Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Week I Fell Down

June 14, 2014

HELLOOOOOOO!

So sorry about last weeks letter. I was scatter brained and going crazy, but that happens when you're being shoved full of spiritual goodness 24/7. It takes a bit for your body to get used to it. Let's start with the Elders shall we? THE BEST. They have such a strong desire to feel the Spirit at all times and help Sister Wonnacott and I in any way possible. We recognized as a group that we were starting to lose our focus lots in class and discussed maybe how we could fix it. When Sister Wonnacott and I came back a few minutes later they had decided they wanted to dedicate the classroom to be a special place of learning for us and somewhere we could feel the Spirit in a special way. It has made such a difference. We even wrote, "This is our temple", on the board so whenever we start to lose focus and get crazy our teachers can remind us to look at the board and it's easier to mellow out again. Also, we were reading our white bibles (missionary handbook) and the Elders were reading over the ordinations and blessing procedures. Sister Wonnacott and I spent some time alone discussing asking them to give us blessings since none of them had ever done it before and that basically we were going to ask them all at some point so they could each get the opportunity and they all just kind of laughed at each other. Little did Sister Wonnacott and I know that they had been talking the night before and knew we were going to ask them for blessings. And we have. And they give beautiful blessings of peace and comfort and we love them so much for being awesome Priesthood holders who love us and serve us daily.








More spiritualness. Tuesday Elder Quentin L. Cook came for the devotional and it was broadcasted to all the other MTC's. Our whole district sang in the choir and I even got a close up of my face on the screen (so I was told). Hopefully I didn't look too ugly, but no one laughed so I'll assume I was good. We sang an amazing rendition of Joseph Smith's First Prayer and I even got a copy of the sheet music and I can't tell you how amazing the Spirit was as we were singing. My favorite thing he told us was, "You are here because God wanted you. He doesn't want you to be someone else. He just wants you." He also gave us a beautiful blessing. And if you're reading this it applies to you. "Every one you have ever loved, and everyone you ever will love, will be blessed greatly because of your service." So yeah, I pretty much love everyone I meet. This does not just apply to immediate family. If you're reading this, I love you. So whenever you receive a blessing..............YOU'RE WELCOME! 

No break downs, no doubts if this is the right thing, no questioning if I'm good enough, no wondering if this is true. I'm solid. I see now that God has seriously been preparing me this for my whole life and I know I'll help people, and be a powerful instrument in His hands as I do his work. Don't worry I'm not getting cocky or prideful. I know I'm not the one talking as I'm even doing practices with my teacher. It's pretty awesome. Doctrine and Covenants 100:2-8. That's for my district. He's opening doors for us in the East. He's called us to do this work. And if we're faithful and trust him to tell us what to say, the Holy Ghost will bear witness to these people it's true. It's pretty awesome. Not gonna lie. So I just trust in that and I know it will all be good!








THANK YOU for the birthday love. The entire cafeteria sang to me at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And there were some Elders who still ask every meal if they can sing to me again.....





Ok, fun story. There's a set of stairs going from the cafeteria to outside with a sweet railing for sliding down. I do it at least once a day because it's fun and I need to do at least one stupid thing a day so I figured that would be it. Well, yesterday I was wearing a skirt that made me go a LOT faster than I had gone before and anticipated. It all went kind of slow motion. The Elders yelled because they could tell right away I was going to fast. I thought, "I hope I don't flash anyone." And then I crashed. In the most lady like way humanly possible. I landed right on my bum with my legs together and sticking straight in front of me. I just sat there for a second and burst out laughing. That's the most lady like thing I've ever done! And I did it falling down! The MTC has amazing capabilities.




Not having a first name anymore is still weird. Every time I go to write it I start writing Sarah and it's hard because they both start with "S"! Tuesday I leave home. Coming to the MTC hasn't been too weird because I look outside and I see Provo! It's home. But soon I'm leaving for realsies and that's a little scary to me but I know it'll be ok. Mostly because I get to take my new family with me! I still haven't figured out about pictures. Maybe one day I'll be smart enough. But for now my brains just not figuring it out. 

I love you all and don't forget to pray and love the missionaries like you would want others in West Virginia to love me! Next time you hear from me I'll be in the mountains!!!!!! :) 






Lots of love,

Sister Packard




(And a PS for the Mom - which the mom hesitated to add but did because she thinks Sarah would want her to)

 If you're ever worried about me, don't be. I've only had 1 "break down". And I was just crying and felt burdened but had no idea what it was. So Elder Nielsen gave me a blessing and they let me cry like a baby girl for a few minutes in the classroom alone. I was just trying to figure out what was wrong and I was frustrated because I had no idea. So I started praying. And then I was completely fine and rocked it the rest of the day! It was so weird. But I'm good. And I'll always be good. Love the missionaries Momma! Get them involved in everything possible. With the young women, primary, sunday school, anything! The missionaries are seriously such non-factors to the ward until they come over for dinner. They can do more. They should do more. Ask them to do more!

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