a></div><br />
"Yes, dear?" (Conversations with Nan go like this, always a 'sweetie' or 'dear' or 'prize of my heart', no matter who you are. She even says those things to the grocery cashier)<br />
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"I need to talk to you about something." Silence. either she was really enjoying her shake or waiting for me to go on, so I took a shot. <br />
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"I need you to promise me something." <br />
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She blinked at me with her large blue eyes. <br />
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"I need you to not... kick the bucket while I'm gone." I couldn't say the word 'die'. I couldn't. I panicked at the thought. <br />
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She briefly paused. "I can't promise anything sweetheart. I'm not feeling too good." Still munching. <br />
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"Then promise me you'll try. I want you to be there when I come home." <br />
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"I will try." <br />
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Good enough. <br />
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Later on I would casually convince her to say the words, "I promise not to die while you are gone" and "I will be there waiting when you get home". It was all I took not to print out a legal document and sign it. Call me selfish, but I couldn't imagine my world without her. Not yet. <br />
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In July 2014 I embarked, or should I say we, because my Nana served her own mission for a year and a half. Both were missions of survival. Mine was spiritual, hers was physical. It was long, hard, and tough. Many long nights for her and hard days for me, and on many occasions after a exhausting day I would fall upon my knees and start to say a routine prayer of gratitude and petitions when I would then receive an overwhelming prompting to pray for my Nan. So I would pray and cry and pray and cry and wrestle with God and beg him not to take her. I received word from her friends that those were the very times that she was struggling the most. While her friends and ward members were gathered around her bed, waiting for her to pass on from this life, I was kneeling at the edge of mine, pleading and praying and begging for one more moment with her. I promised full dedication to Him for the rest of my mission if He would just hear me out. He answers prayers. She was waiting when I came home. We had kept our promises.<br />
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Living here hasn't always been easy. But it's taught me so much. I've had to grow up in many ways. I now know what to do if: <br />
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1. A dog escapes <br />
2. You lose your credit card<br />
3. You lose the car keys <br />
4. You need a tow truck <br />
5. Your car lights go out in the middle of a canyon<br />
6. how to balance a checkbook and multiple bank accounts<br />
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as well as many other things. <br />
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But I've also learned where I got my<br />
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1. love for trashy tv shows and Sandra Bullock<br />
2. spunky, sometimes too honest for regular taste personality <br />
3. extreme love for ice cream<br />
4. tendency to lose and forget things (as so indicated by the aforementioned list) <br />
5. ability to love another human being more than one's self <br />
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So, it's true. My Nana might not be the same Lois she was 21 years ago in that Lakeview Hospital...<br />
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Yet she has remained strong. Courageous. Lively. Spunky. She laughs with ease at the tiniest things and let's life become joyous to her in an instant. She cries over clean carpets and random acts of kindness, she smiles at strangers and gives more love to her dog that I thought was humanly possible. All who know her love her. She is a true example of Christ-like love.<br />
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Thank you, dear nana, for everything. <br />
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Audrey Burton-Bethkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885524597409342904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-26116096311505861982016-01-31T22:03:00.000-08:002016-01-31T22:03:39.356-08:00There's No Place Like HomeHome sweet home. Here I am once again, after the fastest year and a half of my life. It feels so good to be home, and yet so hard. My last week in the mission was truly a blur. I am so grateful for all the support that I received from the members in Reforma, where I was given a beautiful despedida. They tell you coming home is hard, and I knew it would be. It is. It is almost unexplainable... your life completely changes, literally overnight. I guess I should just be grateful I already speak the language. I spend my time babysitting my new nephew, or helping around the community. I'm really only me when I am in the service of other people, otherwise I just feel pretty useless. There is a loss of purpose coming home, which I imagine will get better. The temple really helps. The same Spirit of the mission still lives within my heart. I pretty much contact everyone I meet and tell them about the gospel. I'm going with the missionaries here to visit people and I try my hardest to be a good example. It is so much easier to talk about the gospel now. it's amazing. I guess it's because I understand the gospel so much more. All of my fear that I had before was gone, and I think it's because I understand the importance of our message and the joy and blessings that it brings to the people. I wish everyone could feel that, I wish we could be better missionaries to those around us. I know I am a better member missionary, and a better person for everything that I experienced while I was on the mission. What a great blessing to my life, right now and forever! Being with the family again is great, it's a big blessing. Family is central to God's plan, that is something that I know for sure. It brings me so much joy in my life, and I want all to have that same kind of joy. I guess I don't really have much to say, just wanting all my people out there to know that I am home safe and home happy, and that I am grateful for all the support, all the prayers, and everything that you all did for me during our past year and a half. I know God lives and that He has restored His true church on the earth today through the prophet Joseph Smith. I know Joseph was a man and made mistakes, just as we do, but that he really was ordained to be a prophet of God and did it incredibly well, facing adversity and eventually giving his life, sealing his testimony with his blood. I know we have a living prophet, a man who communicates with God, that leads and guides the world today. We are such a blessed people to be living on the earth today. I will keep updating the blog as time goes by, but just remember, let your light shine so they can see HIM. <br />
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Con amor, <br />
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Hermana Burton *that's the joy of being a sister missionary, you stay with the same title forever!* <br />
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<i>Wasn't it just yesterday that we started? That I grabbed you so tight in the airport and hugged you, realizing that 18 months was a short time compared with the blessings that laid ahead? Hasn't this past year and a half flown by? I almost feel like they are sending me home early, because it feels like yesterday that I was in the restaurant eating breakfast with Dad, super nervous with my stomach churning, it`s seems like yesterday that I got here to Mexico and learned how to work with pesos and it seems like yesterday when I cried and cried, not understanding a word of what they were saying, just yesterday that I started hoping and praying that nothing would happen to my family those 18 months that I was going to give to the Lord.</i><br />
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<i>And oh, how I am given them to Him. I am given Him my heart. My health. My body. My mind. My strength. I have walked thousands of miles, braved hot summers, learned patience as the doors slammed in my face and the people spit at my feet. I have given him my soul as every morning I sought Him in my studies, I grew to love Him more as I read Jesus the Christ, I became a better me as I realized that weaknesses were not the same as sins, and that the mission was an opportunity not just to change my weaknesses, but rather, to change ME. And how He has changed me.</i><br />
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<i>I am more convinced every day that we are part of HIS true and living Church. I am more converted every day to my Savior and Redeemer. It is through Him that we can be saved, and only Him. I understand more how the church works, and why. I have grown to love people more that I have ever loved before, I have gained another family here in Mexico.</i><br />
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<i>How I will miss you, my dear Mexico. How my heart breaks to leave you. The humble people, the venders in the streets, the traditions and abrazos and besos that come with every greeting. The food and smells of the streets, the language and the animo that comes from a culture such as this. I will miss the bus rides and the little stores, the gates that protect all the houses, the natural friendliness and acceptance that all have for us.</i><br />
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<i>Most of all I will miss putting on that plaque everyday. I will miss being a emissary of my Lord and Savior. I will miss serving His children. I will miss it so much. I will miss meeting new people everyday and testifying to them of the love of God and the Restoration and how it can bless their lives and their families.</i><br />
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<i>I will miss it so much.</i><br />
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<i>How did it pass by so quickly?</i><br />
<a name='more'></a><i>But I know the Lord has called me home. So I will go and do, and I will put His will before mine. But I will be forever grateful that an apostle of God saw my face and felt the prompting to send me to Ciudad Obregon, Mexico. What a perfect, divine choice.</i><br />
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<i>Our 18 months have come to an end. It has been a beautiful journey, with more blessings than I can count. It has been hard, but VALE LA PENA. so worth it. Thank you for your constant love, support and prayers.</i><br />
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<i>Christ lives and loves us, He has conquered all. This is His true Church and President Monson is His living prophet. HF has a perfect plan for every single one of us, and has made it SO EASY and SO POSSIBLE for us to return to Him. The Book of Mormon is perfect and true, and is what sets us apart. Lives change when we center that life in Christ.</i><br />
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<i>I will never regret having served a mission. It has been, without a doubt, the best, most painful, quickest, most rewarding, year and a half of my life.</i><br />
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<i>I love you. I love Jesus. I love Heavenly Father. I live for them. I live for you.</i><br />
<i>I will see you soon. Oh, what mixed emotions.</i><br />
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<i>for the last time, and with lots of love,</i><br />
<i>Hermana Burton</i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-2814403138257882016-01-04T21:00:00.000-08:002016-01-04T21:11:16.606-08:00We Know The Plan of God<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5mXV8w6hs7LhiEDFQoiXULa6IWHO9NGizUBqXvSB_DtFwA-QzvEUrKlTYYICeev497uqFZ0FIawf_dkyVhV6rmUi_UzsaR_RN4tXluGBzYJ5HTNLTWuWxUyBIvoKBsJ3zDosL3UhftW4/s1600/DSCN1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5mXV8w6hs7LhiEDFQoiXULa6IWHO9NGizUBqXvSB_DtFwA-QzvEUrKlTYYICeev497uqFZ0FIawf_dkyVhV6rmUi_UzsaR_RN4tXluGBzYJ5HTNLTWuWxUyBIvoKBsJ3zDosL3UhftW4/s400/DSCN1198.JPG" width="400" /></a><i>Wow. The end is close. This is so exciting. And so heartbreaking. Who knew these feelings could all exist at the same time? </i><br />
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<i>Celebrated the new year with a huge party and fireworks outside our house. Didn't hardly sleep (other HB was sawing logs, lucky!) and that affected me all week. But I look for the good because I am healthy and happy and I am giving it my all and I am a representative of Jesus Christ! For 2 more weeks I will have that privilege. </i><br />
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<i>I see the people here and I feel so much love for them. I told HB that it is so hard, because I am leaving people I love here to go home to people I love. Its a lose lose, win win situation. Never been in this situation before. We actually have been talking a lot lately about my feelings and I told her yesterday, If the prophet or one of the apostles asked me to serve for the rest of my life, I would say yes. It would be so, almost impossibly, hard, but I would do it, because it would also be something beautiful. Then I paused, thought about it, and I told her, but then again, a prophet has told me that my mission is only 18 months. And that then I go home, and put in practice all that I learned and help others to do the same. They have commanded me to go home and someday get married. So I guess, even though it is so, almost impossibly, hard I will do it. I will go home. For it is what the Lord has asked me to do. I truly have learned that when we put His will first, everything will work out just fine. </i><br />
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<a name='more'></a><i>Its funny the phrase you used for my long day coming home, ¨You will be worn out.¨ I am worn out! Already! But it is exactly what I wanted. I read at the beginning of my mission journal: I want to come a tired, exhausted missionary from giving it my all in the service of my Lord. I am doing just that! We could teach a lot of lessons this week and touch the lives of many people. This work is, truly, the most rewarding. There is nothing like it. I haven`t cried any tears yet for having to leave, but my heart is full of emotions. </i><br />
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<i>I bore my testimony for the last time in Mexico as a missionary and felt the Spirit so strong! How the Lord has helped me grow spiritually these last 18 months. I am so proud of Him! I am so proud of me! It`s like Ammon says, I WILL BOAST OF MY GOD FOR IN HIS STRENGTH I CAN DO ALL THINGS.</i><br />
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<i>I am trying to focus on being grateful. In my prayers, in my fasting, in my studies. I am a better person when I am grateful. I am more humble, I am more patient, I am more happy. I am a better me. </i><br />
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<i>I know that I have 1000 blessings from God every day. It takes some training of your mind, but as you once told me, once you get the hang of it, it`s hard not to think of 2000 at once! We are so blessed. We know the plan of God! He knows and loves us. </i><br />
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<i>There are so many people here that don´t know that. I have to keep working until my last moment and raise my voice to the people so that I don`t leave this country without them knowing that I know the Church of Jesus Christ has been restored through a Living Prophet and that through the Atonement of Christ we all CAN be saved. It`s up to us whether we are saved or not. </i><br />
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<i>I love Christ. I love this gospel. I love you! </i><br />
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<i>Stay strong and share the gospel with all. I love you! </i><br />
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<i>Hermana Burton</i><br />
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<i>PS super weird request, but, one of my days home can we eat coconut shrimp? haha. thanks! </i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-82211821198784169122015-12-28T16:00:00.000-08:002016-01-04T20:55:26.870-08:00One Step Closer<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<i>I am so grateful for the opportunity we had to talk to family, hearing your voices was what I needed! Thank you so so much for your constant support. I feel His support too, as I continue to give i</i><i>t all I can. I am fighting the good fight! I love what I do. </i><br />
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<i>Good news, I am feeling a lot better. A little swollen still, but I think that is the way it will stay until I come home and you can feed me lots of fruits and vegetables! Thank you for the prayers and keep them coming. I am gaining a lot of patience and I am enjoying every moment. </i><br />
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<i>THANK YOU for your encouragement and kind words. Thank you for the scripture. I love the scriptures! </i><br />
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<i>I am praying for you and I am so excited to keep working hard! Sorry this is short but we talked a lot in the Navidad and can`t think of anything else to say. Haha. </i><br />
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<i>Happy New Year! Kind of nervous for the new year because that means coming home will be one step closer. but that`s okay. </i><br />
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<i>Hermana Burton </i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-81870617119236366452015-12-21T16:00:00.000-08:002016-01-04T20:47:10.078-08:00My Last Month Mark<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<a name='more'></a><i>Can I tell you how I am feeling right now?</i><br />
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<i>I try to get up and study every morning. I always wake up on time. I am trying not to just go through the motions. I am striving to pray and truly talk to God. I have found comfort in my soul as I talk to Him and tell Him how I am feeling. Sometimes in the middle of my studies I have to stop because the pills that I am taking make me so tired I can´t keep my eyes open or I hurt so bad and am swollen and I can´t concentrate on what I am reading. Then I feel bad because I know we should study every morning and I really do try and I ask God for forgiveness. I have been sick for a month. I have been sick with one thing or another my whole mission! And I feel a little defeated, and a lot tired. </i><br />
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<i>I think about the time that I have left and it is so little. I go everyday and work and I work until I can´t anymore and its time to go home. I mess up so many times and I try to repent for every little thing. I cherish the sacrament because I need it to wipe away my sins. I need Jesus Christ. We all need Him. </i><br />
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<i>I get sad because I see such poverty and such debt and such unrest here, such bad choices, so many drug deals, so many drug addicts, and my heart hurts. Satan has power over people, and they don´t want to hear our words. They don´t want to hear the truth. </i><br />
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<i>But it is times like these where I say to myself, Christ has conquered all. The Atonement is real. Jesus Christ loves the world, but He and His Father cannot except sin. And this is where we, as missionaries, come in. And when they don´t accept us, we kick the dust off our feet and we keep planting seeds and we go and we keep preaching and teaching and nourishing those who already know because that is what the Lord has called us to do. </i><br />
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<i> This is truth! This is the gospel of Jesus Christ, and we take it to the righteous and the wicked, all aroud the world. Casting our seeds everywhere and anywhere. I am not a failure, am I? Just because I am the Lord´s seedplanter (as He told me once in a blessing) and not always a reaper of the white fields does not mean I am not a successful missionary. I love the mission, because it teaches me quick lessons. The Spirit is almost always with me. He helps me see that there is still a long way to go, but that I am in the right path. The Atonement is something truly beautiful. It changes us. </i><br />
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<i>I feel blessed and privileged to be a missionary, to have a great companion, to be in my BELOVED Mexico and come to know the sweetest best people I have ever met. God has given me another family here. I now speak and read and write and understand a new beautiful language, that will bless me live forever. </i><br />
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<i>I am going to keep giving it all I got. I won´t run faster than I have strength, but I will keep going until the very end. And the very end won´t be until January 18th! Let´s go! I am ready and I am willing.</i><br />
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<i>Can I give you a little mission advice? Don´t say </i>someday I will share the Book of Mormon<i>. Pick a day. Pray about the day. Covenant with God that you will give it out by that day. And do it. It will take some reaching out and meeting new people and inviting neighbors to family activities, but you can do it. I know you can. I know you will. And I want you to do it before January 18. You have a month! </i><br />
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<i>Oh, how grateful I am to be part of the Church of Jesus Christ. How I long to be a missionary forever. But God knows it is 18 months for a reason. 17 months this week. Crazy or what. I will never hit another month mark in the mission. Its my last one. </i><br />
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<i>Something that we are doing this year is we put a paper christmas tree up and we put a miracle and a scripture everyday. Its a good way to remember the Savior and to count our blessings. I think I will do it when I go home as well... I remembered our Christmas traditions last night and got a little excited. We are so cool! Our family rocks! </i><br />
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<br />Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-32093622175668018782015-12-14T16:00:00.000-08:002015-12-14T21:47:31.711-08:00There Is No Other Way to Live<i>Where do I even start! </i><br />
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<i>Hannah Stock comes home this week! I cannot believe it. This Friday I will only have one month left. That is weird. I saw old American guys in Walmart today buying beer to go fishing, and all of my I miss America feelings left. Haha. I am very happy to be here in Mexico. I will miss it, greatly. </i><br />
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<i>Lets see, what else. Elder Avalos sent me an email. Seeing him as a missionary makes my faith SOAR! I am so glad that Heavenly Father gave me his name and that Alejandro was humble enough to accept the invitation to return to church. </i><br />
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<i>I am so grateful for my mission. I feel like Elder Holland who said I don't think anyone has been changed so thoroughly in their missions as I was... honestly if we do it right, that is what a mission should do. Convert you. Change you. And I have tried to do it right. </i><br />
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<i>I feel incredibly blessed as well because I got to surprise some old hermanas from Barrio Pioneros that live nearby. They were incredibly happy to see me and I was incredibly happy to see them. We rejoiced together. Took a pic. </i><br />
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<i>I am so excited to talk to you at Christmas. Can you believe it? Less than 2 weeks away. Time goes by so quickly. </i><br />
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<i>You asked what special challenges the holidays will bring. It is very cold in the morning and night and really warm during the day so it's really easy to get sick. I wear a coat all day cause I really don't want to get more sick. Also the people start to get a little hard hearted during this time, which is ironic because they should soften their hearts but whatever. I choose to look at the good and be happy with those who are softening their hearts and embracing the gospel. </i><br />
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<i>I sure embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ. There is no other way to live. </i><br />
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<i>Love is a choice. That is something that I have learned here on the mission. </i><br />
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<i>And I choose to love, because it makes me a better person. It makes me more like Christ. </i><br />
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<i>We also saw the dedication of the temple of Tijuana and it was beautiful. Pres Uchtdorf dedicated it! SO fun. We are so blessed to have temples. </i><br />
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<i>How goes the work? Have you given your BOM out? Have you invited someone to FHE? Have you done your home and visiting teaching? Don't forget! BE MISSIONARIES! </i><br />
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Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-11855445677327312872015-12-07T14:00:00.000-08:002015-12-07T19:41:14.669-08:00Trust in Christ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhehHveOOyfIYVs9hjMx_yf27vMTiBn6l9xvYNkgY0BhZzrOfGX4cIEcYgMgu9o70ofjb6RffJWKon4_dVUogwpo70oGgV1_mzf5C5fAa32gUEpQBS_RxT7J0MbxE4xwqS7oEvjaUvOSs/s1600/image1+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhehHveOOyfIYVs9hjMx_yf27vMTiBn6l9xvYNkgY0BhZzrOfGX4cIEcYgMgu9o70ofjb6RffJWKon4_dVUogwpo70oGgV1_mzf5C5fAa32gUEpQBS_RxT7J0MbxE4xwqS7oEvjaUvOSs/s200/image1+%25284%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a><i>We did see the devotional! It was so beautiful, I was inspired. We are so blessed to be led and guided by prophets, and by the Christ himself! I loved the Christmas hymns... they are in English here as well, they don`t change them to Spanish so it felt a little bit like home. I saw Barrio Pioneros and they are so awesome. They are happy that I am staying here in the stake (half of my mission in the same stake!) and I saw Hna G who told me that she went to the temple and did baptisms for the first time, is second counselor in the Young Women's presidency and taught her first class that Sunday. HURRAH FOR ISRAEL!</i><br />
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<i>We had transfers, my last one. I was super nervous, but there was no need. We are staying!!!!!!! Hna B and I are going to stay together here in Reforma. To say we are happy is a understandment. Still hasn't hit me that at the end of this transfer I am going home. Plan on giving it my all like I have the last 16 months. There is no looking back! Endure to the end! </i><br />
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<a name='more'></a><i>Our weather is good. Cold in the morning and in the night (and by cold I mean like 48, 50) and in the day its a good 88 degrees. I like it. Its kinda annoying carrying a jacket around all day, but it could be worse. I could be serving in Russia and not feel my face. </i><br />
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<i>Sunday, lots of our investigators went to church and we are having lots of success. We need your prayers though! Please keep them coming. I sent you pictures of Hnito JR that was baptized, right? Last Sunday he didn`t go to church, because he couldn`t find a ride. This week in the Santa Cena he still hadn't gotten to church, but we called his uncle and dad and members so that he could go and they assured us they would pass by for him and bring him... but he still didn`t come. So I started to pray and well, as I prayed I just felt once again the feeling of immense peace that comes from the Spirit, and as they opened the door, in walked my little friend with his sister. Miracles can happen, and we need to trust in Christ. </i><br />
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<i>There is so much I want to say, but I will have to save it for 6 weeks because then we will have something to talk about! But those are the main points. Also, Hna Z is going to TRAIN! I am a NANA! WOOOOOO! </i><br />
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<i>Hermana Burton </i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-71445531334240358772015-11-30T16:00:00.000-08:002015-12-03T09:16:12.783-08:00Weird or What<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>Thanksgiving never fails me.... </i><br />
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<i>I got super sick this week. Guess the doctor told me I had a parasite and threw up a TON and lets just say a lot more stuff happened. I was seriously so weak! We shower with a bucket, but I had to bring my chair in the shower in order to bathe myself because I seriously did not have any energy. I am in treatment, and feel better, but I have no appetite. At all. I could never eat again and be very happy. </i><br />
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<i>This week was really a challenging one, not one of our five investigators that have baptism dates and should of gone to church went, but the silver lining is all that is happening at home and also that a menos activa that we were teaching is now reactivated and went to the temple with the members this week! Also Barrio Reforma is so awesome and helped me during my sickness! </i><br />
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<i>Thank you, thank you for your prayers and your support. Yesterday things just got a little too tough, so we sat down on a bench and let a couple tears fall from my eyes. Everything just kinda overwhelmed me, and I realized that some day I will have to leave Mexico and not have been able to help every single person (have to remember Mother Teresa, we help who is in our reach), and to see all the sad things that small children have to suffer, and the poverty that I have never and at this extreme will never live, and that Ky is now married and our lives are changed forever and the only thing that truly could come out of my mouth was, </i>I miss my mom<i>. </i><br />
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<i>But, as always, I felt the Spirit comfort me and we kept going, kept preaching, and made it home at the end of the day. </i><br />
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<i>LAST CAMBIOS this Sunday... weird or what. </i><br />
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<i><br /></i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-46633710176874145972015-11-23T20:01:00.000-08:002015-11-24T20:09:36.507-08:00Thanks to Him<i>My comp went to Guaymas today so we really haven't had much time but this week has been amazing, one of my most successful weeks in the mission. Hermanito JR was baptized, one of my favorite hermanas was reactivated, we taught 10 lessons with members present, I love the barrio Reforma, and I am so so grateful that I can play piano for the PRIMARY PROGRAM! It went perfectly. I actually was struggling with a certain part of He Sent His Son, and prayed specifically to God that He would help me with that part and I played it perfectly thanks to Him. </i><br />
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<i>And that makes me super happy. Also when HB went to Guaymas, I stayed with Hna Z and Hna S aka my mom and my daughter! It was a blast to be able to be with them. I sure love Hermana Z. And my mom Hermana S but there is something about having a daughter that is just something so cool! I am so blessed to have been able to train my twin! </i><br />
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<i>K love you</i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-91877340269353425532015-11-16T16:00:00.000-08:002015-11-22T21:52:32.297-08:00Pumpkin Pie!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>We only got 2 months left... is that the weirdest thing or what? The weeks are going by so fast it makes me a little dizzy. I can`t lie, it`s a bittersweet feeling knowing the mission comes to an end one day. SO HAPPY to hear that Nana is going to be there when I go home. Honestly I love being with the old grandmas here, but sometimes it breaks my heart and I literally start to tear up because I want to be with my Nana! Ah! She means the world to me! I also think about my Oma a lot a lot. How grateful I am for wonderful grandmothers. Not to mention Grandma Middleton as well. We only knew each other for a short time, but the love she showed for us was eternal. </i><br />
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<i>Played piano again for church this week and am amazed in how I have been able to develop my talents. It is so cool! I am excited to come home and play! I miss our old, out of tune, piano. </i><br />
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<i>1. pumpkin pie! One of the hermanas has a daughter in Arizona that she went to go visit and she brought us back pumpkin pie. It tasted soooo good! Only a super tiny piece but it was delicious! </i><br />
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<i>2. the members of barrio Reforma! We are so so blessed here. The members want to work and they do it well. We have 8 lessons with members present this week and 19 references from members! They walked hours with us in the street going to visit their friends. THAT IS HOW THE WORK IS DONE! Look to ways to help the missionaries of our ward. Never give up. Pray with real intent for names. If not, try inviting neighbors to FHE. Do something new that you haven`t done before to look for people God has put in your path! We can`t ever give up! </i><br />
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<i>3. Los hermanitos. We are working with kids and preparing them to be baptized. It is super HARD and super FUN: requires a lot of patience but it is so worth it. They come from two different families. JR is 10, his uncle is a recent convert. JR doesn`t have a mom in his life. He is immature, and really dear. He wants to be baptized SO MUCH that when he isn`t behaving in the lesson, we can say, J, do you want to be baptized? Yes! They pay attention! Haha. There isn`t very many investigators we can do that to. The other we call Apostle, because he has the name of one the apostles. He is very mature, very calm, does his homework we give him. He only has a mother (Menos activa, but they came to church this sunday!). It goes to show WHAT A BIG DIFFERENCE the mothers make in our lives. Which brings me to number 4</i><br />
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<i>4. You and Dad. You guys are huge blessings in my life. I am so blessed to KNOW my parents, to be able to talk to both of you and trust both of you. Maybe the situation of having divorced parents isn`t ideal, but being here has taught be to LOVE both of you so much and recognize that you LOVE ME! And you both sacrifice and worry for me. That is a great blessing. </i><br />
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<i>5. The Gathering of Israel. In Gospel Principles, we learned about the gathering of Israel (something I need to study more, I didn`t know hardly anything!) and we watched a cool video that started with Parley P Pratt and the missionaries of the olden times, and then it started to show missionaries today and I had the coolest feeling come to me that I am helping God gather His children and this work is so much bigger than it seems! It means everything to our God. Even the smallest part counts. You are doing great! Keep putting in your part to bring EVERY CHILD home. </i><br />
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<i>Today we went with newly baptized Hna L and she taught us to make lots of mexican food! I am so excited to come home and try it out with you. I have lots of recipies! WE ARE SO BLESSED TO HAVE FIESTA foods! and also, I am bilingual! how cool is that? So blessed! </i><br />
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<i>Hna S (from Consti) came to visit me again this week! She told me she LOVED the temple and she wants to go back. I was so proud to see that she is learning... she brought coloring books for her girls and snacks so they wouldn`t run crazy like normal during sacrament meeting. She is faithful and strong! I am so proud of her! </i><br />
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<i>Hermana Burton</i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-8107832526394454252015-11-09T16:00:00.000-08:002015-11-10T06:49:17.754-08:005 Thankfuls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiKdRnW9ZVoyNzjB7kYOx3S4pGpGoKgHoEcH9krMdEmWzfh8ZGJwmpZu1_XQ7SLtnIZcjIAh4kFPX1m9bR6Crn3ZP6DjtW4MWOyB5211LnCu_rrUxgo5rHfiZFPK64eojpd9R5OeAvMZs/s1600/DSCN0926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiKdRnW9ZVoyNzjB7kYOx3S4pGpGoKgHoEcH9krMdEmWzfh8ZGJwmpZu1_XQ7SLtnIZcjIAh4kFPX1m9bR6Crn3ZP6DjtW4MWOyB5211LnCu_rrUxgo5rHfiZFPK64eojpd9R5OeAvMZs/s320/DSCN0926.JPG" width="240" /></a> <i>So my week and thankfuls:</i><br />
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<i>1. Banana Bread. I am so so grateful for Hna M! She lived in Arizona for a long time and she learned how to make lots of stuff and she always makes us something Mexican and somethng American. We eat with her once a month, and this time she made us Banana Bread. I felt like I was home eating my after school snack. </i><br />
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<i>2. A great companion. Never have I laughed so hard and been taught so much by a companion (maybe mi hija but that`s it). She is an angel! I love her so much and am grateful for her example of quiet dignity. She is FUN as well. Makes the hard times easier and the good times better. </i><br />
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<i>3. Predicad Mi Evangelio (Preach My Gospel). It is so inspired and such a useful tool! While I studied it this week, I could recognize how I could be a better missionary. Be more humble was one of the promptings. I could study The Plan of Salvation a lot this week and we had a very powerful lesson with Hna RM, who lost her mom just a little while ago. We are very blessed as missioneras to have this tool! </i><br />
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<i>4. Seeing HNA G in the stake conference! I saw her Saturday night, and Sunday! It makes me so so happy to see her so faithful. She is planning to go to the temple to do baptisms el 28 de Noviembre! I am so excited for her. I love her so so much! </i><br />
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<i>5. They asked us Saturday night if we would SING in stake conference the next day, my comp and I and four elders. We said yes! It was a super fun experience, we sang the Family is of God, its a primary song but it was part of Hna Munives message that we need better parents if we want better families. I only laughed a little bit (my weakness in public speaking and singing). It was a blessing! </i><br />
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<i>I feel incredibly blessed to be a missionary. I feel close to Christ. It isn`t easy, but it is worth it! We are so blessed to know of the wonderful and perfect plan. </i><br />
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<i>Hermana Burton</i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-11556786443768067082015-11-02T19:02:00.000-08:002015-11-02T19:09:07.723-08:00Golden<i>I´ll walk you through my week: </i><br />
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<i>Lunes: We had transfers, I saw Hna K from my old area and it was a tender moment for me. Started to get to know Hna B... who we LOVE! I'll explain more later. </i><br />
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<i>Martes: The most significant thing that happened this day was visiting the Hna RM, the inactiva that now has 3 domingos en the capilla! She is so amazing and her testimony is so incredibly strong. </i><br />
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<i>Miercoles: Gentry`s bday. Thought about you guys all day but in the best way. This is the day when I realized my mission wasn't a failure. Why? You might ask. Hna B and I have shared all the same areas, whenever I left an area she came to fill my spot it seemed like. She told me she was very used to seeing my handwriting in the area book! (where we write about our investigators). God blessed me, more than I can describe by sending me Hna B as my companion. It all started with, Hey, remember C? C was a street contact that we had, we invited him to be baptized in the street and he said YES! He never came to church and we could never find his house, but we always found him in the street in Huatabampo. We had given him a BOM. Long story short, after I left he shows up to the capilla and then the sisters start to teach him, he and his cousin get baptized. Then she, (Hna B) tells me that G, reactivado that is serving a mission in Puebla, his girlfriend was baptized. And then she tells me that Lupita and Lucero got baptized (who I taught) and those are just SOME of the fruits of the seeds I have planted. </i><br />
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<i>Isn't it a miracle? My mission as the Lord`s seed planter has almost come to an end, and He sends me as my most likely last companion, the REAPER of the seeds! It is something amazing and beautiful for the both of us. God knows us all personally and we each play a GREAT role in the work of Salvation. </i><br />
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<a name='more'></a><i>Jueves: This day was SO WEIRD! There were 6 missionaries here, and they closed an area, so we told the landlady of the other missionaries house that they weren't going to live there anymore... and she freaked out. The missionaries had to leave in a hurry, so they left all their stuff. Literally everything in the house belonged to the mission. So the landlady tell us we have to leave... and I said, okay Hna, we can come back Lunes and take out all the stuff. And she says no, you are leaving today. And she made us take out all the stuff! So we were literally in the street with all our stuff like homeless people and she said you better start calling someone to come help you! WHAT? Everyone we called was working, we were there all morning, then she takes us to our lunch appt and leaves her 91 yr old father who is deaf to watch over our stuff, then we walk back from the lunch appt and she tells us she is leaving to Walmart and we better be gone when she comes back! I am grateful my companion is so calm and that the Atonement has changed me on my mission, because the old Hna B would have been really angry, but instead we chose to take deep breaths and laugh. There is nothing else we can do! But the stress was there, so we hung out with the 91 yr old brother and helped him clean his patio twice, and he told us cool stories like, I would have never imagined being on an airplane, I grew up in the mountains riding donkeys and horses, it was so cool! And then we had a MEGA tender mercy because one of the Hnas called us asking if she could help us in any way! And we explained the situation and she sent her sons to come help us! MIRACLE! We tried organizing the house but its really funny because our tiny house has 2 refi`s and 2 of basically everything. But all in all it was a really interesting, good experience. </i><br />
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<i>Viernes: We payed everything we needed to for the house, we ate in our own house, and we also went for interviews with president and I got your package! Thanks a billion! It was a complete surprise I was so happy. Also!! Got a letter from Mexico saying they took my package :( SAD DAY! But I am grateful for all I DO HAVE!</i><br />
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<i>Sabado: We had some success and found some golden investigators! It was a miracle! Then we ate with bishop and had a lesson about deep doctrine! I loved it! As a missionary you don`t get deep doctrine. I am really excited to study it went I go home. </i><br />
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<i>Domingo: Such a great, tender, day. The Santa Cena was amazing, a brother that is reactivated blessed the sacrament and began to cry during the prayer. The Spirit was so strong and I felt a greater love and appreciation for the Sacrament. I played piano. The ward makes fun of me because I play the really hard hymns with ease and the really easy hymns are hard for me. Ah well! We had 5 investigators and 5 menos activos in the capilla! </i><br />
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<i>I wish I could tell you everything but I don`t have much time left. It is a miracle living and serving a mission. I wouldn't give it up for anything. </i><br />
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<i>hermana Burton</i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-23445708088976775182015-10-26T19:10:00.000-07:002015-11-02T19:19:23.227-08:00With Another Gringa<i>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GB THIS WEEK! I SERIOUSLY cannot believe that she is 17.. that is insane! I was 17 like yesterday, wasn´t I? I love my beautiful sister! </i><br />
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<i>The hurricane didn't come anywhere near, so we are good. It makes me feel good to know that people were concerned for me. </i><br />
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<i>Well. We had cambios and I am with another gringa... hahaha. Hna B de Pleasant Grove, UT. She is sweet. I have known her pretty much the whole mission, not well but have known of her. We literally have had the same areas the whole mission, Huatabampo, Constitucion, Reforma, so it's fun to talk about the areas and the people and she told me something that made me so happy! S, from Barrio Consti went to the TEMPLE! Ah seriously it still makes me get super giddy like a little girl! She went to the temple and is super strong in the church! It makes me so so happy. </i><br />
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<a name='more'></a><i>Also, Hna Z went with HNA S! MY MOM!! (in the mission) So grandma and mija are together! isn´t that awesome?!?! I am so excited for them. </i><br />
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<i>What else... can you write me a list of things that you want (as a family and friends) from here in Mexico? Starting now so I can start collecting. I know vanilla will be on the list! haha. And also, is it okay if I leave like more than half of my things here? I don´t want to see these clothes ever again and HZ asked for them and I don´t want to be overweight luggage for things I will never use again.</i><br />
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<i>Have you ever read the article Becoming Perfect in Christ by Gerrit W Gong... it´s from the Liahona of July 2014, I found it and it helped me seriously so so much. I invite you to read it. <a href="https://www.lds.org/ensign/2014/07/young-adults/becoming-perfect-in-christ?lang=eng">https://www.lds.org/ensign/2014/07/young-adults/becoming-perfect-in-christ?lang=eng</a></i><br />
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<i>Things are going good here in the area, we are having success with the menos activos. So that is fun, I guess. </i><br />
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<i>Hermana Burton </i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-28410666093954380972015-10-19T20:30:00.000-07:002015-10-21T20:34:35.986-07:00This Message Really Changes Lives<i>Mexico is great! I am so grateful I am serving a mission. It rocks! even in the hard weeks. This week was a lot better. A LOT! I LOVE MY COMPANION! She makes me laugh everyday and when I started looking to love and to kill with kindness, we both (the peruana and I) came out WINNERS! I am so glad to hear about DillPickle and know that he is a RM! And my Jesse too! They are such great people. It´s so weird that now it´s MY Generation that is doing the whole come home from a mission thing. I am a young adult! What the kwan! </i><br />
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<i>This week we were able to find an hermana inactiva that stopped going to church at 12 years old! She recognized us when we knocked on her door (we were guided by the spirit to her house) and we have had such amazing lessons with her this week where i have seen how much this message really changes lives. She came to church with us this Sunday and we have an appt with her tonight! God is real and cares for each one of His children! Also they asked me to play the piano for the PRIMARY PROGRAM! How exciting! Cambios this Sunday as well. Only 2 more left! CRAZY! I love you! </i><br />
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<i>Hermana Burton</i>Dionnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05966286026893432299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629257427517857226.post-88106740046497918032015-10-12T08:27:00.000-07:002015-10-13T08:30:00.210-07:00The Key to Know God<i>I love from the Liahona this month the article of Robert D Hales, The Plan of Salvation.</i><br />
<i><a href="https://www.lds.org/ensign/2015/10/the-plan-of-salvation-a-sacred-treasure-of-knowledge-to-guide-us?lang=eng">https://www.lds.org/ensign/2015/10/the-plan-of-salvation-a-sacred-treasure-of-knowledge-to-guide-us?lang=eng</a> It is a good reminder to me to have a eternal perspective. That is crucial. As a mother, as a sister, as a missionary, as a member of the church, as a human here on earth. </i><br />
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<i>One of the mottos that I have here on the mission goes like this... </i><br />
<i>The key to know God is to struggle. </i><br />
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<i>In my hardest day this week, on my way home, I was stopped by Satan. Or should I say, a drunk man, but I know under who`s influence he was for he said to me, You! Where are you from? Argentina? </i><br />
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<i>No... I am from Washington. </i><br />
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<i>I am a missionary, I said... wanting nothing more than to just go back to the house. </i><br />
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<i>Yes... I said. Unhappily. Hahaha.</i><br />
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<i>I faked a smile. Yes! I am happy! </i><br />
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<i>Liar. You are not happy. Where is your mother? he asked.</i><br />
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<i>In Washington.</i><br />
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<i>And you don`t miss her? </i><br />
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<i>I said nothing. </i><br />
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<i>Vete a tu pais (</i>Go back to your own country<i>), he told me. Vete con tu mama. </i><br />
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<i>I left him standing in the street without saying another word, got home, knelt down and cried. A lot. </i><br />
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<i>But you know what, that's okay too. There are weeks like this. There are days like this. We are fighting against a grand leader. Satan has many followers. But we are stronger. Our Leader is perfect. And we will win in the end. The Plan of Salvation gives me hope. The Atonement gives me hope. Christ gives me hope. </i><br />
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<i>This next Sunday I will only have 3 months left. I can`t believe it. But I am going to give it all I got, for our family is in need of many blessings. </i><br />
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