I'm a Dummy Head- Week 99

Lift Up the Hands That Hang Down, by J. Kirk Richards

 

Where I am is called ROBSTOWN, not RAYMONDVILLE lol

[That's where I was like 8 months ago]

As of right now I only have 2 pdays left...

This mission has gone by so fast.

I think back to my first day in the MTC, hurriedly pulling my suitcases along uneven sidewalk in the middle of Mexico City... my shoulder hurt because I hadn't worked it out in a long time haha.

Today we drove to Corpus, sold some couches we had in our apartment. I felt so, old[?] as we drove by the beach side again. I saw the Portland bridge that I would drive on almost weekly when I was in Sinton a year ago. 

My mission President and close mission friends tell me that I've changed a lot since then.

I wonder what it was that influenced me to change.

I feel less focused on material things... less focused on trivial things... I want to help others more, dedicate less time to myself. I'm excited to grow older and start a family, something that stressed me out a lot beforehand.

Talking to my mission President he said he was proud of what I've done so far. It makes me wonder, will I be able to say that I was proud of my mission? What I did?

I helped a lot of people yes, but what will be my report at the end of my 2 years?

I think about that a lot.

I recommend reading Alma 5.

I love you all

Elder Reginato