tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89245710493570875222024-02-07T19:25:06.821-08:00Sister Green's Adventure to the PhilippinesSister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-41992214421781593512014-07-21T12:41:00.002-07:002014-07-21T12:42:59.880-07:00Week Apatnapu-isa: UnexpectedHello everyone? What's happening over there in the US of A? Because
obviously...I'm still not there. Yep, I'm still in the Missionary
Recovery Center. Due to the crazy typhoon that ripped through Manila the
other day, our visas were delayed due to the Immigration Office being
powerless for a good four days.<br />
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But, finally, our Infield Representative walked in this
afternoon with a big smile on his face and passports in his hand. My
flight is <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1329411472" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">on Wednesday</span></span>,
so looks like I'll be home before you know it. Of course, I'm still a
little in shock about this. I feel like I've said all that needs to be
said, and now I'm just rambling if I give a big speech again. My flight
gets in almost <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1329411473" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">midnight on Wednesday</span></span>
evening in Phoenix, so it looks like the RM welcome wagon won't be as
typical as the movies, but that's all good. Typical has never been my
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I'm okay, honestly. This week has been dizzying,
tiring, dragging, relaxing, and every other "ing" word you can think of,
plus some major spiritual moments that have opened my eyes to how much
my Heavenly Father loves me. I've just been trying to come to grips with
how quickly my life has once again spun me around and pushed me in
another direction. I feel a little bit like a rag doll, or a child with a
leash around my waist, just going with it. I'm a little confused about
what the future holds for me, but where's the fun in knowing everything
anyway? It'll all work out in the end. It always does.</div>
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I'm going on an adventure once again...just a rather
different one. But then again, isn't "unexpected" part of the journey
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Love you all! See you soon!</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-67545588799911689162014-07-14T08:47:00.000-07:002014-07-14T08:51:10.692-07:00Week Apatnapu: At the Crossroads<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Sometimes, God has a plan for you that you didn't have for yourself. Just a little more than a year ago, going on a mission was the impossible future, It was the path I never planned to take, or even wanted to. Then, in a miraculous change of heart, my soul was turned to the work. That alone I called a miracle, a decision that will shape my life forever. I was, am, and ever will be convinced that my mission was the best choice I ever made, though it wasn't mine alone. I firmly believe that I was guided toward this mission, with the help of many others who showed me that was the right way. </span><br />
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Then during my mission, I never imagined I wouldn't be able to finish my eighteen months. And yet, here I am, at the crossroads again, decisions expanding out in front of me. During my mission, I never imagined I'd be spending my fortieth week in the Missionary Recovery Center. And on my mission, though it was something I feared, it was never part of my plan for me to be sitting in front of the Area Medical Assistant with him telling me that returning home to receive proper medical care is the best and safest possible option. But here I am. </div>
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I am officially coming home, everyone. The pain in my back makes it hard for me to walk, stand, or even sit for long periods of time. I understand the decision to release me - I know I cannot help the work if I'm constantly having to stay home because of pain. It isn't fair to my companion or my area. And like I said in my last email, I'm okay. I'd be lying to say that I'm not disappointed or tempted to be discouraged. After all, leaving my mission will be one of the hardest things I've ever done. I'm terrified to leave, to come back to the world, especially when it feels so premature. In my lowest point last week, I said in slight bitterness that going home wasn't part of the plan. I was meant to serve a mission, I reasoned, so in my process of thought it was failure to return early - an unwanted detour to my life. Then my companion looked at me and told me, "Sister Green, going home early wasn't your plan. But it's His plan."</div>
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I've thought about that many times this week in the MRC. It wasn't my plan to serve a mission in the first place either, but I did. So though it isn't <i>my</i> plan to return home early, maybe it's a higher plan. A better plan. I recently read a story about thinking of life as a tandem bike ride, and how at first you were steering, but eventually, you and God switch places. And the Lord is just taking a million detours, and He's climbing mountains, and taking this bike through rivers and valleys, and you're just in back thinking "What the heck are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Because you just wanted to get to point A to point B the fastest you can and now, suddenly you're flying through the underbrush and just climbing steep cliffs. But you also pass by gorgeous scenes and you just learn that the hard stuff is worth it to see the beauty. And sooner or later, you start to enjoy this bike ride a lot more when God is the one steering, and He's always right there with you, just reminding you to keep pedaling.</div>
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This story was timely as I really reflected that though I might have had a set "plan" for my life, it isn't going to work out if I'm just really stubborn and unwilling to change based on what God has in store for me. My life without the mission would be a lesser life than the life and experience I have now. Perhaps I've learned the lessons I was meant to out here, and now my life needs to continue again at home. Maybe my lesson is there now. Maybe my lesson is to take the things I know and put them to use in the real world. It'll be the hardest change I've ever done, but I know that it's supposed to happen. So I'm okay. I'll be fine. Better than fine. I'll be following this crazy path in front of me with faith.</div>
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The MRC is lovely. Sort of like a stress-free environment for broken missionaries. We're just a small little family of ten missionaries that take care of each other and are taken care of by Elder and Sister Kasteler, also known as the "K's". Sister K is a sweetie who just has become the mother of this little group. We have a glorious darling of a cook named Divine, who lives up to her name. Even though all of us are in pain, we feel so comfortable here, being together with friends as we all try to make sense of what's happening to us. Some of us go home, some go back to the field. </div>
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I had just been told, or shortly after I was told about my soon, sure departure, when I was talking to Sister Carly, a senior missionary who was very sweet to me. Though I was still trying to sort through the proper emotions to have in this situation, she comforted me and told me that I don't need to freak out. On the contrary, she said, God has a plan for each of us. He sends His missionaries out to the field to fulfill their purpose, but also to learn a few lessons. She reminded me that the Area Presidency would not send me home if they felt I still had work to do. She reminded me that I was part of the 2% of youth in the world that actually go on missions in the first place. She told me that even though I wasn't doing the whole eighteen months, that just meant that I learned the lessons I was meant to, and that God has a new mission for me back home. Though I may be returning early, she said that the Lord was proud of me for being part of that small percentage who have a desire to serve. </div>
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This reminded me of the Robert Frost poem, "Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood". Of course, you know the punch line of that one. <i>I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.</i> Nothing could be more accurate for me. Though in my life before my mission, my options were like crossroads, endless choices expanding and resulting in different destinations. Crossroads mind you. Unlike Frost, I feel like my options are a little more than just two roads. So anyway, back to my crossroads. I chose the one less traveled by, and I will be grateful for that decision for the rest of my life, because truly it has made all the difference. And because of that one decision, I've changed for the better. And now I'm just at the crossroads again, just with very different options and very different results. I'm apprehensive of course, but I just have to keep pedaling.</div>
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I know everything will work out. My testimony is only getting stronger through this. I know the gospel is true, I know The Book of Mormon is the word of God, I know Thomas S. Monson is the true and living prophet on the earth today. And I know that absolutely nothing in my life will bring me more lasting joy than serving in this church with all my heart, might, mind, and strength in any way that I can, even if it isn't here in the Philippines as a full-time missionary. I'm not stopping my work just because the plan changed. I am yet strong! Give me one more mountain!</div>
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I'll see you in a week or so, everyone. Can't wait for your smiles, hugs, and of course some yummy treats and heating pads for my back wouldn't go amiss either...haha jokelang!</div>
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Mahal ko kayo!</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-56493025693248995562014-07-06T23:41:00.001-07:002014-07-06T23:41:16.011-07:00Week Tatlumpu't-Siyam: Photographs<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-2027954367582514862014-07-06T23:41:00.000-07:002014-07-06T23:41:04.431-07:00Week Tatlumpu't-Siyam: Livin' on a Prayer<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Wooooahhhhhhh WE'RE HALFWAY THERE...woooAHHHHH! LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!</span><br />
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This week, I will hit my nine months mark. That is beyond insane. I'm halfway done with my mission. And, like, the wise Bon Jovi song, I am definitely living on a prayer. I was hesitant to let you all know this, but if I don't, I don't really have an excuse for the sad amount of work that was accomplished this week.</div>
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So, I told you last week that I was more or less healthy. That wasn't exactly true to the fullest extent. Now, I'm telling you all this in confidence that you won't freak out or bombard my parents with emails. Remain calm.</div>
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On a wise whim, my mission mom ordered me to have a back x-ray two weeks ago, which I found to be very silly at the time, but last Monday I found out that apparently I have scoliosis and something called lumbosacral instability. There is an acute curve in my lower spine, which they say is causing a lot of my back pain, my odd ballerina stance (if any of you have ever noticed), and all that jazz. The instability is the major problem though, which I still don't know the extent of. Though super concerned, I told my mission mom, Sister Guanzon, that I can walk, run, bend, and work, because if my back hurts at all, it's mild pain that I shove to the back of my head. For those of you who know me, back pain has always been on my list of things to deal with, so I wasn't that worried.</div>
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Unfortunately, after that <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_945341828" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Monday</span></span>, my pain steadily got worse, until it peaked yesterday and we weren't able to work because sitting, standing, and even laying down does not bring this tired Sister a whole lot of comfort. Unfortunately, I'm a little out for the count, which is very frustrating sometimes. Sister Guanzon tells me that we're flying to Manila this week to have a full check up on my spine.</div>
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But you know what? It's all good. I've decided that it's going to be okay. I don't know what'll happen this week. But I'm okay. This puti is still fighting. I had a bad day <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_945341829" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Friday</span></span> with the prospect of going home early. Like, I sort of broke down, feeling a little like a failure. But through that pain, a phrase from a scripture came to my mind.</div>
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That was a big comfort to me. So I've decided that whatever happens happens and that even if my mission comes to a premature close, I don't have to leave the "field". Temple work, family history, visiting teaching, relief society, and being exactly obedient, will be my missionary work if I can no longer serve here. I've just decided that I just need to trust God on this one. </div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">So if my mission lasts for nine more months or nine more days, consider me 100% okay. Nothing is going to stop me from serving, whether it be here in the Philippines or wherever. I'll go where God wants me to go.</span></div>
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We had interviews with President this week, which as usual had me electrified with enthusiasm for missionary work. Before the interviews, President spoke to our district about our area - something we were definitely discouraged about. He asked what we saw in the area. Six missionaries were suddenly very quiet. But I opened my mouth and suggested slowly, "Potential." President nodded and asked us to consider a temple district. What are they made of? Stakes. What are stakes made of? Wards. What comes before a ward? President waved a hand at us. A branch, he said. He asked us if we could imagine a temple in Malilipot, right over the rice fields. He asked us to remember that our work adds to the sum total - every little drop counts as we slowly help build the church here. What an awesome responsibility! </div>
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It was an incredible reminder, especially since this was another hectic week. We were in Legazpi <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2016187121" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Monday</span></span> and <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2016187122" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Tuesday</span></span>, with doctors appointments, tests, and xrays. Don't freak out, now. Turns out, my kidney stones have miraculously disappeared with just the aid of my medication. My mission mom says it's a little bit of a miracle that the stone is just *poof* gone. I am (more or less) healthy! Just as well, the expeditions to Legazpi severely damaged our work time, and we were feeling pretty exhausted, and not in a good fulfilling way. So President's inspired reminder was like injecting fire into my veins. I was ready to work again, keeping this temple vision in mind.</div>
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And we do have work to do. President had us resplit our areas, so now Sister Sanchez and I have a very large chunk of Malilipot Central, which is very new and exciting since all of our areas have previously been very far from the church. Now I'm very excited about this area, though everyone made it clear to us that we were inheriting a difficult area. No investigators in the whole area, almost like we're opening it for the first time. And members, missionaries, and basically everyone we talked to said that it's going to be tough. Facing this new challenge, I was reminded of chapter 26 in the book of Alma, in the Book of Mormon. Ammon and his brothers have spent fourteen <i>years</i> being missionaries and Ammon recalls:</div>
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<i>"Now do ye remember, my brethren, that we said unto our brethren in the land of Zarahemla, we go up to the land of Nephi, to preach unto our brethren, the Lamanites, and they laughed us to scorn?</i></div>
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<i>For they said unto us: Do ye suppose that ye can bring the Lamanites to the knowledge of the truth? Do ye suppose that ye can convince the Lamanites of the incorrectness of the traditions of their fathers, as stiffnecked a people as they are; whose hearts delight in the shedding of blood; whose days have been spent in the grossest iniquity; whose ways have been the ways of a transgressor from the beginning? Now my brethren, ye remember that this was their language." (verses 23-24)</i></div>
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Now, I could relate to this for sure. New area, with no investigators, and a whole bunch of testimonies of how unperceptive the people are? Just call me Ammon! But Sister Sanchez and I, inspired by President's love for the work, refused to give up. We kept that temple image in mind. We kept focused on and prayed for those people we were about to meet and love. </div>
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<i>"But behold, my beloved brethren, we came into the wilderness not with the intent to destroy our brethren, but with the intent that perhaps we might save some few of their souls." (verse 25)</i></div>
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First day of tracting the new area was a bunch of blow offs. Being a fairly tiring week to begin with, we were less than excited to be rejected a million times. After the first few hours of no luck and more than a few uncomfortable cat calls by the local menfolk to me, we were tempted to become discouraged, tempted to believe that it maybe, just maybe, those testimonies about the hardness of the area could be true. But then I read Alma 26 again and thought like Ammon.</div>
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<i>"Now when our hearts were depressed, and we were about to turn back, behold, the Lord comforted us, and said: Go amongst thy brethren, the Lamanites, and bear with patience thine afflictions, and I will give unto you success." (verse 27)</i></div>
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Take about a pep talk! So we squared our shoulders and tracted again the next day, determined to let these people know that we weren't going anywhere. Again, we had cause to be discouraged. Twice, while walking down and back up the same stretch of road, a woman shrieked horrific profanity at us. Sadly, she was proficient in English in this area, and I was so shocked that she was screaming at us - two sister missionaries minding their own business and just walking. But although this was cause to be discouraged, cause to "turn back", I felt a familiar sense of stubbornness take over me. They don't want me here? Well, I'm here to stay. They don't want to listen to me? Fine, I'll try the next house, and the one after that, and after that until I find that soul ready to receive the truth. This message is worth it - worth all the pain, sorrow, and rejection this area has to offer me.</div>
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<i>"And we have entered into their houses and taught them, and we have taught them in their streets; yea, and we have taught them upon their hills; and we have also entered into their temples and their synagogues and taught them; and we have been cast out, and mocked, and spit upon, and smote upon our cheeks; and we have been stoned, and taken and bound with strong cords, and cast into prison; and through the power and wisdom of God we have been delivered again.</i></div>
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<i>And we have suffered all manner of afflictions, and all this, that perhaps we might be the means of saving some soul; and we supposed that our joy would be full if perhaps we could be the means of saving some." (verses 29-30)</i></div>
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And you know what? We may not have been like Ammon and converted the city, but we're starting. We're determined to work. We found some people who may not be leaping for joy yet, but they're willing to listen. As we were walking out of a less actives home, I saw an old man reading the Bible in a chair outside. Though I didn't want to be involved in any Bible Bashing party, I felt like I should talk to him, and I've learned on the mission to<i>never</i> discount that feeling. So, swallowing my fear and hesitancy and grabbing Sister Sanchez by the arm, I walked up to him and said hello. He invited us to sit down, introduced himself, and we began to talk. He's had missionary friends before from Ohio, years ago, and he said back then he wasn't exactly open to other religions. But now, he said, in his old age, he's studied a lot of different religions. He told us that he was searching for truth, and he doesn't feel like he's found it yet. Well, I smiled so big and asked him if we could come back to share with him, and he just nodded and told me we definitely could. What a blessing!</div>
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President told me during my interview with him that in order to be exactly obedient, sometimes you have to take the offensive. For example, if you're someone who hates waking up early (hemhem), and you're supposed to wake up at <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2016187123" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">6:30</span></span>, you set your alarm for <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2016187124" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">6am</span></span>. Same with our work, as I've noticed. If we just work to work, we'll get results. But if we go out every single day with the determination and faith that we'll find those waiting people, we'll get miracles. We'll get true conversion. President also told me it all comes down to choice. I have the choice to be happy. I have the choice to work hard. I have the choice to not get discouraged. I have the choice to fight for what I know to be true. I have the choice to look sorrow and misery in the face and turn the other way. </div>
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I'm inspired by a story of John Taylor, the third prophet of this dispensation. I read it the other day and it just made me feel like climbing a mountain. Here it is: </div>
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<i>In 1838, soon after his call to the Quorum of the Twelve, John Taylor traveled toward Far West, Missouri, to join the Saints. Along the way, he was scheduled to speak to a group near Columbus, Ohio. A little before the appointed time, some brethren brought news that a number of men had gathered at the meeting place and were plotting to tar and feather Elder Taylor. The brethren advised him to cancel the meeting because they were outnumbered and would not be able to protect him. However, Elder Taylor insisted he would go and preach as planned and would do so even if he had to go by himself.</i></div>
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How can you not love that dedication? John Taylor is my newest personal hero. So when I'm tempted to feel discouraged, when I'm tempted to feel never good enough, when pain, health issues, rejection, home-sickness, or any other ailment comes my way? I'm with John Taylor on this one: <b>"Come on, I say, I am ready!" </b></div>
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And then, when I've done this, my very best, when I've tracted every house in Malilipot with vigor and love and dedication to this message, then I can be like Ammon and say:</div>
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<i>"Now behold, we can look forth and see the fruits of our labors; and are they few? I say unto you, Nay, <b>they are many</b>; yea, and we can witness of their sincerity, because of their love towards their brethren and also towards us." (verse 31)</i></div>
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So that's my missionary rant for this week. I hope all of you are safe, healthy, and that you know you are loved by so many people, particularly one tired, but bright-eyed sister missionary in the Philippines. You are all so amazing, and I miss you a lot. Embrace your inner John Taylor! You're awesome.</div>
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I LOVE YOU.</div>
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Palagi,</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-68137698343788248552014-06-23T23:35:00.000-07:002014-06-24T23:37:29.170-07:00Tatlumpu't-Pito: When You Can't Run...<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Possibly one of the most horrible sounds in my world is pig screaming. No, you read that right. Pig screaming. So my house is right next to the highway, and across the road is a business where they raise pigs. So then every morning, they tie these pigs up, put them on tricycles, and drive them away to slaughter. So these pigs, while they are being hauled out of their barn and being tied and loaded, they scream, squeal, and shriek for about five minutes. It's a horrific sound that makes me plug my ears and never want to eat bacon again. And every time I hear it, I just say out loud, "Tell me, Clarice...have the pigs stopped screaming?" Sister Sanchez says it now too. Props to those who get it, and if you don't, just know that I hate, loathe, abhor that sound. But it sure wakes me up in the morning. Sorry, that was so random, but I literally have little to nothing to tell you in this email. Nothing that exciting to tell!</span><br />
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This week was an up and down week. </div>
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Up because one of our favorite investigators came to church, which was beautiful and such a boost for us, especially since we had been convinced for the first hour no one was coming. No baptismal date yet, but we have faith that Heavenly Father is watching out for us. </div>
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Also, funny thing happened. So we're teaching this 14 year old investigator, and we're ending his lesson. He's starting to progress, which is glorious. Before when we asked him if he wanted to serve a mission once he gets baptized, and he was initially saying no way, but when we asked him the other day, he started asking questions about the blessings we receive and the way we help people when we serve! Awh, hooray! He's still young, so we're really trying to help him get his life in order. But during our last lesson, he did not want to pray. This happens sometimes, so we just suggested things he could pray for. We did this a few times until he was like "Okay, okay." So Sister Sanchez and I bowed our heads...and he RAN. He bolted out of his chair, literally jumped over me and booked it out of there! Sister Sanchez and I just yelled after him, but he just waved a hand at us. So, unable to leave without closing the lesson, we just sat there dying of laughter until he finally came back. He's such a cute kid. A ridiculous one sometimes, but it's nice to see him enjoying our lessons a little more. </div>
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This week was down because I once again am struggling with my perfectionism issues. I just have those little moments of "darn, I'm just not cutting it" and I feel pretty sad sometimes. Like even though I feel better than I have in a long time and I feel really squared away with God, I just sometimes feel that I'm just not fulfilling my potential. I know it's all just temptation and perspective, I know I'm a working progress, but I had a few bad moments this week. It's just hard not to compare yourself to others sometimes. But this is also a good opportunity for me to be humble and figure out how to truly trust in the Lord. I just want to let you know how much I appreciate your emails, prayers, and love. You really all keep me going. You hold me up! </div>
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<b>"When you can't run, you crawl. And when you can't do that anymore, you find someone to carry you." </b></div>
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So thank you for carrying me and helping me remember my worth. You're the best group of people a missionary could ever ask for. I miss you all so much. Don't worry about me. Just keep up the prayers and I'll keep on running. I'm still chugging along. Next week will be better. It always is.</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-6724706554680037362014-06-16T23:38:00.000-07:002014-06-24T23:38:42.396-07:00Week Tatlumpu't-Anim: The Scientific Method<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
You know, I've taken way too many science classes in my life for someone who loves writing. And I've retained little from these classes over the years except little random facts; like "acro" means limb or if you get a certain sulfuric chemical on your hand it turns yellow and black. Despite the many science classes I've taken and the "in one ear and out the other" attitude of my left brain, one foundational lesson always strikes a chord of familiarity with me - it being the first lesson is any science class and the first chapter of any Biology book.</div>
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Now, I'm not about to pretend I know a ton about this since like I said, I'm useless in science. But from what I understand and remember about the Scientific Method is that it's a series of steps you must follow to conduct a successful experiment. </div>
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Sister Sanchez and I conducted such an experiment this week. Yesterday, in fact. This week was rather tough for us - we feel like we are working well together and that we are prepared, but our area isn't progressing as I'd like it to be. Rejections were high. We understand that we're being humbled, and it's not like we don't have work at all, but we want so much for the area to <i>progress.</i> To move forward and not just be parked on the corner of hard heads and closed hearts, adjacent to "Sorry Sisters, I'm busy" avenue. But no matter how hard we tried this week to do better than just good, we found ourselves stuck.</div>
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So after transfer announcements <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1757276404" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Saturday</span></span> night, finding that we're still blissfully together, we wrote down our transfer goals. Among these include things like "exactly obedient", "teach by the spirit", and "be bold, but loving". We felt so good about our new goals that we decided to put them to the test. Our hypothesis was that if we were <i>exactly </i>obedient, we'd be able to achieve the Standard of Excellence the next day. We were ten lessons away, and that many on a <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1757276405" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Sunday</span></span>? Close to impossible, given that the usual average is four of six. But we were determined. We had our past data that concluded that obedience (perhaps not always exact) brought blessings, but mediocre work and a stagnant area. Our independent variable was our obedience - following exactly. Our dependent variable was the guidance and help of the spirit. Our control was same area, same route, same branch missionaries. </div>
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Our experiment <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1757276406" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Sunday</span></span> began perfectly. Up at <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1757276407" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">6:30am</span></span>, no lounging. Stretch. A focused and very spiritual companionship study. An amazing District Conference in Tabaco where we got to hear a broadcast with speakers Elder Quentin L. Cook, Carol McConkie, Bishop Dean Davies, and Elder Michael Teh. Came home, lunch, then we left to work. At this point, my confidence wavered. Ten lessons seems big, and it was ultra hot outside. I had holes in my shoes and we weren't moving very fast. But we had faith, kept going, and continued.</div>
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We taught some amazing lessons. One of which, we were teaching the mother of a 16 year old progressing investigator of ours. Her parents don't want her to be baptized, so we were trying to soften her heart a little. I just started testifying about how thankful I was for the gospel in my family and how blessed I was because of my father's choice to convert to the gospel and my parents' decision to raise us up in the church. Sister Sanchez spoke of her family's conversion too, and I could actually for once feel the spirit talking through me. I wasn't worried about Tagalog, I just spoke, and it came. I told her the truth - that people change their hearts through the gospel and that her daughter was trying to take that step. I told her that I'm not here on a vacation, but to help her family have eternal life. We even invited the nanay to be baptized. No bite yet, but the spirit testified that she felt the influence of the Holy Ghost and she committed to pray about it.</div>
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Most of our lessons were like that. The spirit was with us all afternoon, and because of that, we made a lot more commitments and bold statements of love. No baptismal commitments yet but we're close with a few, and it never hurts to extend! We worked hard till after <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1757276408" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">8pm</span></span>, ending on a superb, small lesson with an investigator that wasn't interested at first but who is now responding a little more to our concern and love for her.</div>
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And you know what we got? That's right. The Standard of Excellence. 10 lessons on a <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1757276409" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Sunday</span></span>, equaling a lovely perfect 35. Ultimate punch of victory! We were walking on sunshine last night! </div>
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Experiment Conclusion: We have proved our hypothesis to be correct. Obedience brings blessings, but exact obedience brings miracles. </div>
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Hopefully this continues, our transfer goals will be achieved, and we are able to continue and see this beautiful area progress. Watch out! These missionaries are onto the secret now! This week was tough, but with the help of the Lord, we ended on a good note, as always. </div>
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I possibly just had more success with the Scientific Method this week than I have in any of those science classes. Someone buy me a lab coat to celebrate. Loving life over here! So hard, but so rewarding. Just have to keep it up now! Hot hot hot, but nothing like missionary life to make a heart change and to realize the Lord's hand in your life. I feel better than I have in a long time. This gospel really does change people. I thought so before...but now I'm living proof. </div>
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Love all of you! Happy Father's Day to all the poppas!</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-2377286994537829602014-06-09T23:49:00.000-07:002014-06-24T23:49:50.611-07:00Week Tatlumpu't-Lima: Still Small Voice<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
I hope all of you are doing splendidly! You all seem a little silent lately, so I hope you're all alive and well and stuff. I miss you!</div>
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For those of you concerned by my health, stop your worrying! I'm on the road to a full recovery, which we saw by our increase in numbers this week. 37 lessons! Over the Standard of Excellence, which is a relief. I was feeling so responsible for our decrease in numbers, it feels good to be up there again. Legazpi Mission rising up!</div>
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I don't have much to say this week since unfortunately, not much happened. But we did have a crazy experience that I didn't even realize was significant until I thought about it more. </div>
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So we usually go to this one area named Binitayan three times a week, usually on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. So we planned as usual, but since we had exchanges <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_46406809" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Wednesday</span></span>, we were a little confused about where we would take the Sister Training Leaders since our plan had us going to all of our areas <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_46406810" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Tuesday</span></span>. We just sort of ignored it, figuring we'd just tract a lot. But later in the day, we both thought we should change our plan. No big deal, we selected one of the four areas we were going to and pushed it to the next day, <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_46406811" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Wednesday</span></span>. We didn't think about it anymore.</div>
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Exchanges went well and I effectively proved my efficiency in leading the area. But the next day, <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_46406812" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Friday</span></span>, when Sister Sanchez and I returned to Binitayan, we found the area and jungle road that we usually walk down oddly quiet. We went to our first house to teach a less active, and the Nanay came out and whispered to us that her husband wasn't here, he was farther down our route with some other men. We were super confused - she was whispering and looking around a lot. So we asked what was up and she explained that <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_46406813" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Thursday</span></span>, a wedding had been held along our usual jungle route. The guests drank too much, and a man was murdered - stabbed to death - right on our usual road. The man who killed him still was hiding in the jungle. So we turned right around and left since it wasn't safe. He was caught the next day though.</div>
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We were just shocked to realize that if we hadn't changed our Binitayan plan, we would have probably been along that road at the precise moment the wedding and the fight happened. What seemed at the time like an innocent choice to shift our schedule turned out to be a prompting from the Holy Ghost that kept us out of harms way. It was incredible to realize how blessed and protected we are as missionaries. We hadn't even "felt" the Holy Ghost, but we just last minute decided to change plans. It reminded me of a David A. Bednar talk where he mentions that sometimes we receive promptings that we don't know is the Holy Ghost until later, sometimes years! I am so thankful that we listened to the still, small voice!</div>
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Today is my 8 month missionary anniversary. WHAT? Can we just take a minute to freak out that time is literally growing wings? *furiously flies out the door to teach more people*</div>
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But in all seriousness, I've discovered that most days I and other missionaries don't feel like we've accomplished much here in the mission. And I know this is discouragement telling me that, and that I shouldn't be comparing baptisms as accomplishments. So I was thinking about accomplishments in my mission, and I just really came up with the fact that some people love me now that didn't love me before. Even if I don't have twenty baptisms, I have new friends. There are new people looking into the church, feeling the spirit that weren't before. And then if we look at my life? That's changed most of all.</div>
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I want so much more for my life than I did before. I want to be so much more. I want to accomplish so much more. But I want all of this in the right way, and I want my life to be so much more close to what Heavenly Father wants. I want to do things now that weren't top priority before: temple service, family history, relief society, service, ward missionary work. I want me and my family to study the scriptures every night together! That's such a simple thing, and I look back to before my mission when my parents wanted to do it and we just didn't think it was that important. That could have helped me so much in the past and I missed that opportunity. So now I know that they only way my family is going to make it is if we stick close to the gospel. </div>
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I was touched yesterday by something President Dieter F. Uchtdorf said that I read in the April 2014 Priesthood Session of General Conference in his talk entitled "Are You Sleeping Through the Restoration?": </div>
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<i>"There is too much a stake for us as individuals, families, and as Christ's Church to give only a halfhearted effort to this sacred work."</i></div>
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I've got to give it my all here in the mission, baptisms or no baptisms. We have to give it our all every day to share and grow in the gospel. I understand this more than I ever have before. And I'm so excited that I'm finally in the process of becoming someone who can gladly say that I'm doing everything I can to follow God's plan for me and my family.</div>
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"The Church is true, the Book is blue, and Moroni is always on the ball!"</div>
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Are you?</div>
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I LOVE YOU! Be safe, be smart! </div>
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Love love love,</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-57255427329289697002014-06-09T00:08:00.000-07:002014-06-25T00:09:36.303-07:00Week Tatlumpu't-Lima: Photographs<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-80116413595214680982014-06-02T23:56:00.000-07:002014-06-25T00:06:49.371-07:00Week Tatulumpu't-Apat: Photographs<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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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-50674386687403900342014-06-02T23:53:00.000-07:002014-06-24T23:53:59.205-07:00Week Tatulumpu't-Apat: Some Like it Hot<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
But I don't. It was very hot this week. I feel like my rubber shoes are melting to the pavement. Hopefully the rain comes back soon. We're supposed to be nearing the end of the "very hot" season. So I'm a happy puti over here. The only bright side of the heat is now I know Arizona heat will never bother me again.</div>
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The email might be a little scattered since it was a particularly hectic one, but as Sister Sanchez said as we sat on boulders in a jungle to catch our breath, "Ah, mission life." Totoo iyan. If I'm not stressed, hot, or tired, something is wrong!</div>
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We had Zone Conference this week, which was just super great. I got to see some of my friends from a neighboring zone and got to eat fake Italian food. I was personally reminded of my privilege to be a missionary, and I really loved President Guanzon's thoughts about the importance of watching out for our companions. He just kept saying, "We are protectors." I love that guy. He's incredible and so inspiring.</div>
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We also had Branch Family Home Evening, which was really fun, especially since the branch is so small. Our investigator, May-Anne, came to the church for the first time and she just kept saying how much fun she had. Sister Sanchez and I gave the lesson about loving one another, despite whether or not we're friends. We really focused on gossip and excluding others. We shared the "Bullying - Stop it" Mormon Message, which I love and can't help but cry every time I watch it. This message is so dear to me, I relate to it so much, and I can't express how important it is for everyone to watch it. For those of you who are non-members, this is not just for Mormons, and it is not pointed toward that at all. It's a beautiful message about how we need to stop adding to the heartache in the world through our own ignorant actions. Everybody take ten minutes and watch this. Here's the link: <a href="http://www.mormonchannel.org/video/mormon-messages?v=3267475157001" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://www.<wbr></wbr>mormonchannel.org/video/<wbr></wbr>mormon-messages?v=<wbr></wbr>3267475157001</a></div>
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As far as odd things this week, I had an interesting experience the other day. We were teaching an investigator in her little outside stand, sitting on bamboo benches and just teaching a short lesson while she had time. Squatting below us was an little woman, probably more than seventy years old. She was silent and possibly mentally challenged, given the way our investigator acted as if she was a mother to her. During the lesson, I took my foot partially out of my shoe to shake out some rocks. Immediately, the woman reached forward and poked my ankle. Now, this, I was rather used to; children run up and touch my skin all the time. But she didn't stop there. As Sister Sanchez testified, I watched this woman wrap both her hands around my ankle and rub them over my entire foot. Then she continued, her hands going up my leg, all the way to my knee. She did this several times, reaching over to do the same ritual to my other leg as I watched with confusion in silence. At some point, Sister Sanchez wondered why I wasn't saying anything, and she looked down as well. My companion just asked, "Uh...Nay?" But the woman didn't stop. She just looked up at me and then poked my arm a few times, then settled back into her squat. I don't know why I was so affected by this, but it was possibly one of the weirdest experiences of my life that somehow caused a lot of evaluation on how I look at the world and the people in it, and in turn how people see me. Like, what was the little old woman thinking as she did that? Just figured I should share. Maybe one of you has insights.</div>
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We had a really good experience this week with an investigator. This is the woman in the family that I mentioned last week that we met by chance. The lesson before our last one, we invited her to be baptized, and she declined because she's very family oriented and she said some of her children are against her changing her religion. This lesson, she brought up some of those same concerns, but we assured her that if her entire family listens to the message, they will all come to a knowledge of the truth. She said the closing prayer, and she started to sob. She thanked Heavenly Father for sending us to her and she said she accepted us with all her heart. After the prayer, she revealed to us that she knew our meeting wasn't by chance. We found her on a road when we met her. It was dark and we were just walking by. She was standing on the side of the road, she smiled, and so we talked to her. She invited us back to her house and that was all the story I knew - a really good chance meeting that God gave to us. But Bangai told us that she hadn't known why she was standing out there. Her house is far back away from the road, and she never takes that way to get to the road. But she was just standing there, and standing there for so long, and she said he hadn't known why. She said she had just <i>felt </i>like she was waiting for someone, but she hadn't known who it was. And then we came along. I am so grateful to Heavenly Father for prompting her to stand out there for so long, waiting for us. I know God has a plan for all His children to hear the gospel!</div>
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I'm doing sort of well, health wise. Some days are worse than others in regards to pain, but I'm taking my medicines and trying to follow the instructions of not pushing myself too hard. That's the hardest bit right there. I have to be working or else I feel like I'm wasting the Lord's time. So "taking it slow" is incredibly annoying for me sometimes. We have work to do and I want to go do it! Cut my kidneys out already! But alas, my dear Sister Sanchez is making me rest when I feel sick. Bless her heart.</div>
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This week was stressful to say the least. We had a lot of meetings and a lot of trip to Tabaco that put us in time crunches. We had some major disappointments with investigators, like a woman named Josefine who we were so excited about telling us not to come back out of the blue. We got made fun of a lot this week by people who though what we were teaching was stupid. Baptismal dates are being pushed back because commitments aren't kept, appointments falling through, members supposedly working with us and then cancelling. Thirteen and fourteen year old investigators addicted to cigarettes and alcohol. Enough to make the heart feel heavy, right?</div>
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But anyway, in his speech, Holland points out that "it isn't over until it's over" and that "opposition so often comes after moments of revelation and an assurance we thought we would never lose". Now in that jeepney, I felt particularly enlightened by this thought. I'm sick, yet last week I made the decision to continually trust God, no matter my circumstance. Did I expect the adversary to just accept that and leave me alone? Of course not. Holland says, "we cannot sign on for a moment of eternal significance and everlasting consequence without knowing it will be a fight - a good fight and a winning fight, but a fight nevertheless." So I came to the conclusion in that bouncing jeep that everything seemed to be getting harder, and significantly more dreary because the adversary, that miserable being whose power cannot compare to the real think, wants us to believe that things are hard. I believe things seem tough now because we're on the right track and stupid face Satan doesn't want us to see it. Like, we had a good week too, when I really think about it, past the dreary fails. We tracted a woman named Evelyn and on her second lesson she committed to be baptized. We tracted a great family who we met by complete chance that is so willing to learn and listen. Little miracle happen that could be pushed aside if all we focus on is the bleak. Holland says it gorgeously, "How soon we forget". He then admonishes, "After you have gotten the message, after you have paid the price to feel his love and hear the word of the Lord, 'go forward'. Don't fear, don't vacillate, don't quibble, don't whine."</div>
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Yesterday, I was depressed, blaming myself and saying, "Because I'm sick we only got 33 lessons, two less than the Standard of Excellence, two less than the missionary I want to be," but now I'm looking at my week and saying, "<i>Despite</i> me being sick, despite the hardships, we persevered and got 33 lessons, which is beyond average and very commendable."</div>
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No matter if you're a missionary, the message is the same. Don't give up! Remember the good, don't falter. "Face your doubts. Master your fears...Stay the course and see the beauty of life unfold for you." Of course it's going to get hard, but remember, you and I signed up for this with happy hearts. We are not those who give up. Sister Sanchez and I aren't giving up! We keep going. We keep fighting. </div>
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Have a marvelous week everyone! I love you all very much. Email me, huh? I miss you! </div>
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<b>"Brethren, shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, brethren; and on, on to the victory!" </b>(D&C128:22)</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-80170567058837378782014-05-26T00:11:00.000-07:002014-06-25T00:13:17.332-07:00Week Tatlumpu-Tatlo: Photographs<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-13122257118669447132014-05-19T03:17:00.000-07:002014-05-27T03:17:29.519-07:00Week Tatlumpu-dalawa: These Stones Ain't Rolling<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Hey gang. It's me again, a little later than usual. This week has been so far the most confusing and tiring weeks of my mission, and probably in my life. Trying to keep my head up though, of course! </span><br />
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The week started out very amazingly. I got to skype my brother and my mom for Mother's Day, which was oodles of fun and a much needed moment of home. This week though, all the missionaries were in some sort of haze - Mother's Day Aftermath, I suppose. Everyone was missing home so much. That and this week has been one of the hottest ever. My rubber shoes are melting to my feet and the pavement! </div>
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We had some discouragements this week in our work as well. We had a lesson with three people, two sixteen year olds and a twenty-one year old. They're all cousins so we teach them together. We had a great lesson with them, and they were really pondering and asking deep questions, which was a relief since the work so far that week had been a little bit of a flop. They all committed to a baptismal date in June, which was beyond wonderful to see their nods and smiles. Before we left though, a family member of theirs stormed up, pointed to the girl and yelled harshly, "Remember Ivy, <i>you</i> are a Catholic!" We walked out of there feeling chastised, but we were still happy about their progression. The next morning though, we received a text from them all saying that we're free to teach the 21 year old, but sadly all three of them were forbidden by their parents to be baptized or even attend church. We were majorly disheartened by that, since we had seen their commitment as a turn-around of the week. Hopefully one day their hearts will soften. We're pressing forward though, Sister Sanchez and I, no matter the heat and the hard walk...work. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger!</div>
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Speaking of, this week has been a whirlwind of humbling experiences and faith building moments. So, as some of you may know I had been experiencing a cough for a month now. Sister Guanzon, my mission mom, put me on an antibiotic that should kill pneumonia, since we figured that was probably the problem. But after five days and no improvement, and severe stomach pain when I was out working, I went to the hospital for a checkup. They did a urinalysis, blood test, and chest xray. </div>
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So all is well, in short. I'll give you more updates as I have them. But as of now? Life continues. Mission continues. Putting my shoulder to the wheel, as they say. I know God's gonna take care of me, 'cause he always is. This is just another opportunity to build my faith and keep humble. What a blessing in disguise! I'm so happy that through my experiences here in the mission, I can become a stronger individual with stronger faith in Heavenly Father. I definitely don't see this as God abandoning me in the slightest or an indication that he's not watching out for us missionaries - on the contrary, He's with me now more than ever. </div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">In the Bible the Israelites had been wandering the wilderness for 40 years. They were finally approaching the promised land. Israelite scouts were sent to check out the area. The people living in their beautiful, promised home were large, fierce and frightening. Many of the Israelites were scared of the challenges that lay ahead, all except for one man named Caleb. When he heard of the troubles that faced them, he said, “I am as strong this day as I was in the day that Moses sent me…give me this mountain…the Lord will be with me.” President Kimball once said, “This is my feeling for the work at this moment. There are great challenges ahead of us, giant opportunities to be met. I welcome that exciting prospect and feel to say to the Lord, humbly, ‘Give me this mountain,’ give me these challenges.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">This is my feeling too. This week was tiring, draining, and I had a lot of moments when giving up was attractive. When I was curled up in pain, I cried out to Heavenly Father, asking for relief. Even though it may of not come all at once, it came, along with understanding of His timing and plan for me. I need these trails to become the person God wants me to be, and I am forever grateful that I am never alone in my physical or emotional pain. This is the refiner's fire. I'm being shaped into a better person, a better servant to God.</span></div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-28957041735975360052014-05-19T00:14:00.000-07:002014-06-25T00:17:09.797-07:00Week Tatlumpu-dalawa:Photographs<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-75926309169973177642014-05-12T03:14:00.000-07:002014-05-27T03:16:39.498-07:00Week Talumpu-isa: Welcome to the Jungle<i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">*insane amount of guitar riffs*</i><br />
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Hi! Welcome to another episode of "Sister Green's life is Completely Bonkers". I'm your host, Sister Green. This week we join your favorite red-headed puti in her new area, Malilipot!</div>
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I made it through my first transfer unscathed (well, mostly). I was a bouncing ball of anxiety <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_961253454" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Tuesday</span></span> morning, trying to close suitcases that weighed way more than they should and sitting down knowing my new companion was in the same room unawares. But, since God is so very mindful of me, He once again hooked me up with an amazing companion, Sister Sanchez! I had already hung out with her multiple times, so my anxiety melted away completely. Sister Sanchez is a sassy 21yrold Filipina who loves Angelina Jolie movies and thinks it is unacceptable to go through a day without eating rice. She loves laughing, she loves the gospel, and she's going to help me grow so much. Having a Filipina companion is going to help my language skills and my confidence as a missionary. Although I was terrified to transfer, now I see that it really was the inspiration of God that brought me here to Malilipot to be with Sister Sanchez. We've already had a blast together - we got matching dusters, which are like nightgowns. We picked the most pangit ones, but dang it I love them.</div>
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My "meant to be here" feeling was solidified in my mind on my third day here. We were hiking down a bundok (mountain) and I was sort of just lagging behind Sis Sanchez and a ward missionary when I looked at a random house and felt that familiar tug toward it as I occasionally do while walking. So I stopped our caravan and walked up to the house. The 16 year old told us we could share, and after the three of us broke her bench (not my fault this time!), the mother showed up and we easily made friends. She told us she had just been talking about Mormons the other day and "now you're here!" We later found out that her husband is a less active member, she is so interested in the church, and she referred us to her sister down the road who we also taught and have a return appointment with. I was just so thankful that God transferred me here. To think that maybe I wasn't? I wouldn't have been on that road at that exact time to feel that prompting at the exactly right moment. We've had many more experience in the past seven days that have just made me so thankful for the Holy Ghost and that if I can keep myself worthy of it, I can see miracles happen. </div>
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Malilipot is so different from Daraga. It's a jungle. I thought Daraga was one, but nope, Malilipot is legitimately a jungle. It's a tiny town ten minutes from Tabaco City, which is literally directly on the other side of Mt. Mayon from Daraga. Our area is HUGE, way bigger than my old one but significantly less populated. I'm trekking through the jungle every day. A new adventure indeed. My new house is different, but I like it. It's just us two in there, we sleep on the main room floor because the bedroom is too hot, we only have water sometimes, and the bathroom is definitely a new experience. But dang it, I love it here.</div>
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There's only a branch here with about sixty people in attendance, but the members are kind. People actually want to work with us here. The area is waiting to be cracked open since our teaching pool is very small, so I'm so excited to work hard here. We got 38 lessons this week, three more than the Standard, and five more than Sister Sanchez says has been gotten here in a long time. I'm so thankful to Heavenly Father for helping us so much this week! What a crazy awesome blessing!</div>
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I hit my seventh month mark this week. Talk about bonkers. We're going to stop talking about it now.</div>
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I'm still trying to kick my cough. It's getting ridiculous how long I've been sick!</div>
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We have a new winner at pick up lines too. While weaving our way through jungle roads, we passes a group of young men. Thy wigged out (as usual) when they saw me, and one said in his strained English, "Ah! Welcome to the Philippines!" I thanked him and we kept walking, but this kids called after me, "Watch your step!...you might fall in love with me." Ahahhaah, progressing! Sister Sanchez and I couldn't stop laughing. Golden.</div>
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Happy Mother's Day too, to all the mommas! I love you all so much, but siyempre, I love my own mom the most. She's literally the best person I know, and I am so thankful to have her in my life. She's gone through so much, she's such an example to me, and here in the mission field I'm really seeing how much she's affected my life to bring me to this point. Thank you to the mothers! A girl in sacrament meeting quoted something she saw on facebook and it made me smile: "My mom never taught me how to straighten my hair, but she taught me how to straighten my soul". </div>
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POWER TO THE MOTHERS! You are all so wonderful, and you are loved so much by your children! </div>
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I hope you all have a brilliant week everyone. Party on, metaphorically speaking.</div>
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Always,</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-42078436282974570362014-05-12T00:17:00.000-07:002014-06-25T00:23:21.254-07:00Week Talumpu-isa: Photographs<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-26236482933108863102014-04-28T05:13:00.000-07:002014-05-26T05:13:47.429-07:00Week Dalawampu-Siyam: Why? Why Not?<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I'm warning you early, this will not be a lengthy email. I think I still have broken fingers from the last one. That and not much happened this week, I'm afraid. Nothing more than the usual: finding, teaching, standard of excellence-ing. This is the eighth week in a row we've gotten the Standard, so that's really cool. We've decided that the Standard is just the Normal now. If we get less than 35 lessons, it would be because of incredible laziness, and that's simply not an option. </span><br />
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I don't think I'll ever get used to the way people stare at me. Like, I'm used to the cat calls and the serenades. Now they since "Hey Jude" to me instead of "Call me Maybe" so that's a nice change. But I just don't think that I'll ever accept how much I stand out despite how normal it is. Normality is the abnormal. I was walking with Sister Lang the other day, a girl just as white if not whiter than I am, and I acknowledged, "It's going to be weird when we're invisible again." And she just laughed and replied, "Oh, it'll be so wonderful." And then at that moment a man across the road screamed, "I LOVE YOU, PUTI" at us. Puti is short for Maputi, which means "white". Twice this week, family members of investigators took pictures of me without permission.</div>
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Sister Siola'a and I had an adventure this week. The trash needed to be taken out, but we couldn't take it to the truck stop until the morning, so I put it outside the door so the house wouldn't stink. When we got home, trash was all over the ground since the stray cats got in it. While I was lifting up the bag to put it in another bag, a mouse ran from it into the house. I roared a battle cry, and ran after it, waving my stick broom in the air. After looking all over, we couldn't find it, so we figured it had ran out the open back door. After resuming our daily planning, the mouse started crawling up the wall two feet away from me. I shrieked and scooted my chair backward three feet, running to get the broom. The mouse ran under my desk, and Sister Siola'a grabbed the other broom and we waited. Nothing. Finally, Sister Siola'a moved the desk and the mouse darted back and forth all along the wall, beneath bags and our desks and Sister Siola'a just chased it back and forth yelling while I screamed and hopped up and down and pointed and was effectively useless. Of course this was the perfect time for the other sisters to come home too. And they were just watching in the doorway of Sister Siola'a and I losing it. But then, like the crazy awesome Tongan she is, Sister Siola'a killed the mouse with the broom. We hugged afterward, both of us wigging out. We are wild women over here people. </div>
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We had a crazy experience this week though. We were teaching an investigator outside, squatting on some buckets, and it just wasn't going well. She wasn't focused at all and it was just sort of frustrating since she wasn't absorbing a single word. So while she got up in the middle of the lesson to cook, another woman walked by. She stopped and asked who we were, so we told her. And she started asking questions. And we asked if we could share with her, and she told us her home was too messy, so we agreed that the church would be best. So at eight at night, we walked with her to the chapel. I told the bishopric we were there, and they invited us into the office. We shared with her, and when I told her she could change her life through our message, she just said, "Oh, thank you. Thank you." Her name is Jessica, and on that first lesson, we asked if when she knows these things are true, if she would be baptized. She just kind of stared at us and then said, "Bakit hindi?" or "Why not?" </div>
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She came to church yesterday and enjoyed it immensely. We had another lesson with her and she asked how many Sundays she has to attend to qualify for baptism. She's really great. She has a lot of problems, but she's completely prepared to change her life, which is so incredible. We didn't find her, she found us. Tender mercies of the Lord are happening every day! </div>
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Have a good week, everyone! This might be my last week in Daraga! Ugh, this transfer was so quick!</div>
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Love,</div>
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Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-61895494061706985162014-04-28T00:24:00.000-07:002014-06-25T00:27:36.489-07:00Week Dalawampu-Siyam: Photographs<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-35582561324736932032014-04-21T03:32:00.000-07:002014-07-11T21:03:12.465-07:00Week Dalawampu-Walo Photos<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-61911054481362439322014-04-21T03:14:00.000-07:002014-04-27T03:15:03.180-07:00Week Dalawampu-Walo: I Stand All AmazedHappy Easter, everyone! My Easter was yesterday, but Happy Easter for those who aren't living in the future. Though of course yesterday was a wonderful Easter <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1337078652" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">Sunday</span></span></span> full of church and chocolate, I'd be lying to you if I said this week was all peaches and cream.<br />
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<br />It was a toughy for sure. Possibly one of the most trying weeks so far in my mission, but in the oddest way, which is perhaps why it was difficult to prescribe a solution for. Though we reached the Standard again this week and then some, we had a few experiences this week that tried our spirits. For example, <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1337078653" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">on Wednesday</span></span></span> we tracted a woman who lives and works the majority of the year in Canada, so she is sobrang magaling sa English. They let us in, and we start the lesson. When we were trying to answer questions about the Book of Mormon, she interrupted and said in a very good valley-girl accent that seemed to just be her normal tone of voice, "So like what you're saying is like that you're right, and everyone else on this whole planet is wrong." We tried explaining kindly that our purpose is to share the gospel and we allow all men the privilege of worshiping how they want, but she went off on her religious journey tale and told us she isn't part of a denomination because all of them are corrupt, and as long as she doesn't hurt anyone's feelings, she's squared away with God. She then zeroed in on me with the most condescending look and asked, "What do you think? Am I like on the right path?" Now, I was struggling not to run away at that point. Ironically, the thing that was hardest in the conversation was her speaking in English. I have experienced tough investigators before, but the fact that this woman was speaking English to me someone muddled my brain. She later told me, "I think it's so cute how you're <i>trying </i>to speak in Tagalog to me." Ouch! We walked out of that lesson more or less unscathed, but it was the first time I was truly grateful beyond imagination that I am not serving in an English speaking mission. I don't like English and we were both really shaken with how the woman hadn't even let us get a word in. Half of me wants to march back there and tell her, "You know what? No. Being nice isn't enough. There is a straight and narrow path that I want to tell you about. And I'm going to do it all in my cute Tagalog too."</div>
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<br />Sister Siola'a and I were also yelled at by a less active this week too, who's husband made the mistake of finally letting us in. After teaching the husband for a few minutes, the wife came in and asked the husband why didn't he come when she called. He told her that we were just finishing up, and she said, "Fine, I'll talk to them." She told us, in affect, "Why do you keep coming back here? What's the point? We aren't ever going to come back, so why keep trying? You are making my family fight all the time and you're confusing my children. You are making things hard. Just stop trying to teach us! We're never going to come back." Now, that's just a sample a very long speech in rapid Tagalog that left me confused, left Sister Siola'a in tears, and the husband sitting there looking mortified. So I testified about the lesson, we prayed, we left. And Sister Siola'a was so made and sad and I was just trying to absorb it all.</div>
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<br />The third experience is that Sister Siola'a and I seem to be having a turf war with another religion. Our astig golden investigator, Annie, didn't come to general conference, which means her baptismal date is pushed back. We went to her house on the appointed day to talk about it, and a representative from this other religion, which shall remain nameless, was there. We knew who she was from past experiences. We aborted and taught another lady, and upon our return, seeing she was still there, we just walked right in, since the lady knew it was our day to teach. The woman hurriedly gathered her things, apologizing because she just figured she would "stop by". I felt like a divorcee, silently sitting and waiting for the other spouse to leave to child that we shared at my house. We shook hands, and then she was gone. I was so worried that Annie was going to tell us that this other religion was started to change her mind, but on the contrary, Annie said that she is more comfortable with us and she wants to be baptized, but sh'es shy and doesn't know how to tell the other woman not to come by anymore. She revealed to us that the reason why she didn't come to the conference was because on the morning of, she was all set to go to church when a tricey (like a taxi) showed up outside, sent by the other religion to collect Annie. I was absolutely irritated with the fact that Annie could have had a gorgeous experience at conference and it was thwarted.</div>
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<br />All in all, there were a lot of reasons to be discouraged this week, more than usual. And I didn't stay as positive as I wanted to be or as much as I should have been. And <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1337078654" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">on Saturday</span></span></span> night, I walked home with exhaustion in my heart, discouragement creeping into my soul making me ache all over. I heard that woman's words again in my ears, but coming from a much more dangerous source: "Why do you keep trying? What's the point? Things won't change. You're just making things hard for yourself. Just stop trying! They'll never listen to you." As the sons of Mosiah felt in Alma 26:27, my heart was depressed, and I was about to turn back. Turn back from optimism, turn into myself in pity instead of outward in charity. But after much moaning and groaning to poor Sister Lang, who sat quietyly waiting for me to figure out my own answer, the other half of that verse was fulfilled: "...behold, the Lord comforted [me] and said: Go amongst thy brethren, the Lamanites (Filipinos), and bear with patience your afflictions, and I will give unto you success."</div>
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<br />Of course, I came to my senses, realizing all the good things that happened this week. Wana, an old duck of a woman easily (almost too easily) committed to baptism and circled the date on her calendar with a devout pledge of "Okay, I'll be ready!" Another investigator read her assignment without being hounded to. Another is getting excited about family history. A tract in the first lesson started crying during her closing prayer. We randomly found who we thought when we tracted them were potential investigators, but then turned out to be what we thought were former investigators, who then we found out were actually in-actives from 1985 who love missionaries. </div>
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<br />Yet, "notwithstanding the great goodness of the Lord, in showing me His great and marvelous works", I felt my strength slackening (2Ne4). I felt, as Nephi did, encompassed about by the enemy of my soul.</div>
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<br />In case you were wondering if I was going to tell you all this icky experiences and then leave you hanging, just hold on. I'm getting there. There is a purpose. Anyway, then, after much frustration, I remembered the lyrics of an old Girls' Camp song: "<i>He promised me there would ever be anything that I could not overcome. His power is more than enough...Because in the strength of the Lord, I can do all things. He knows how to change the weakness in me. So I will let His love lift me up. He believes I can do hard things if I will trust Him and walk forward in the strength of the Lord." </i>I felt strong again, and I almost wished Satan had a body just so I could punch him in the face.</div>
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<br />I remember that this week is Holy Week, which is a big deal in the Phillies since 80% of the population is Catholic. This is the week Jesus Christ atoned for us with His love-filled sacrifice. I feel like people focus on the fact that Jesus took on the sins of the world, but don't forget He also took on the pain. The disappointments. The broken hearts, the hate, the loneliness. I know compared to most, my personal lot in life is nothing but a mosquito bite, but to me, I'm tempted to point to parts of my life and say yes, THAT was pain. I'm tempted to think the phrase, "No one understands what I went through". But there is One who did, One who took on my burden and tells me I don't have to carry it anymore. He took my sins, and yours, my pain and yours and makes it possible for us to be free again. Because of the Atonement, the discouragement I felt this week isn't mine alone to bear. The homesickness and the exhaustion is carried by someone stronger than I am. Isn't that wonderful? We are never alone! Even walking home the <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1337078655" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">Saturday</span></span></span> night, when I nostalgically looked at the stars and yearned for something, anything familiar, I still wasn't ever, not even for a second forsaken. </div>
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<br />I remembered this week the words of one of my favorite Hymns, "I Stand All Amazed". </div>
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<br /><i>I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me,</i></div>
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<i>I tremble to know that for me he was crucified,</i></div>
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<i>That for me, a sinner, he suffered, he bled and died.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i><i>I marvel that he would descend from his throne divine</i></div>
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<i>That he should extend his great love unto such as I,</i></div>
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<i>Sufficient to own, to redeem, and to justify.</i></div>
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<i>Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?</i></div>
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<i>No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat,</i></div>
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<i>Until at the glorified throne I kneel at his feet.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i><i>Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me</i></div>
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<i>Enough to die for me!</i></div>
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<i>Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!</i></div>
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<i><br /></i>When I was younger, I remember singing those last words from the chorus in sacrament meeting. I remember when once I leaned over and asked my mom, "Why do we say that? Why do we say that it's wonderful that he died?" Well, little me, I have the answer now. If He didn't die, we couldn't live. Without Him, we'd be lost. His sacrifice was nothing short of wonderful.</div>
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<br />My marveling did not stop there. It continued yesterday, Easter <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1337078656" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">Sunday</span></span></span>, the day we acknowledge the Pagkabuhay na Muli, or Resurrection of Christ. Because He broke the chains of death, we all will live again. And our bodies will be perfect, even as His is. What a promise! Of course I had already been grateful for that, but God sent me a reminder in the form of a man named Tony. We walk by Tony's shop a lot, and he's always smiled so big and reached out to clasp our hands through the window bars. We later found out from his sister that Tony had a major stroke in January. We visited him yesterday. Because of his medical condition, Tony can't speak more than baby babble. He understands, but cannot reply unless you can understand his odd speech. The stroke hit half of his body. The muscles in his right leg, arm, and the ones in his chest have deteriorated, leaving those parts of his body looking like a child's' and leaving Tony nearly immobile. I watched as he had to pick up one hand and move it with his other to have them both placed reverently in his lap. And as we taught him the first lesson and watched his eyes light up and hear his excited babble, I felt overwhelmingly grateful that because Jesus Christ rose from the dead, we will too with perfect minds and bodies. Like it says in Alma 4):23, "The soul shall be restored to the body, and the body to the soul; yea, and every limb and joint shall be restored to its body; yea even a hair of the head shall not be lost; but all things shall be restored to their proper and perfect frame:. Looking at Tony, I felt filled with light, thinking of how wonderful it will be when Tony's body is restored and I meet him as a resurrected being. Because Jesus Christ rose from the grave, "where o death is now thy sting"?</div>
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<br />Things aren't temporary. In this month's general conference, Dieter F. Uchtdorf said it beautifully: "In light of what we know about our eternal destiny, is it any wonder that whenever we face the bitter endings of life, they seem unacceptable to us? There seems to be something inside of us that resists endings. Why is this? Because we are made of the stuff of eternity. We are eternal beings, children of the Almighty God, whose name is Endless13 and who promises eternal blessings without number. <b>Endings are not our destiny. </b>The more we learn about the gospel of Jesus Christ, the more we realize that endings here in mortality are not endings at all. They are merely interruptions—temporary pauses that one day will seem small compared to the eternal joy awaiting the faithful.How grateful I am to my Heavenly Father that in His plan there are no true endings, only everlasting beginnings."</div>
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<i><br /></i>Endings are not our destiny. I am so grateful for Easter. After the week I had, I'm grateful to my Heavenly Father for gently reminding me of His Son's sacrifice and triumph. I'm grateful for my trials, this week and it any other, that in some small way I can gain eternal perspective. I'm grateful that Jesus Christ loves us enough that He died for us, that "with his stripes we are healed" (Mosiah 14:5). I'm grateful for the Resurrection and the priceless gift of immortality that is given to all mankind. No matter how tough life is, that is something to rejoice over. No matter how bleak the situation is, like Tony taught me, there is always a reason to smile. I think Neal A. Maxwell said it best when he affirmed, "We say, humbly but firmly that it is the garden tomb - not life - that is empty."</div>
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<br />I know my Redeemer lives. </div>
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<br />Happy Easter, everyone!</div>
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<br />All my love,</div>
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Sister Green</div>
Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-60249308163694938402014-04-14T03:26:00.000-07:002014-07-11T21:09:23.316-07:00Week Dalampu-Pito Photographs<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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<br />Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-34133544184724596422014-04-14T03:12:00.000-07:002014-04-27T03:12:48.772-07:00Week Dalampu-Pito: Six Months<div>
I was in the hospital this week...</div>
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<br />Okay, that's a lie. Or at least a partial one. I spent a few hours of the day after my sixth month anniversary in a hospital room with a less active. She's super nice and she cried during our lesson and kissed my cheek. In other news, I don't want to ever have to go to a hospital here. </div>
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<br /><i>I am six months, going on seven months, I know that I'm still green...</i></div>
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<i>Filipinos I meet could tell me I'm sweet, but I'm still not sure what they're saying...</i></div>
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<i>I need a companion older and wiser telling me what to do-o,</i></div>
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<i>She is 13 months, going on 14, she'll translate for me!</i></div>
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<i><br /></i>Okay, I know. Not my best work. I've been trying to think of lyrics all week, and my creative juices are not tripping and falling over stones on its way through the hills with the sound of music. More like the opposite.</div>
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<br />Six months, people. I've been on a mission for six months. That's half a year already. I am officially one third done with my mission. That was fast, though then again, it seems like I've been forever. Everyone is telling me that after six months, it'll fly. Which is just really weird to think about. </div>
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<br />Bear with me if this is a little scattered - I'm almost out of internet time and goodness gracious I'm typing fast.</div>
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<br />I had exchanges with Sister Lang this week in her area, which were super fun. Made me happy to see a new area. We tried visiting this woman named Janet and then this man named Caesar, but both of them are gone, so now when we get frustrated we yell "JANET CAESAR" and it makes me laugh. </div>
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<br />Sister Siola'a and I went to Cena Una for my sixth month celebration, which was fun. We took pictures with the waitresses, since we're regulars there. </div>
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<br />Sister Siola'a and I came home one night. The other sisters weren't home yet and then night was breezy, so we kept the lights off, dragged two chairs outside and looked up at the moon. We just quietly talked about how awesome it is that God gave us a moon to look at. I hummed to myself one of my favorite lines from a favorite song, <i>"The night is dark, and I am far from home - lead thou me on!"</i></div>
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<i><br /></i>General Conference was this week. Missionaries got to attend all four sessions at the Stake Center, which was awesome. I really loved spiritually recharging like that. My favorite talk was by Dieter F. Uchtdorf, about gratitude. He said we have to have "an attitude of gratitude" and "don't be grateful of your circumstances, be grateful <b>in</b> your circumstances," which spoke to me since sometimes it's hard on the mission and feeling grateful is tough. </div>
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<br />So here's me, trying to be grateful in my circumstances.</div>
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<br />I really love how Filipino people endure. Like, Sister Lang told me a story about a family on Masbate, an island in my mission. This is a family of seven and they hadn't eaten for two meals. It was so hot outside and they literally didn't even have a cup of rice to eat. They took a nap because their energy was gone, but the dad had to go find work or food or they'd die. He went outside and found a single guava on the ground. He took that home and split it between his wife and five children, giving most to his two year old. I marveled, and continue to marvel at the strength of these people. They don't have much. Some are literally starving. But they continue, and not only do they continue, they smile. They still believe in God, though they don't even have food for their children. I am inspired every day by their strength, physically and emotionally.</div>
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<br />I love how Filipino people are kind. Literally, when we passed by an investigators house, having only taught her once, we waved and said, "Kamusta?" and the first thing she said was, "KAIN!" waving to her table, or "EAT!" People I haven't even met drag me inside and feed me things. The people here are humble. So even though I'm rejected a lot, I know I'm accepted a lot more than missionaries in other countries are. So I'm grateful for that.</div>
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<br />I'm grateful for today's rain.</div>
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<br />Still doing well. Getting over my cold hopefully soon. Sorry that this email is literally the worst thing ever. I'll do better next week, I promise! </div>
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<br />Be grateful this week!</div>
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<br />Love,</div>
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Sister Green</div>
Sister Shannon Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16353417190380914914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924571049357087522.post-86028706892677824632014-04-07T04:24:00.000-07:002014-04-07T04:50:18.214-07:00Week Dalampu-Anim: I'm Baking Like a Toasted-CheeserHey everyone. Forgive me if this email is short. I haven't decided whether or not to write a big one. I'm mostly just trying to focus on staying awake because all I want to do for my preparation day is sleep. It's too hot to function right now.<br />
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I had a good week. It was a little hard because I somehow again contracted a cold, so I've been sniffling all week. Colds in the Phillies are the worst. I've also been having headaches because of the heat and I'm probably not drinking near enough water to sustain myself, so there's also that. But heck, I feel good on the inside. Don't any of you be worrying about me. I'm doing excellently. </div>
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We ate too much this week. <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_358170494" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">On Saturday</span></span></span>, we had two dinner appointments, two hours apart. We thought we could easily do it, but the first appointment fed us spaghetti, rice, chicken, beef, lumpia, veggies, cake, and buko salad. I ate little bits of everything and tried to deny everyone's urges for me to eat more, but they sent us out the door with plastic cups of <i>more</i> buko salad and lumpia. We gave the extra food to some girls sitting on the side of the road and walked around teaching where we could for two hours. We felt so full and so sick, the grease from the fried food not agreeing with us, but then we had to go to another member's house for another appointment. I ended up telling the hostess that my stomach hurt, so I only ate more buko salad and pushed food around my plate. She kept urging us to eat more, but we just couldn't. I think she might have gotten a little offended, but we smoothed her over with a good lesson. Lesson learned, people. Never have more than one dinner appointment. Don't do it. Don't eat the buko. We were near death by the time we got home.</div>
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Sister Siola'a, in case you had forgotten, is from Tonga, and she is one heck of a dancer. She knows the Hula and a million other dances, but she and her sisters have been dancing since they were kids. She's amazing at what I call "Tongan dancing". Her hips can move at lightning speed, like hula-hoop champion over here. So naturally, I asked her to teach me, since I have as much dancing skill as a log. So she taught me a few basic moves. I'll be a Poly-dancing pro before I come home. Be ready for that.</div>
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I'm going to start teaching English today, since the class is too big now for just two teachers. I'm really excited, though really scared as well. Updates on that to come. </div>
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Melinda and Annie are progressing insanely. Annie came to church for the first time and had a really great experience. We had fasted that day, so it was so nice to see the fruits of our labor really manifest. Melinda understands doctrine so easily it's ridiculous. She read Alma 40, which is not an easy chapter for investigators to just pick up, but she gave us an entire summary about it. Annie asked good questions during church and turns out she's related to a recent convert. We finally have a fellowshipper! </div>
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We taught a woman, Maria Ines, about prophets and Joseph Smith. We weren't going to go that far because she didn't look interested, but then she was asking questions and she said, "I agree, there are so many churches here on the earth. And I know there has to be a restoration. So what did Joseph Smith do about it?" So we went for it, told her the story, invited her to pray to know if it's true, and then we asked her when she did if she would be baptized. And she said yes. Two lessons, and this super awesome lady who I didn't think was interested at all said yes to the baptismal challenge. CAN I GET AN AMEN?</div>
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I was very happy this week. Despite the sickness at the heat, I feel grand. Despite the rejections every day, we're finding hidden treasures. Ooh, that's awesome. Life is awesome. Oh, Standard for five weeks now too!</div>
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You all stay cool, folks. </div>
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Always,</div>
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Sister Green</div>
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Earworms:</div>
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1) "What Does the Fox Say?" (A jeepney was blaring this and I thought of my friends and how ridiculous life is)</div>
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