Being a missionary is fun. Yes, it has it´s hard times, but 99% of the time is just plain enjoyable.
Kinda like how
life is.
This week was full of adventures. The people here are so crazy, but I love them. Andd Hermana Bennett and I just fit right it.
I love our ward. They love us. It´s a win win situation.
Besides all the exploring and adventuring, we still work sometimes. I promise.
We have a baptism coming up this weekend and we are so excited! It will be Hermana Bennetts last weekend here on the Island and we´re ending her stay here on a good note. Beatriz is getting baptized on Saturday! She´s amazing. We set a date the first day I got here and we´ve seen the most amazing change in her. I´ll be sure to give you an update next week of how everything went!
So, yesterday was Father´s day. How blessed am I to have two of the most wonderful dad´s in the world! I really do feel like the luckiest girl. Yesterday I had the opportunity to speak in sacrament meeting and all last week I was thinking about what I could share with our little ward here on the Island. I got to thinking a lot about how blessed we all are to have such a loving Father in Heaven.
Often times people ask me what the hardest thing is about being a missionary. The first thing that might come to mind is waking up early after long hard days, following such a strict schedule, walking miles on end in the hot sun, or being so far away from loved ones. For me, however? Those things are blessings that just come from being a missionary. The hardest thing for me has been realizing how many people misunderstand the role of God as our Heavenly Father.
For the past 15 months I´ve noticed that many people view God as an untouchable, unreachable, unknowing being. They see Him as something that is so far out of reach and someone too incomprehensible to really have a personal relationship with. Or they view Him as a Creator that has left us to defend for our own here on Earth. Or, for me the most heartbreaking, those who see God as someone who punishes and condemns in a way in which we should fear.
And for the past 15 months I have done my very best to personally understand God´s role more profoundly and testify of His love more couragously.
Out of all the names that He could have us call Him, He asks us to call him Father.
I often think about my fathers and how much love I know they have for me. I know that they would, without a doubt, sacrifice the world for me and their family. With this perspective I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of how much greater our Father in Heaven´s love is for each and everyone of His children.
Think about the moment we left our Father´s presence as we made our journey here to Earth. I can't help but think about how difficult that would have been for Him. I wonder if the thought ever crossed His mind, "Will she remember me?" "Will she remember how much I love her?" "Will she keep in mind that I´m cheering her on and that I´ll be awaiting her return with open arms?"
I am so thankful that I can be here in Spain to testify to others about the love that God has for us. I know that He is our Father and has a love more perfect that anything we can ever experience. As I near the end of my mission I can't help but think about my dads and how I´m the lucky one.
Mustaches!!!
We went to Monkey Park today!
Mystery Machine Loving!
Love you all!
Muah!
Hermana Scheu
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