Week #10 - I’m Still Me

I would like you all to know that I am still me. My friend Stephen would always give me a hard time because I was always hurt for some silly reason. Well.... Last week on Pday I sprained my ankle playing volleyball. But its whatever, I danced with a sprained ankle so I can walk. The president’s wife asked me if I wanted crutches, and I had to tell her there is no way I would use them even if I needed to. Whoops! But yeah, Still me.... still getting hurt and still just pushing through, doing Jacey things.

Other than that though this week has been pretty much that exact same as every other week. A lot of walking and teaching. I like having lessons. I don’t really know anything that is being said so I do a lot of nodding and smiling, but I am grateful because in lessons I have the opportunity to bear my testimony, and it makes the hard days just a tiny bit more bearable.

My companion thinks it is really awesome that I am white.... Me not so much. Everyone wants to talk and she thinks it is great because we get more contacts, but sometimes it just makes me feel uncomfortable.

In the ward I am serving in right now there are also 2 elders. One of the elders had a birthday on Sunday. So we had cake from breakfast and smashed eggs on his head because in Latin America that is apparently a tradition. It was fun though. Any reason to celebrate or have a party is good in my book.

Also, I finished the Book of Mormon this week. I started reading it again in the CCM. I have come to really love the scriptures and personal study time. I am grateful for this book and everything Christ has done for me. A big thought I had as I pondered this week was “Wow... How selfish am I that I am having a hard time giving 18 months to someone who literally gave his life for me.” This is hard, but if it wasn’t hard I wouldn’t have to legit cry unto the Lord or recognize that He is the only one that can help me right now. I can’t just call my mom. But he is worth it! This gospel is worth it! How grateful I am that Christ didn’t quit when things were hard. He loved us so much, and I am here because I love him. I know this Church is true. I know that the Book of Mormon is true.

I know that this is where I am supposed to be. When I decided to serve a mission it felt right. It wasn’t my plan ever so I have to just remember that feeling. I know this is right. I am grateful for the opportunity to share the gospel and my testimony daily.

I love you!!!

Hermana Jacey Petersen