Dear Family and Friends,
Since I last wrote, a lot has happened. I had a glorious Thanksgiving in Gilbert, Arizona where my sister and brother-in-law live. I have always spent Thanksgiving in Michigan, Utah, or Spain. So it was really weird to have such a warm Thanksgiving. We ate outside. It was weird, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Before I left, I had the opportunity to be interviewed about my mission. It was an incredible experience and I am so grateful I was able to participate. The goal of the interview was to provide help for those preparing to go on their missions. The videos were uploaded to a YouTube channel, Prepare to Serve, and there are videos of lots of missionaries talking about the mission they served in. I was able to feel the Spirit testify that what I was saying was true and I received a confirmation that God was pleased with my service as a missionary. He was pleased with my imperfect hard work and the fact that I tried hard every day to overcome my fears and weaknesses. As I spoke about my mission and how hard it was, I realized that I never was a perfect missionary. But I was His missionary and I can say that I did what He needed me to do! I realized that we can always do more (if we couldn't we would be perfect and what would be our purpose here on Earth?) but that God is pleased with our honest, diligent, and best effort.
I also had a cool experience this morning, reading my scriptures. I was reading in 1 Nephi chapter 4. This chapter has always been special to me, because it played a part in preparing me for my mission, although I wouldn't know that until later. My freshman year at BYU, I found out that as an English major I would be required to take foreign language classes. My natural thought was to take Spanish classes because I had taken 3 years in high school. But this thought TERRIFIED me. I did not enjoy my teachers in high school, and was scared of having another bad experience. I was reading my scriptures one night, after having found out that I would need to take foreign language classes. I was not looking for an answer to my fears about taking Spanish classes, but I got one. It was this night that I was reading 1 Nephi 4. Verse 6 stuck out to me which says, "And I was led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand the things which I should do." and the end of verse 10 says "And I shrunk and would that I might not slay him." Now for those of you who haven't guessed, this is the chapter where Nephi slays Laban. As I read verse 10 I had the thought, "you are shrinking away that you might not take Spanish Classes." In that moment I KNEW what I had to do, and so I began to take Spanish classes. And I truly believe the Spirit led me to do so, even though I did not know why. Well, when I was called to the Spain Madrid Mission, I no longer wondered. I knew God was preparing me to learn the language of the people I would spend a year and a half with. And I was so grateful. The time I spent at BYU taking Spanish classes put me in the intermediate group in the MTC. But that has nothing to do with this morning. This morning, when I read the chapter, I was reminded of this experience yet it was verse 13 when it says, "it is better that one man should perish than that a nation should dwindle and perish in unbelief." Now, while taking my Spanish classes at BYU, I did not perish, but my GPA did a little. And I just thought about had I not taken those classes, it would have taken me longer to learn Spanish on the mission and I might not have been prepared to talk to people who were willing to listen. I don't believe the whole nation of Spain would have perished, but it was a cool analogy.
I know God speaks to us through the scriptures. And if He can answer a question so trivial as to what language classes a little freshman girl should take by having her read the story of when Nephi kills Laban, I know He can answer all questions. It may not come in the way we expect, for I never expected that chapter to hold answers that I needed, but there they were. I know the scriptures hold answers and advice and comfort. It may not be word for word in a specific verse or chapter, but it is there and you can find it. I love this Gospel and I love God's influence in my life. I know He loves me and guides me in all things when I seek for His help.
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Traditions
Dear Family and Friends,
This week has been long and busy. But it has been good. I only have two more days of school and then it is Thanksgiving break! I am so excited.
It's gotten cold here and has snowed twice. It's never been a lot, but just enough to leave a thin layer of white on the ground. Everybody in my family knows what that means--Waffles Supreme! My family has a tradition that the first time the snow sticks, we make waffles and smother them with ice cream, chocolate sauce, and candy toppings. This tradition was a genius idea by my mother to get us excited about the snow and to stop the complaining. So, last night I had some friends over and we had our own little waffle supreme party. It was delicious and fun to share this tradition with my friends.
Today, I'm going to talk about traditions and share an analogy. Just like my family's waffle supreme tradition we all have traditions in our family that we love. They may be holiday traditions, birthday traditions, or just random family traditions. But they are important to us and we love them. These traditions are also fun to share because (I believe) it is a universal fact that it is enjoyable to share with others what we ourselves love.
The same applies with the Gospel. We have traditions in the Gospel of Christ that we love. Going to church and partaking of the sacrament, reading our scriptures, ward Christmas parties, etc. Some of them we love because of the Spirit we feel and the way that they uplift us. Others we love because they are fun and unite us. But all of them have one thing in common-they are fun to share! Although it is often terrifying to share the Gospel, anyone who has done it will admit that there was a joy to it. The Gospel is our most precious possession, and we should share it because every time we do others gain what we have without us loosing any!
So be proud of you family traditions and your Gospel traditions. And don't be afraid to share either!
Con amor,
S. Olsen
This week has been long and busy. But it has been good. I only have two more days of school and then it is Thanksgiving break! I am so excited.
It's gotten cold here and has snowed twice. It's never been a lot, but just enough to leave a thin layer of white on the ground. Everybody in my family knows what that means--Waffles Supreme! My family has a tradition that the first time the snow sticks, we make waffles and smother them with ice cream, chocolate sauce, and candy toppings. This tradition was a genius idea by my mother to get us excited about the snow and to stop the complaining. So, last night I had some friends over and we had our own little waffle supreme party. It was delicious and fun to share this tradition with my friends.
Today, I'm going to talk about traditions and share an analogy. Just like my family's waffle supreme tradition we all have traditions in our family that we love. They may be holiday traditions, birthday traditions, or just random family traditions. But they are important to us and we love them. These traditions are also fun to share because (I believe) it is a universal fact that it is enjoyable to share with others what we ourselves love.
The same applies with the Gospel. We have traditions in the Gospel of Christ that we love. Going to church and partaking of the sacrament, reading our scriptures, ward Christmas parties, etc. Some of them we love because of the Spirit we feel and the way that they uplift us. Others we love because they are fun and unite us. But all of them have one thing in common-they are fun to share! Although it is often terrifying to share the Gospel, anyone who has done it will admit that there was a joy to it. The Gospel is our most precious possession, and we should share it because every time we do others gain what we have without us loosing any!
So be proud of you family traditions and your Gospel traditions. And don't be afraid to share either!
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Sunday, November 16, 2014
The Plan of Salvation
Dear family and friends,
This has been another hard week. There are only three weeks of school left in this semester so it's pretty busy! But that doesn't mean it was all bad.
I was on an intramural basketball team and we had our first championship game. In the championship games you play until you lose. Well, we lost our first championship game. In fact, the only game we ever one all season was when the other team forfeited because not one of them came. Although we never won a game, we won in other ways. I didn't know most of the team when we started, so I won some friendships. And all of us won memories. We worked hard and lots of our games were so close. We grew as a team, but more than anything we supported each other when we played well and when we played badly. And we had fun. So 10 years from now, when I think of my season on an intramural team, I won't remember that we never really won; I will remember how much fun we had!
This weekend was also really fun! We had the first basketball game of the season! The atmosphere at basketball games is one of my favorite things about BYU. There is just a rush of excitement and euphoria! We also went to the football game. We bundled up and tried as hard as we could to stay the whole game, but we ended up leaving 10 minutes or so into the third quarter. It was just soo cold. I'm cold just thinking about it.
As I mentioned, this week was also hard. I want to share with you all that even when we have hard times, we can learn from them, and there is still good to be seen.
This week, my bishop from my home ward passed away. He had been battling cancer for the past two years and he put up a really good fight. He was such an amazing man and such an influence to the youth, the ward, and so many others. My dad was in the bishopric with him and I remember hearing so many stories of his charity and his desire to give and help those in need. My bishop was so loving to all! Understandably, I've been sad this week. Death is hard. But the hardest part for me, is the sympathy I feel for his family. If his passing was hard for me, I could only imagine how hard it was and still is for his family. My heart and my prayers go out to them. I've been praying for them all week.
All of this sounds pretty sad and tragic, so where is the good? Through this experience I have gained a deeper understanding and testimony of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the Plan of Salvation. I was walking home from school, on the phone with my mom, when she told me the news. I got home, said goodbye to my mom, and ran to my room as the tears started to fall. I fell to my knees and thought I was going to start questioning why, and (for lack of a better word) start complaining. But I didn't. As I cried out to my Father in Heaven, I gave Him thanks. I thanked Him for His Son Jesus Christ and that He suffered for our sins and for our difficulties. I thanked God that Jesus Christ knows how we feel and I pleaded that He comfort those struggling with the loss of Bishop, but mostly that He bless Bishop's family with the calming and peaceful power of the Atonement. I then gave thanks for the Plan of Salvation. I told My God how grateful I was for His plan and that I had a knowledge of His plan. I gave thanks that families can be together forever and that we can return to our Heavenly Father. I cannot properly describe how I felt as I prayed with gratitude for the Atonement, and the Plan of Salvation. I think it was a feeling of joy more than anything. But there was definitely some peace and comfort mixed into it. It was a glorious feeling. I really felt God telling me that His plan was true.
Con amor,
S. Olsen
This has been another hard week. There are only three weeks of school left in this semester so it's pretty busy! But that doesn't mean it was all bad.
I was on an intramural basketball team and we had our first championship game. In the championship games you play until you lose. Well, we lost our first championship game. In fact, the only game we ever one all season was when the other team forfeited because not one of them came. Although we never won a game, we won in other ways. I didn't know most of the team when we started, so I won some friendships. And all of us won memories. We worked hard and lots of our games were so close. We grew as a team, but more than anything we supported each other when we played well and when we played badly. And we had fun. So 10 years from now, when I think of my season on an intramural team, I won't remember that we never really won; I will remember how much fun we had!
This weekend was also really fun! We had the first basketball game of the season! The atmosphere at basketball games is one of my favorite things about BYU. There is just a rush of excitement and euphoria! We also went to the football game. We bundled up and tried as hard as we could to stay the whole game, but we ended up leaving 10 minutes or so into the third quarter. It was just soo cold. I'm cold just thinking about it.
As I mentioned, this week was also hard. I want to share with you all that even when we have hard times, we can learn from them, and there is still good to be seen.
This week, my bishop from my home ward passed away. He had been battling cancer for the past two years and he put up a really good fight. He was such an amazing man and such an influence to the youth, the ward, and so many others. My dad was in the bishopric with him and I remember hearing so many stories of his charity and his desire to give and help those in need. My bishop was so loving to all! Understandably, I've been sad this week. Death is hard. But the hardest part for me, is the sympathy I feel for his family. If his passing was hard for me, I could only imagine how hard it was and still is for his family. My heart and my prayers go out to them. I've been praying for them all week.
All of this sounds pretty sad and tragic, so where is the good? Through this experience I have gained a deeper understanding and testimony of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the Plan of Salvation. I was walking home from school, on the phone with my mom, when she told me the news. I got home, said goodbye to my mom, and ran to my room as the tears started to fall. I fell to my knees and thought I was going to start questioning why, and (for lack of a better word) start complaining. But I didn't. As I cried out to my Father in Heaven, I gave Him thanks. I thanked Him for His Son Jesus Christ and that He suffered for our sins and for our difficulties. I thanked God that Jesus Christ knows how we feel and I pleaded that He comfort those struggling with the loss of Bishop, but mostly that He bless Bishop's family with the calming and peaceful power of the Atonement. I then gave thanks for the Plan of Salvation. I told My God how grateful I was for His plan and that I had a knowledge of His plan. I gave thanks that families can be together forever and that we can return to our Heavenly Father. I cannot properly describe how I felt as I prayed with gratitude for the Atonement, and the Plan of Salvation. I think it was a feeling of joy more than anything. But there was definitely some peace and comfort mixed into it. It was a glorious feeling. I really felt God telling me that His plan was true.
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Apostles Live and Speak to us Today
Dear family and friends,
This has been a really good week. School was hard; I had a really big test. It was worth a third of my grade. But I studied really hard and did really well on it! I know God blesses me for my hard work. And He is with me and He helps me do more than I could ever do alone.
This week was a lot of work, but I got a lot done. Last week I had three tests, so only have one this week gave me time to have some fun and get other things done. I chose to write my term paper for my American Literature class on Little Women and I'm doing a project for my Spanish class about how the music of Spain influenced the music of the new world when they conquered territories there and how that influence is still seen today. It's pretty exciting (at least for me, I hope this is interesting to others too).
One highlight of my week was actually going on a run. I ran cross country all through high school and even though I hardly run now, I still love it. So, I haven't run in a really long time, being so busy with school. I was able to run 3 miles and it felt so good! And I felt accomplished. I also remember running and thinking: this is blog worthy. So there's that.
Today was a multi stake conference. Elder Ballard was the main speaker, but the whole conference was amazing. I am so grateful for living apostles and leaders of God's true church to lead and guide us. I was inspired and uplifted. Elder Ballard encouraged us to be our best and take time to reflect and personally interview ourselves to see how we are doing and where we can improve. He told us to ask ourselves, "Self, how am I doing?" He encouraged us to do the right thing and to do our best. He told us God only expected us to do our best. He also gave us some advice from "Grandpa Ballard." If anything, I felt his love as he spoke. He also told us to be our best beautiful selves and to let our eyes twinkle with the spirit. It was beautiful. He spoke for about 40 minutes, and I enjoyed it so much!
I know this church is true. I am so grateful for God's love and for the Atonement of His Son Jesus Christ. Make it a great week everyone!
Con amor,
S. Olsen
This has been a really good week. School was hard; I had a really big test. It was worth a third of my grade. But I studied really hard and did really well on it! I know God blesses me for my hard work. And He is with me and He helps me do more than I could ever do alone.
This week was a lot of work, but I got a lot done. Last week I had three tests, so only have one this week gave me time to have some fun and get other things done. I chose to write my term paper for my American Literature class on Little Women and I'm doing a project for my Spanish class about how the music of Spain influenced the music of the new world when they conquered territories there and how that influence is still seen today. It's pretty exciting (at least for me, I hope this is interesting to others too).
One highlight of my week was actually going on a run. I ran cross country all through high school and even though I hardly run now, I still love it. So, I haven't run in a really long time, being so busy with school. I was able to run 3 miles and it felt so good! And I felt accomplished. I also remember running and thinking: this is blog worthy. So there's that.
Today was a multi stake conference. Elder Ballard was the main speaker, but the whole conference was amazing. I am so grateful for living apostles and leaders of God's true church to lead and guide us. I was inspired and uplifted. Elder Ballard encouraged us to be our best and take time to reflect and personally interview ourselves to see how we are doing and where we can improve. He told us to ask ourselves, "Self, how am I doing?" He encouraged us to do the right thing and to do our best. He told us God only expected us to do our best. He also gave us some advice from "Grandpa Ballard." If anything, I felt his love as he spoke. He also told us to be our best beautiful selves and to let our eyes twinkle with the spirit. It was beautiful. He spoke for about 40 minutes, and I enjoyed it so much!
I know this church is true. I am so grateful for God's love and for the Atonement of His Son Jesus Christ. Make it a great week everyone!
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Sunday, November 2, 2014
God is in the Details
Dear family and friends,
I haven't much to say, so this will likely be a short letter. I had a very busy yet uneventful week. I was constantly studying for the three exams I had this week.
In preparing for one test, I attended a study group put together by a girl in my class. I have been to so many study groups in my time as a student, but never one like this. As the 5 or 6 of us that came gathered together and got ready to start discussing the material, the student that put it together suggested we start with a prayer. She offered it, and then we studied. In all the study groups I have ever been too, I have never started with a prayer. But I was so grateful for the spirit that it brought as she pleaded with God that we would be able to study things of importance and that we would be able to do well on our exam.
I took that exam the next day, and while I know I got some of the answers wrong, I was able to recall the information I studied and I felt good about my effort in preparing and I felt as good as I could have about taking the exam. I know God answered that prayer. I know he cares about the little things in my life. God is in the details of my life.
This week was Halloween, and I wasn't able to do too many fun things because of all my tests (I have more this week) but I was able to go with some friends and watch "Hocus Pocus" on campus.
I know this church is true. I know it because it gets me through the hard times. I don't think I would be able to handle the difficulties of life (in the way that I am able to handle them) if it wasn't for the gospel in my life. There is just something about knowing I am never alone. Whenever I feel down, I can turn to my Heavenly Father. I can talk to him through prayer. And He comforts me. Today at church we had an amazing lesson about the Holy Ghost and his companionship. We talked a lot about how the Holy Ghost it always with us. Having no body, his presence can be felt by everyone all the time. And as part of the Godhead is power and purpose is incredible. He truly can guide us and comfort us. I am so grateful for the Atonement of my Savior, and your Savior. Because it is through the Atonement that we access this comfort. The Atonement is central to EVERYTHING, and I am so grateful for the knowledge of it's power in my life. I can never say it enough, but I truly know these things are true!
I haven't much to say, so this will likely be a short letter. I had a very busy yet uneventful week. I was constantly studying for the three exams I had this week.
In preparing for one test, I attended a study group put together by a girl in my class. I have been to so many study groups in my time as a student, but never one like this. As the 5 or 6 of us that came gathered together and got ready to start discussing the material, the student that put it together suggested we start with a prayer. She offered it, and then we studied. In all the study groups I have ever been too, I have never started with a prayer. But I was so grateful for the spirit that it brought as she pleaded with God that we would be able to study things of importance and that we would be able to do well on our exam.
I took that exam the next day, and while I know I got some of the answers wrong, I was able to recall the information I studied and I felt good about my effort in preparing and I felt as good as I could have about taking the exam. I know God answered that prayer. I know he cares about the little things in my life. God is in the details of my life.
This week was Halloween, and I wasn't able to do too many fun things because of all my tests (I have more this week) but I was able to go with some friends and watch "Hocus Pocus" on campus.
I know this church is true. I know it because it gets me through the hard times. I don't think I would be able to handle the difficulties of life (in the way that I am able to handle them) if it wasn't for the gospel in my life. There is just something about knowing I am never alone. Whenever I feel down, I can turn to my Heavenly Father. I can talk to him through prayer. And He comforts me. Today at church we had an amazing lesson about the Holy Ghost and his companionship. We talked a lot about how the Holy Ghost it always with us. Having no body, his presence can be felt by everyone all the time. And as part of the Godhead is power and purpose is incredible. He truly can guide us and comfort us. I am so grateful for the Atonement of my Savior, and your Savior. Because it is through the Atonement that we access this comfort. The Atonement is central to EVERYTHING, and I am so grateful for the knowledge of it's power in my life. I can never say it enough, but I truly know these things are true!
Sunday, October 26, 2014
I Love to see the temple
Dear family and friends,
This has been a really good week. At least, a really good weekend. I do not remember much of what happened during the week. My life has been consumed by school and work and I have very little free time until the weekends.
So after a busy week of school, I was finally able to have some much needed fun. I miraculously did not have much homework this weekend and was able to get all of it done on Friday. This left my Saturday wide open and it was the best day I've had in a long time.
For weeks now, I've been feeling the need to go to the temple, but I've been making excuses about being to busy.Saturday morning I was debating going to the temple. My roommate and her fiance had planned a lot of fun Halloween activities and I really wanted to go. I also have 3 test next week and even though all my homework was done, I felt a little guilty about not having started to study. With all these thoughts going through my mind, I decided not to go this week. I was on pinterest at the time, and just as I decided I wasn't going, I found this quote from Pres. Hinckley. "I know your lives are busy. i know that you have much to do. But I make you a promise that if you will go to the house of the Lord, you will be blessed; life will be better for you." And that did it. I knew I had no excuse. I just HAD to go. And I did.
And I will forever be grateful that God led me to the temple that Saturday morning. I decided to do initiatory (an ordinance, like baptism, that is necessary to receive Salvation), and I had one of the most spiritual experiences I have ever had in the temple. Before starting I prayed that, if God so desired, I would be able to sense those that were accepting the work I was doing for them. Upon finishing one of the ordinances for a woman who had lived in Hungary during the early 1800's I felt a peace incomparable to anything I have previously felt while doing temple work for others. I immediately thought of the prayer I had said. Again, I felt such peace, that I knew she had accepted the work that had been done for her.
I am certain, that God did not need it to be ME to perform her work. Anyone could have done so, and had the experience that I was so blessed to have. But I am so grateful that God loves me enough to give me the "shove" that I needed to get to the temple. I know that the temple is the house of God. I know that it is a place of peace and love. I love the temple because it reminds me of God's mercy and fairness. He loves all of his children the same. He wants all of them to receive the blessings of Salvation. Yet so many die without hearing of Christ, without knowing the truth, without receiving the ordinances necessary for Salvation. That's why we need temples! That's why the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is different! So many believe that those who die in infancy are not saved. But the God I know doesn't work that way. He has provided a way for all of His children to be saved and to return to Him. If you know that this is true, I invite you to share it with someone. If you do not know that this is true, I invite you to pray. Ask God. He will answer you.
After going to the temple, we made our Halloween costumes, got dressed, and went to a corn maze. Then we went on a Halloween boat ride down the Provo River. We ended the night at an awesome dance party in an apartment's parking garage. During the day, I had been worried that the dance was going to go on so long, that it would be the end of our day, and I would not be able to begin studying for my upcoming tests. I needn't have worried. We got to the dance around 8:30 and were danced out by 10. We got home and I still had time! I spent and hour studying for my Spanish test (which was my goal) and then I decided to watch a movie. It was 11, but I wasn't tired. I watched A Little Princess, one of my favorite movies! The day worked out perfectly. I was able to do all the fun things I wanted to do, and I was able to do my homework. I KNOW that I was blessed for going to the temple. President Hinckley's promise--"you will be blessed; life will be better for you"--was fulfilled.
Con amor,
S. Olsen
This has been a really good week. At least, a really good weekend. I do not remember much of what happened during the week. My life has been consumed by school and work and I have very little free time until the weekends.
So after a busy week of school, I was finally able to have some much needed fun. I miraculously did not have much homework this weekend and was able to get all of it done on Friday. This left my Saturday wide open and it was the best day I've had in a long time.
For weeks now, I've been feeling the need to go to the temple, but I've been making excuses about being to busy.Saturday morning I was debating going to the temple. My roommate and her fiance had planned a lot of fun Halloween activities and I really wanted to go. I also have 3 test next week and even though all my homework was done, I felt a little guilty about not having started to study. With all these thoughts going through my mind, I decided not to go this week. I was on pinterest at the time, and just as I decided I wasn't going, I found this quote from Pres. Hinckley. "I know your lives are busy. i know that you have much to do. But I make you a promise that if you will go to the house of the Lord, you will be blessed; life will be better for you." And that did it. I knew I had no excuse. I just HAD to go. And I did.
And I will forever be grateful that God led me to the temple that Saturday morning. I decided to do initiatory (an ordinance, like baptism, that is necessary to receive Salvation), and I had one of the most spiritual experiences I have ever had in the temple. Before starting I prayed that, if God so desired, I would be able to sense those that were accepting the work I was doing for them. Upon finishing one of the ordinances for a woman who had lived in Hungary during the early 1800's I felt a peace incomparable to anything I have previously felt while doing temple work for others. I immediately thought of the prayer I had said. Again, I felt such peace, that I knew she had accepted the work that had been done for her.
I am certain, that God did not need it to be ME to perform her work. Anyone could have done so, and had the experience that I was so blessed to have. But I am so grateful that God loves me enough to give me the "shove" that I needed to get to the temple. I know that the temple is the house of God. I know that it is a place of peace and love. I love the temple because it reminds me of God's mercy and fairness. He loves all of his children the same. He wants all of them to receive the blessings of Salvation. Yet so many die without hearing of Christ, without knowing the truth, without receiving the ordinances necessary for Salvation. That's why we need temples! That's why the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is different! So many believe that those who die in infancy are not saved. But the God I know doesn't work that way. He has provided a way for all of His children to be saved and to return to Him. If you know that this is true, I invite you to share it with someone. If you do not know that this is true, I invite you to pray. Ask God. He will answer you.
After going to the temple, we made our Halloween costumes, got dressed, and went to a corn maze. Then we went on a Halloween boat ride down the Provo River. We ended the night at an awesome dance party in an apartment's parking garage. During the day, I had been worried that the dance was going to go on so long, that it would be the end of our day, and I would not be able to begin studying for my upcoming tests. I needn't have worried. We got to the dance around 8:30 and were danced out by 10. We got home and I still had time! I spent and hour studying for my Spanish test (which was my goal) and then I decided to watch a movie. It was 11, but I wasn't tired. I watched A Little Princess, one of my favorite movies! The day worked out perfectly. I was able to do all the fun things I wanted to do, and I was able to do my homework. I KNOW that I was blessed for going to the temple. President Hinckley's promise--"you will be blessed; life will be better for you"--was fulfilled.
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Feeling the Spirit
Dear family and friends,
Wow, what a great week! I hope I can remember everything that happened. It was still a pretty busy week with school, but things are starting to die down again. Thank goodness! It has been three weeks of sleep deprivation. I'm wiped out!
This week, I had some really strong experiences in feeling the Spirit. The first was when I had the opportunity to pay my tithing. For those who do not know, tithing is a donation to the church of 10% of all the money one earns. The church uses this money to build churches, publish scriptures, etc. As a missionary, I did not pay tithing because I was not making any money. So, in all honesty, it has been a challenge for me to remember to pay my tithing. This week, I finally payed my tithing, because I had forgotten to do so for the past several months. I will not go into the particulars, but it was significantly more money that I have ever paid. Enough so, that it was actually a challenge to pay it. For the first time in my life, part of me did not want to pay my tithing. I pay my tithing online and as I submitted the payment, I felt the Spirit wash over me stronger than I have ever felt when paying tithing. Although it was hard, I know I did the right thing.
Also, last Sunday, when taking the Sacrament I felt the Spirit so strongly. I always enjoy taking the Sacrament, and often feel peaceful or use it as time to reflect on Jesus Christ or to set goals for the week. But never, had I felt so peaceful and happy. I had the tingles all over, and that is not a common way for me to feel the Spirit. It was a special experience and now I am striving to feel it every Sunday when I take the Sacrament. I know the Sacrament cleanses us and helps us repent. The Sacrament renews all the covenants we have made with God, and gives us a fresh start. It is the most important part of my week, and I am so glad I can make it a part of my week.
Let me leave you all with a funny story. To provide background, me and my roommate are both Returned Missionaries from Spanish speaking missions. Whenever we mess up our English or cannot think of exactly the right word, we look at each other and say, "English is HARD!" Now, I work in the English Second Language Writing Center. Anyone who does not speak English as their first language, can come in and get help with papers they are writing. One day, I was helping a student with her paper. I corrected something in one of her sentences (I don't remember what). She did not understand my correction and explained why she thought it was right the way she had written it. I looked at it again, and realized that I was wrong. She was absolutely right! Without thinking, I just looked at her and said, "English is HARD!" The look on her face was priceless. As if she were saying, "I KNOW it is hard, but you shouldn't think it is hard. You should understand it." It probably wasn't the best thing to say while tutoring, but it was super funny.
I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true. I love this Gospel. I love the Sacrament and the Atonement. I know, more than I know anything else, that God loves me and He loves each and every one of you. We are His children. He knows us and He remembers us. He will never forget us. He is always there for us, leading us along the path that He has designed to bring us to our full potential. This life is not easy, but with the Gospel of Christ, it is not only possible, it is worth it.
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Wow, what a great week! I hope I can remember everything that happened. It was still a pretty busy week with school, but things are starting to die down again. Thank goodness! It has been three weeks of sleep deprivation. I'm wiped out!
This week, I had some really strong experiences in feeling the Spirit. The first was when I had the opportunity to pay my tithing. For those who do not know, tithing is a donation to the church of 10% of all the money one earns. The church uses this money to build churches, publish scriptures, etc. As a missionary, I did not pay tithing because I was not making any money. So, in all honesty, it has been a challenge for me to remember to pay my tithing. This week, I finally payed my tithing, because I had forgotten to do so for the past several months. I will not go into the particulars, but it was significantly more money that I have ever paid. Enough so, that it was actually a challenge to pay it. For the first time in my life, part of me did not want to pay my tithing. I pay my tithing online and as I submitted the payment, I felt the Spirit wash over me stronger than I have ever felt when paying tithing. Although it was hard, I know I did the right thing.
Also, last Sunday, when taking the Sacrament I felt the Spirit so strongly. I always enjoy taking the Sacrament, and often feel peaceful or use it as time to reflect on Jesus Christ or to set goals for the week. But never, had I felt so peaceful and happy. I had the tingles all over, and that is not a common way for me to feel the Spirit. It was a special experience and now I am striving to feel it every Sunday when I take the Sacrament. I know the Sacrament cleanses us and helps us repent. The Sacrament renews all the covenants we have made with God, and gives us a fresh start. It is the most important part of my week, and I am so glad I can make it a part of my week.
Let me leave you all with a funny story. To provide background, me and my roommate are both Returned Missionaries from Spanish speaking missions. Whenever we mess up our English or cannot think of exactly the right word, we look at each other and say, "English is HARD!" Now, I work in the English Second Language Writing Center. Anyone who does not speak English as their first language, can come in and get help with papers they are writing. One day, I was helping a student with her paper. I corrected something in one of her sentences (I don't remember what). She did not understand my correction and explained why she thought it was right the way she had written it. I looked at it again, and realized that I was wrong. She was absolutely right! Without thinking, I just looked at her and said, "English is HARD!" The look on her face was priceless. As if she were saying, "I KNOW it is hard, but you shouldn't think it is hard. You should understand it." It probably wasn't the best thing to say while tutoring, but it was super funny.
I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true. I love this Gospel. I love the Sacrament and the Atonement. I know, more than I know anything else, that God loves me and He loves each and every one of you. We are His children. He knows us and He remembers us. He will never forget us. He is always there for us, leading us along the path that He has designed to bring us to our full potential. This life is not easy, but with the Gospel of Christ, it is not only possible, it is worth it.
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Power of the Priesthood
Dear family and friends,
I apologize for not having written last week. It's been a crazy two weeks. I had 6 tests and 2 oral presentations. But things have once again settled down, and should be back to normal.
Other than going to school, studying, and taking tests (because it seems like that is all I have done since writing last) I have been able to spend some time with my parents, watch general conference, and learn about the power of the priesthood. Let me enlighten you.
My dad came in town to recruit at BYU (Brigham Young University) and my mom came with him because I am going to school here and her parents live in Provo. My dad was pretty busy recruiting, but I got to spend time with him in the evenings. And sometimes I would see him on campus. One night, we went to Sammie's and got their pie shakes. Yum. My mom, was able to help me with my homework, take me grocery shopping, make me dinner every night, and help me clean my room. She is the best mom a busy, stressed, college girl could ask for! On top of all that, we had fun hanging out and got to go to BYU's museum of art and see an exhibit that has costumes on display from movies such as Ever After, Pirates of the Caribbean, Finding Neverland, The Phantom of the Opera, etc.
I also got to go to dinner with my mom and one of my MTC (Missionary Training Center) teachers. It was so fun to have her meet my teacher. I had told her a lot about him, but it always felt like I couldn't quite explain how amazing of a person and teacher he is. He had a good influence on me and definitely impacted the kind of missionary I was. My mission, so far, has been the most meaningful thing I have ever done. It means so much for me, and I want to share it with everyone. But it is impossible to convey the emotions of joy that I really felt. But when my mom met my teacher, I felt like I was able to share part of my mission with her in a more meaningful way than just trying to explain how influential my teacher was. It is hard to explain how I felt when they met, but it was really special.
My parents were in town over conference weekend so I was also able to watch General Conference with them. For those that don't know, General Conference is a time when the whole church gathers together via television, radio, etc. to hear the words of the prophets and apostles that we have in today's day. Just like Christ called 12 apostles we have 12 apostles today. Every 6 months, they and other church leaders speak to us. I always feel the Spirit and receive guidance during Conference, but this time it was different. For the past couple of years, I have began to take notes on questions that I have. I always find answers to my questions in the talks that are given. And sometimes I just have thoughts pop into my head that answer my questions but have nothing to do with what the speaker is saying. I don't know why, but this Conference I had more experiences like that than I ever have before. I received so much revelation. It confirmed to me that God loves me SO MUCH and wants to answer all of my questions.
However, of all that happened this week one thing sticks out clearer than anything else. This week I had a really cool experience that strengthened my testimony about the power of the priesthood. I mentioned that I'd been really busy with tests and presentations. For two weeks I averaged 6.5 hours of sleep (for me this is very very little). Well, I had one test that I was especially nervous about. The teacher is a very hard grader and anything we had learned was fair game--he doesn't believe in study guides. Sure I would not do well on this test, I had the thought that I should get a blessing. Not an hour later, a guy in my ward knocks on my door. He saw how tired and delirious I was and asked if there was anything he could do. Sometimes I am stubborn when I know I need to get a blessing, and so I said no. He asked if I was sure. I hesitated and said I was fine. He then gave me his number in case I needed something in the future. We talked for a few minutes and I began to feel like I needed a blessing. But I had told him twice that I didn't need anything. I was fighting with myself and I finally made up my mind to ask him for a blessing, when he asked me one more time if I needed anything.
I told him I could use a blessing. And he gave me one of the most beautiful blessings I have ever received. Among many blessings, I was promised that I would do well on my tests. The next day I took the test I was most worried about, and it did not go well. I was quite certain I got a C+ or B- at best. At first, I was confused. My blessing said I would do well, and I did not feel like I had. With some reflection, I decided God was trying to tell me that considering how hard the class was and how strict the teacher graded, maybe a C+ was a good grade. I got A- on most everything else, and so I figured maybe God was trying to teach me that I had done my best effort and the grade I got would be a good one based on the circumstances. I got the test back a few days ago, and was shocked and amazed to learn that I had scraped and A-. The power of the priesthood is real. How grateful I am for priesthood blessings!
Con amor,
S. Olsen
I apologize for not having written last week. It's been a crazy two weeks. I had 6 tests and 2 oral presentations. But things have once again settled down, and should be back to normal.
Other than going to school, studying, and taking tests (because it seems like that is all I have done since writing last) I have been able to spend some time with my parents, watch general conference, and learn about the power of the priesthood. Let me enlighten you.
My dad came in town to recruit at BYU (Brigham Young University) and my mom came with him because I am going to school here and her parents live in Provo. My dad was pretty busy recruiting, but I got to spend time with him in the evenings. And sometimes I would see him on campus. One night, we went to Sammie's and got their pie shakes. Yum. My mom, was able to help me with my homework, take me grocery shopping, make me dinner every night, and help me clean my room. She is the best mom a busy, stressed, college girl could ask for! On top of all that, we had fun hanging out and got to go to BYU's museum of art and see an exhibit that has costumes on display from movies such as Ever After, Pirates of the Caribbean, Finding Neverland, The Phantom of the Opera, etc.
I also got to go to dinner with my mom and one of my MTC (Missionary Training Center) teachers. It was so fun to have her meet my teacher. I had told her a lot about him, but it always felt like I couldn't quite explain how amazing of a person and teacher he is. He had a good influence on me and definitely impacted the kind of missionary I was. My mission, so far, has been the most meaningful thing I have ever done. It means so much for me, and I want to share it with everyone. But it is impossible to convey the emotions of joy that I really felt. But when my mom met my teacher, I felt like I was able to share part of my mission with her in a more meaningful way than just trying to explain how influential my teacher was. It is hard to explain how I felt when they met, but it was really special.
My parents were in town over conference weekend so I was also able to watch General Conference with them. For those that don't know, General Conference is a time when the whole church gathers together via television, radio, etc. to hear the words of the prophets and apostles that we have in today's day. Just like Christ called 12 apostles we have 12 apostles today. Every 6 months, they and other church leaders speak to us. I always feel the Spirit and receive guidance during Conference, but this time it was different. For the past couple of years, I have began to take notes on questions that I have. I always find answers to my questions in the talks that are given. And sometimes I just have thoughts pop into my head that answer my questions but have nothing to do with what the speaker is saying. I don't know why, but this Conference I had more experiences like that than I ever have before. I received so much revelation. It confirmed to me that God loves me SO MUCH and wants to answer all of my questions.
However, of all that happened this week one thing sticks out clearer than anything else. This week I had a really cool experience that strengthened my testimony about the power of the priesthood. I mentioned that I'd been really busy with tests and presentations. For two weeks I averaged 6.5 hours of sleep (for me this is very very little). Well, I had one test that I was especially nervous about. The teacher is a very hard grader and anything we had learned was fair game--he doesn't believe in study guides. Sure I would not do well on this test, I had the thought that I should get a blessing. Not an hour later, a guy in my ward knocks on my door. He saw how tired and delirious I was and asked if there was anything he could do. Sometimes I am stubborn when I know I need to get a blessing, and so I said no. He asked if I was sure. I hesitated and said I was fine. He then gave me his number in case I needed something in the future. We talked for a few minutes and I began to feel like I needed a blessing. But I had told him twice that I didn't need anything. I was fighting with myself and I finally made up my mind to ask him for a blessing, when he asked me one more time if I needed anything.
I told him I could use a blessing. And he gave me one of the most beautiful blessings I have ever received. Among many blessings, I was promised that I would do well on my tests. The next day I took the test I was most worried about, and it did not go well. I was quite certain I got a C+ or B- at best. At first, I was confused. My blessing said I would do well, and I did not feel like I had. With some reflection, I decided God was trying to tell me that considering how hard the class was and how strict the teacher graded, maybe a C+ was a good grade. I got A- on most everything else, and so I figured maybe God was trying to teach me that I had done my best effort and the grade I got would be a good one based on the circumstances. I got the test back a few days ago, and was shocked and amazed to learn that I had scraped and A-. The power of the priesthood is real. How grateful I am for priesthood blessings!
Con amor,
S. Olsen
Sunday, September 28, 2014
The Power of Prayer
Dear Family and Friends,
This week has been an incredibly good one. Note that I did not say easy. It has actually been a rather challenging week. But I learned a lot about myself and the power of my God.
I do not exactly know why this week has been so hard. In some ways I do, in others I do not. It was hard because school is starting to pick up I have had quizzes and assignments, and the next two weeks I have my first exam in every single one of my classes. This is the biggest class load I have had since coming home from my mission, and I am finding that I am still adjusting to the life of a college student. But I have found time to do everything required of me, and have learned a great deal about my capacities and my strength. But I do not take credit for this. I thank my God for the mind he has given me and for the blessing it is that I can obtain such a wonderful education.
As I said, this week was hard for reasons I do not understand. There were moments when I felt down in the dumps. Moments when I was just sad. One particular night, I found myself alone in my bedroom. Feeling sad, and alone, tears began to come and I could not stop crying. So that nobody gets the wrong idea, I was not sobbing uncontrollably, but I was having a good cry. It was late at night, and I knew there was nobody I could call and talk to. I did not know why I was so sad, or why I was crying. Stress from school? Missing my brother who is on his mission? Missing my mission? Sorrow that I was going to loose another best friend and roommate to marriage? Although I could not place my feelings, and I do not know what I would have said had there been someone to call, I wanted nothing more than to have someone to talk to. To have someone to cry with. I cried tears of self pity for a few moments before I found myself on my knees. As I prayed, I realized I had found someone to talk to. And He listened to my pains and my sorrows. In Him I found comfort. The sorrow did not completely go away, but I no longer felt alone. I realized I always had someone to talk to. I always have someone who is there for me. So do you.
I guess this week really has been a week of powerful prayer. At the beginning of the week, I had lost one of my notebooks that had all my notes from two of my classes. I really needed the notebook to study for an upcoming quiz. I looked everywhere for my notebook. I searched my whole room, cleaned my room, and looked throughout my apartment. I could not find it. So I prayed. I then looked under my bed, and the notebook was right there. I quickly said a prayer of gratitude.
Earlier this month I had lost my car keys to the messy abyss of my bedroom and had been using my extra set. I was not too worried about it when it first happened, but as the weeks progressed and I began to clean my room and actually start looking for the lost keys, I began to worry when I really could not find them. So, when I was praying for my lost notebook, I figured it was a good time to pray for my lost keys too. And no, they were not under my bed with the notebook. I didn't even find them until a few days after I had said that prayer. But I did find them. One morning, I was getting dressed for school and decided to wear a pair of pants that I hadn't worn in a few weeks. They're not my favorite. I put them on, and noticed a bulge in my pocket. I stuck my hand in, and pulled out..........drum roll......my car keys! I dropped to my knees, and gave thanks to my God.
I know this church is true. I have a huge testimony of the power of prayer. God answered my prayers this week, as he has always done. Prayer is an amazing thing. I testify that it truly is communication with our loving Heavenly Father. When we pray, he hears us. I know that answers do not always come when or how we want them. But they always come in the best way for us. Like He answers my prayers, I promise God will answer yours too.
Con amor (with love),
S. Olsen
This week has been an incredibly good one. Note that I did not say easy. It has actually been a rather challenging week. But I learned a lot about myself and the power of my God.
I do not exactly know why this week has been so hard. In some ways I do, in others I do not. It was hard because school is starting to pick up I have had quizzes and assignments, and the next two weeks I have my first exam in every single one of my classes. This is the biggest class load I have had since coming home from my mission, and I am finding that I am still adjusting to the life of a college student. But I have found time to do everything required of me, and have learned a great deal about my capacities and my strength. But I do not take credit for this. I thank my God for the mind he has given me and for the blessing it is that I can obtain such a wonderful education.
As I said, this week was hard for reasons I do not understand. There were moments when I felt down in the dumps. Moments when I was just sad. One particular night, I found myself alone in my bedroom. Feeling sad, and alone, tears began to come and I could not stop crying. So that nobody gets the wrong idea, I was not sobbing uncontrollably, but I was having a good cry. It was late at night, and I knew there was nobody I could call and talk to. I did not know why I was so sad, or why I was crying. Stress from school? Missing my brother who is on his mission? Missing my mission? Sorrow that I was going to loose another best friend and roommate to marriage? Although I could not place my feelings, and I do not know what I would have said had there been someone to call, I wanted nothing more than to have someone to talk to. To have someone to cry with. I cried tears of self pity for a few moments before I found myself on my knees. As I prayed, I realized I had found someone to talk to. And He listened to my pains and my sorrows. In Him I found comfort. The sorrow did not completely go away, but I no longer felt alone. I realized I always had someone to talk to. I always have someone who is there for me. So do you.
I guess this week really has been a week of powerful prayer. At the beginning of the week, I had lost one of my notebooks that had all my notes from two of my classes. I really needed the notebook to study for an upcoming quiz. I looked everywhere for my notebook. I searched my whole room, cleaned my room, and looked throughout my apartment. I could not find it. So I prayed. I then looked under my bed, and the notebook was right there. I quickly said a prayer of gratitude.
Earlier this month I had lost my car keys to the messy abyss of my bedroom and had been using my extra set. I was not too worried about it when it first happened, but as the weeks progressed and I began to clean my room and actually start looking for the lost keys, I began to worry when I really could not find them. So, when I was praying for my lost notebook, I figured it was a good time to pray for my lost keys too. And no, they were not under my bed with the notebook. I didn't even find them until a few days after I had said that prayer. But I did find them. One morning, I was getting dressed for school and decided to wear a pair of pants that I hadn't worn in a few weeks. They're not my favorite. I put them on, and noticed a bulge in my pocket. I stuck my hand in, and pulled out..........drum roll......my car keys! I dropped to my knees, and gave thanks to my God.
I know this church is true. I have a huge testimony of the power of prayer. God answered my prayers this week, as he has always done. Prayer is an amazing thing. I testify that it truly is communication with our loving Heavenly Father. When we pray, he hears us. I know that answers do not always come when or how we want them. But they always come in the best way for us. Like He answers my prayers, I promise God will answer yours too.
Con amor (with love),
S. Olsen
Sunday, September 21, 2014
7 months and counting!
Dear family and friends,
The past 2 weeks have been a crazy mix of dedicated school work, spiritual experiences, and of course the kind of fun that only happens when you live in Provo.
Let me start by explaining some of the highlights from last week. It was busy with homework and starting my job (I work at the English Second Language Writing Center on campus), but it was definitely an incredible week.
Brigham Young University (BYU) had the inauguration of our 13th President. President Kevin J. Worthen is now president of BYU. At the inauguration we were blessed to be in the presence of Presidents Monson, Eyring, and Uchtdorf, and Elders Nelson, Holland, and Oaks, among other general authorities. And last Sunday was a regional conference in Utah in which Elder Scott spoke. Later Sunday evening there was a CES fireside with Elder Christofferson. For those of you who didn't keep track that is 8 apostles I was able to see in one week! It was amazing. I think a lot of people take living in Utah for granted, but that week really reminded me the blessing that it is.
It was also a fun week in which I was able to go to a Peruvian restaurant with 2 of my former mission companions and on Sunday after the fireside I went to a mission reunion with 40-50 people in attendance. It was so fun to see everyone and reminisce about old times.
One of the coolest experiences of my week, though, was when I had the opportunity (and I got extra credit) to see a silent film called Ramona. This was a big deal because this movie had been thought lost for the past 80+ years. It was rediscovered in 2010 and they had spent the past 4 years restoring it. The showing I went to was one of the first since it was lost and the very first time it had been shown in Utah since being restored. I had never seen a silent film, but really enjoyed the experience. They had someone playing the organ and he did an excellent job making the movie come more to life. I loved it because it was such a neat and special experience. I love doing new things and being able to participate in the history that is happening around me. I am grateful for the resources and events that take place at BYU so that I may learn and do new things.
This week has been a little more mellow, but still very exciting. The biggest event was probably the engagement of my roommate and dear friend. I have known her my whole life and am very happy for her. To make a very long story short, I introduced them to each other but never thought they might actually get married. But as I have watched them grow closer, I have seen how happy they are and have felt a small measure of joy and peace. I am not trying to say that I have received revelation that they should marry-I cannot do that. But, it is hard to see a best friend get married, in the sense that you know your friendship with them will change. It is especially so in my case, because I will no longer be able to live with her. So, I think I was feeling joy and peace to help me accept the changes that will come. It is a tender moment to feel that way.
Today was the re-dedication of the Utah Ogden Temple. The dedication was broadcast to us at the Marriott Center. It was such a delight to be able to attend. The spirit was so strong, and I was truly edified. I felt like a gained a deeper understanding of the importance of temples. Or maybe it was just a much needed reminder. I also learned about the importance of always having a valid temple recommend, even if you cannot go. Lastly, I learned that it is possible to have spiritual experiences that rival the spirit of the Temple without having to be in the Temple. And I believe that. I don't think that means we don't have to go. Sometimes we do need the Temple for that extra spiritual boost or to really receive the guidance we are seeking, but just as often, I think we can find those moments and receive those answers as we live righteously day to day.
This week I also hit 7 months since coming home. It seems like I just got home yesterday.
I know this church is true. I know it with all my heart. I know God loves me and I know He loves each and every one of you. I feel it so strongly! It gives me so much joy and strength. I am so grateful for my mission and the lessons I learned.
Con amor (with love),
S. Olsen
The past 2 weeks have been a crazy mix of dedicated school work, spiritual experiences, and of course the kind of fun that only happens when you live in Provo.
Let me start by explaining some of the highlights from last week. It was busy with homework and starting my job (I work at the English Second Language Writing Center on campus), but it was definitely an incredible week.
Brigham Young University (BYU) had the inauguration of our 13th President. President Kevin J. Worthen is now president of BYU. At the inauguration we were blessed to be in the presence of Presidents Monson, Eyring, and Uchtdorf, and Elders Nelson, Holland, and Oaks, among other general authorities. And last Sunday was a regional conference in Utah in which Elder Scott spoke. Later Sunday evening there was a CES fireside with Elder Christofferson. For those of you who didn't keep track that is 8 apostles I was able to see in one week! It was amazing. I think a lot of people take living in Utah for granted, but that week really reminded me the blessing that it is.
It was also a fun week in which I was able to go to a Peruvian restaurant with 2 of my former mission companions and on Sunday after the fireside I went to a mission reunion with 40-50 people in attendance. It was so fun to see everyone and reminisce about old times.
One of the coolest experiences of my week, though, was when I had the opportunity (and I got extra credit) to see a silent film called Ramona. This was a big deal because this movie had been thought lost for the past 80+ years. It was rediscovered in 2010 and they had spent the past 4 years restoring it. The showing I went to was one of the first since it was lost and the very first time it had been shown in Utah since being restored. I had never seen a silent film, but really enjoyed the experience. They had someone playing the organ and he did an excellent job making the movie come more to life. I loved it because it was such a neat and special experience. I love doing new things and being able to participate in the history that is happening around me. I am grateful for the resources and events that take place at BYU so that I may learn and do new things.
This week has been a little more mellow, but still very exciting. The biggest event was probably the engagement of my roommate and dear friend. I have known her my whole life and am very happy for her. To make a very long story short, I introduced them to each other but never thought they might actually get married. But as I have watched them grow closer, I have seen how happy they are and have felt a small measure of joy and peace. I am not trying to say that I have received revelation that they should marry-I cannot do that. But, it is hard to see a best friend get married, in the sense that you know your friendship with them will change. It is especially so in my case, because I will no longer be able to live with her. So, I think I was feeling joy and peace to help me accept the changes that will come. It is a tender moment to feel that way.
Today was the re-dedication of the Utah Ogden Temple. The dedication was broadcast to us at the Marriott Center. It was such a delight to be able to attend. The spirit was so strong, and I was truly edified. I felt like a gained a deeper understanding of the importance of temples. Or maybe it was just a much needed reminder. I also learned about the importance of always having a valid temple recommend, even if you cannot go. Lastly, I learned that it is possible to have spiritual experiences that rival the spirit of the Temple without having to be in the Temple. And I believe that. I don't think that means we don't have to go. Sometimes we do need the Temple for that extra spiritual boost or to really receive the guidance we are seeking, but just as often, I think we can find those moments and receive those answers as we live righteously day to day.
This week I also hit 7 months since coming home. It seems like I just got home yesterday.
I know this church is true. I know it with all my heart. I know God loves me and I know He loves each and every one of you. I feel it so strongly! It gives me so much joy and strength. I am so grateful for my mission and the lessons I learned.
Con amor (with love),
S. Olsen
Thursday, September 18, 2014
What is a mission?
Dearest readers, I apologize for not writing last Sunday. I had a very busy week! But before I write my "letter" about last week, I wanted to explain a little bit more about missions for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Young men at the age of 18 and young women at the age of 19 can decide that they want to serve a mission for the church. For young men it is a two year commitment, and for young women it is 18 months. When one decides they want to serve, they fill out the required paperwork and meet with their local religious leaders to determine their worthiness and desire. When this is done their papers are sent to church headquarters. Within a few weeks to a few months a letter is returned with the missionary-to-be's assignment. There are over 300 missions one can be called to, and we believe that the call comes from God. For this reason, we do not choose where we will spend the next 18-24 months.
In my case, I will always remember the joy and elation I felt when my letter came, and I read that I would be serving in the Spain Madrid Mission. It was such a surreal feeling; a feeling of happiness and peace. Feeling that way was a confirmation to me that I had been called of God to go to Spain.
With the letter, each missionary is given a date to report to the Missionary Training Center (MTC). In the MTC a missionary will spend 2-9 weeks to study the scriptures, learn the language they will be speaking (if they are to learn one), and prepare to serve their missions. The purpose of the mission is to invite others to come unto Christ by helping them receive the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement, Repentance, Baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost and enduring to the end. In other words, missionaries in the MTC spend 2-9 weeks preparing to teach the Gospel of Christ and inviting people to enter the waters of Baptism.
Once in their designated mission, they put to practice everything they learnt in the MTC. Missionaries always travel with a companion. They go from city to city serving the people and teaching them about the doctrines of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They teach about Christ and the Church He established. They teach that the same exact church has been restored and is on the earth today. They teach about God's plan for us in this life, and the next. And they teach about what we must do to receive the gift of Salvation and Eternal Life. They invite those they teach to believe in these true principles and be baptized.
It is important to explain that we don't want to offend anyone. Missionaries do not force anyone to be baptized. We love those that listen to our message, but do not accept it. Missionaries merely serve, teach, and invite. we do not believe that other churches are bad, or that their members do not have faith. But that does not mean that we believe all churches are true. We believe that they all have truth but they do not have the fullness of it. It is for that reason that missionaries teach people how they can know the truth and invite them to be baptized. Only through baptism in Christ's true church can one receive Salvation.
So I invite all to read and learn. If what I say is true, congratulations! You have found earthly and eternal happiness, and the path back to your Father in Heaven. If it is not true, than your life goes on as it is. You have nothing to loose, yet so much to gain! Come see for yourself!
In my case, I will always remember the joy and elation I felt when my letter came, and I read that I would be serving in the Spain Madrid Mission. It was such a surreal feeling; a feeling of happiness and peace. Feeling that way was a confirmation to me that I had been called of God to go to Spain.
With the letter, each missionary is given a date to report to the Missionary Training Center (MTC). In the MTC a missionary will spend 2-9 weeks to study the scriptures, learn the language they will be speaking (if they are to learn one), and prepare to serve their missions. The purpose of the mission is to invite others to come unto Christ by helping them receive the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement, Repentance, Baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost and enduring to the end. In other words, missionaries in the MTC spend 2-9 weeks preparing to teach the Gospel of Christ and inviting people to enter the waters of Baptism.
Once in their designated mission, they put to practice everything they learnt in the MTC. Missionaries always travel with a companion. They go from city to city serving the people and teaching them about the doctrines of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They teach about Christ and the Church He established. They teach that the same exact church has been restored and is on the earth today. They teach about God's plan for us in this life, and the next. And they teach about what we must do to receive the gift of Salvation and Eternal Life. They invite those they teach to believe in these true principles and be baptized.
It is important to explain that we don't want to offend anyone. Missionaries do not force anyone to be baptized. We love those that listen to our message, but do not accept it. Missionaries merely serve, teach, and invite. we do not believe that other churches are bad, or that their members do not have faith. But that does not mean that we believe all churches are true. We believe that they all have truth but they do not have the fullness of it. It is for that reason that missionaries teach people how they can know the truth and invite them to be baptized. Only through baptism in Christ's true church can one receive Salvation.
So I invite all to read and learn. If what I say is true, congratulations! You have found earthly and eternal happiness, and the path back to your Father in Heaven. If it is not true, than your life goes on as it is. You have nothing to loose, yet so much to gain! Come see for yourself!
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Hello friends and family...and anyone else who might be reading this!
Hello and welcome to my blog! Let me explain a little about myself. I am a returned missionary from the Utah Ogden Mission AND the Spain Madrid Mission. I served in the Utah Ogden Mission for four months while waiting for my visa to Spain. I consider myself extremely blessed to have served in two different missions! I am fluent in Spanish, I have met some of the most amazing people in the world, and I have some of the most incredible friends from all over the world.
As I served my mission, I learned so much about the Gospel of Jesus Christ and I saw myself (and those I taught) become different, and better people. I changed, and I became truly converted. I've always had a testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel. But my mission took that to a whole new level. I LOVED dedicating every moment to the Lord. My time, my energy, my talents, and even my heart were His. I was not a perfect missionary, but I tried my hardest and saw miracles every day.
I grew to love every moment of the mission, and because it changed me so much, it was very hard to come home. I didn't want to. I didn't want to give up the opportunity to share the Gospel, to serve, and to brighten people's day. I didn't want to give up the day to day personal growth as I studied the Gospel and grew closer to my Savior.
But here I am. I got on the plane that took me from Spain to the U.S.A. But I didn't leave those experiences behind. I still struggle sometimes to know how to feel like I did when I was on my mission. How to keep that joy, love, and discipleship alive. I learned so much on my mission and I want to apply it to my life now and to share it with others.
So every week, I will write a "letter" just as I did when I was on my mission, sharing the insights of the Gospel that I have gained, and the miracles I have seen.
As I served my mission, I learned so much about the Gospel of Jesus Christ and I saw myself (and those I taught) become different, and better people. I changed, and I became truly converted. I've always had a testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel. But my mission took that to a whole new level. I LOVED dedicating every moment to the Lord. My time, my energy, my talents, and even my heart were His. I was not a perfect missionary, but I tried my hardest and saw miracles every day.
I grew to love every moment of the mission, and because it changed me so much, it was very hard to come home. I didn't want to. I didn't want to give up the opportunity to share the Gospel, to serve, and to brighten people's day. I didn't want to give up the day to day personal growth as I studied the Gospel and grew closer to my Savior.
But here I am. I got on the plane that took me from Spain to the U.S.A. But I didn't leave those experiences behind. I still struggle sometimes to know how to feel like I did when I was on my mission. How to keep that joy, love, and discipleship alive. I learned so much on my mission and I want to apply it to my life now and to share it with others.
So every week, I will write a "letter" just as I did when I was on my mission, sharing the insights of the Gospel that I have gained, and the miracles I have seen.
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