Always My Mission.

In the MTC, we had a Sunday night fireside, and the speaker said something along the lines of, "Since the day I got home from my mission, not a day has passed by where I haven't thought about my mission." I remember a good MTC district buddy of mine turned to me and said, "I don't really believe that. There's no way that not ONE day has passed." At the time, I agreed and thought, "Yeah...I don't really see how that is possible."

Well, now that I have been home for two months, I strongly disagree with my young, missionary self. The mission is a life-changing experience, and so many things are seen and experienced in those two short years.

And so it shouldn't be a huge surprise to me that I have honestly thought and/or looked back on my mission every single day since arriving home. Not a day passes by where I don't see something that reminds me of one of the following: one of my companions, President Gillespie, one of my converts, one of the ward members/leaders, a feeling or impression that I had while in my mission, or just Chile in general. The list goes on and on.

Here are a few of those things that I am reminded of:

And so even though my mission has come to a close, I recognize that it will always my mission--the turning point of my young, not-yet-old life. And I recognize that I am responsible to continue doing my part as a disciple of Jesus Christ.

Lost Treasure #7: The Beard

A good six or seven weeks before my brother Matt returned from his mission, I decided to let my beard grow out. I don't have a picture from that exact moment in time (it was MUCH longer than the substitute photo below). I do, however, have this picture from the Spring of 2007 when my facial hair was longer, accompanied by a picture that was taken when Matt shaved my face off.

Did I mention that I looked a lot more attractive back then? My opinion, of course.

Spring 2007

May 1, 2008

Slurpees (Brought To You By Google Voice)

Listen to my voice mail from Levi that I received via my Google voice:



And this is the transcription that Google voice transcribed for me:

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The Power That Comes From Reading The Book Of Mormon

Since arriving home almost two months ago, I have been surprised by the truthfulness of some of the advice and warnings that I received from other RM's, from my mission president, and from the stake leaders that greeted me upon my arrival.

You see, almost all of them told me--one time or another--that Satan works especially hard on RM's. I, being silly, first thought to myself, "Well, they said the same thing to me when I was in high school, when I was preparing to be a missionary, and while I was a missionary. So I am used to this whole temptation business!"

Nope. It really is true. No, I haven't been tempted to go and commit a serious sin or anything like that. It's quite the opposite actually. Most of the temptations that have been thrown at me have been temptations to do nothing. So instead of tempting me to commit a serious sin, the Adversary has indeed taken a different approach by trying to tempt me to not keep the commandments by doing nothing.

Luckily enough for me, I made a decision a long time ago that I would always be a disciple of Christ. I am not perfect--I know that now more than I ever have before. I'm not the smartest person, either. I even feel a little immature for my 21-year-old self at times. But I do know one thing: God will bless us if we are obedient. That's because He loves us more than we can comprehend.

And I've really come to learn that. So although I've been tempted to stop praying, to stop reading, to stop going to church...I haven't given in. And I never will. But when I got home, I did make the mistake of stopping to read The Book of Mormon. I still prayed daily, I still read in church books such as The Miracle of Forgiveness, I still attended church.

But I put down The Book of Mormon, and I didn't open its pages for a few weeks. I noticed a huge difference in my life, and I often prayed, "Heavenly Father, what is going on? I am going to church, I am always praying to Thee, and I am reading in church books. But why do I feel empty?"

I am grateful for the Juarez Family from my family ward. They sent us a paper in their Christmas newsletter that challenged everyone to read The Book of Mormon December 12, 2012 (12/12/12). JoAnn put a copy of it on my desk. And one night I felt strongly that I needed to complete this challenge.

And so I went right to work with it. Along with praying daily and reading The Miracle of Forgiveness daily, I began to study The Book of Mormon. And the change that has taken place in my life is indescribable. Only a few weeks has past, but I have felt a peace enter into my life. I have had a few job opportunities come up when I was struggling to find work. I've gathered up the courage to attend the Singles Ward, and I am meeting a lot of new people. I no longer fear the future; God has blessed me with personal revelation as I have read that sacred, powerful Book.

I am a witness that The Book of Mormon changes lives. It's changed mine. I testify that it is true, and that it was written by Prophets of God. I know that by reading it, each and every one of us can draw even closer to God. I love The Book of Mormon, and I will always stand as a witness of the truthfulness that it contains.

Lost Treasure #6: "The Week Of Work"

I found the following two photos in a folder entitled "The Week Of Work." If I recall correctly, Brent Nelson and I spent about a week figuring out how we were going to build this bad boy. Two memories from that week stick out:

1)Brent Nelson and I running in and out of Office Max with a new hard drive in the pouring rain.

2)Brent Nelson saying to me (while working on the PC; about to put the CPU in), "Hey, bring me some toilet paper, bring me some toilet paper!" I thought to myself, "Oh, dang. He's either really got to sneeze or he has a bloody nose. Either way...my PC is in danger." So I ran and got the toilet paper! But I was surprised when Brent Nelson took the toilet paper and proceeded to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Classic.

I was 13-years-old when Brent Nelson taught me how to build a computer.

Me. PRETENDING to do something.

Brent Nelson. ACTUALLY doing something.

Lost Treasure #5: Happy Birthday, Baby Brother!

Today is my baby brother Luke's 13th Birthday. WOW!! I cannot believe how quick you are growing up. Love you, brother!!!

Mission Memory #1: A Year Ago Tomorrow

This will be my first entry of "Mission Memories." Today's journal entry comes from an entry I wrote on January 2, 2011. It gives you an idea of what it's like to be a missionary on New Years day.

Just so you have an idea...this was my second transfer as a senior companion, and I still didn't make the greatest decisions. And when I mention we played the Wii...It's not like we were sitting down and playing for two hours straight. There were a bunch of kids there, and the adults didn't know how the Wii worked, so we were helping the kids out. Looking back...It WAS with an investigator on New Years day, so it wasn't as bad as I make it sound in the entry.

Enjoy!

January 2, 2011 (7:58 AM)

Okay, before I tell you yesterday's story, I thought I'd say: Happy 13th Birthday, Luke Nelson! Wow. I can't believe how old he is now. Crazy! Happy Birthday, brother! I'm proud of you. I love you.

I'm not so sure that we are going to finish strong this weekend. Why? Well, yesterday was so weird. No one was out in the streets. All of our appointments fell through, too, and so we decided to pass by a few members to see if we could visit them and spend a little time with them. But nope! They weren't in their houses either. It was strange. We ended up spending a few hours with the Mardones family. We ate lunch with them a few days ago, and the daughter (Kabriel) informed us that she wanted to be baptized. So we're going to teach her on Tuesday, and she'll be baptized this change. FTW! But yeah...we stopped by their house to use the bathroom, but we were actually there for a good two hours. Yikes. I've never felt so "chueco" [Chilean word for disobedient or rebelious] in my life! Yes...it gets worse. What else did we do...??? We played Mario Party 8 with them for a little while! THE WORSTS!!! But we're never going to do it again. We can't be "chuecos!" ;-)

Well...today we have church, and it should be sweet. Valeska's family will be there, as will be Kabriel. Four investigators at church FTW! :) We're excited for that. Well, it should be an interesting day, then. I'll do my best to keep you updated tonight rather than tomorrow morning. ;-) Missionary work FTW, FTW, FTW. (P.S. I wonder how Scott Oehler (AKA Elder Oehler) is doing in the MTC? I imagine he's great! I love you, brother!) [I ask myself that because Scott and I used to always say "FTW, FTW, FTW"]

One more random thought before I close my journal...Elder Chris Berry has TWO months left in the mission. What the heck!? I don't believe that. Even crazier: Elder T.A.Brunner only has six months left in the mission. *confused* How can it be!? That means I'm running out of time...So let's go to work!! :) [Time DID pass very fast.]

The streets of Quillota (my area) on January 1, 2011 around 1 PM. Normally the streets were PACKED.