Words don't come easy...

Everytime I sit down at the computer at the end of the week I think two things:

1) What. It's already been a week? What the????

2) I have no idea what to say.

If nothing else is apparent from my e-mails and mismatched thoughts, crazy pictures, please know that I am so grateful for this opportunity I have to serve in the Lord's work.  I am so grateful for how I have been blessed  with family and friends who support me in this.  I have learned so much, and have seem the hand of the Lord in so many lives, especially mine. I know our Father in Heaven loves us so much, he sent his son for us. No one else could have done what Christ did.  No one else could have made that sacrifice that he did.  And what amazes me even more, is that he didn't have too. He chose too, because he loves us. Sometimes I get homesick, sometimes I get discouraged, but I am doing this because I love the Lord.

And honestly, this is much more of a blessing than a sacrifice. This week Montse was baptized, and it was so special.  

Pre- story:so it takes an hour and a half to fill the font.  We got done with exchanges, booked it to walmart to buy some refreshments because long story short we were having a really difficult time communicating cause our phone was dumb so we didn't know who was bringing what (Thanks Mom and Dad!), then booked it to the church.

We had an hour and 40 minutes :) perfect.  

Negative-there are black gates covering the entrance of the font so we can't close the drain to fill up the water.  And we don't have the key to those padlocks. 

I tend to be a very task-oriented person, which sometimes can be irrational.   My initial response is to grab a chair, and I'm about to hop over the glass and into the font to close the drain, so Sister Pickett could start filling it up. I guess my plan was just to hang out there until somebody rescued us, because I probably couldn't have climbed out without breaking something.  Luckily, as I'm mid step to jump over, my darling Sister Pickett has the bright idea of asking someone in the Family History Center for help. Much smarter. 

Anyhow, the service started, and everything worked out. Montse was glowing, she was ready. She has been through a lot this year.  A member gave a wonderful talk, and then we had the service.  We came back and I sang "Mas cerca Dios de ti" as the musical number (Nearer my God to Thee).   My favorite part of all of it though, was when Montse gave her testimony at the end. I don't remember exactly what she said, but I remember what I felt.  It was the Holy Ghost, telling everyone in that room that what she said was true, and that he choice to be baptized was what Heavenly Father wanted for her. She quoted the Book of Mormon, and expressed her desire for a better life for her and her daughter.  I know that the promise she made to follow Christ at baptism, and the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost she received the next day will bless her.

It was a beautiful way to start of Easter, and remember the sacrifice of our Savior, so that we could be clean through him.

Easter day, we tracted (hence the 'Jesus Loves You' pic), and had an Easter dinner of whatever we could find in the cupboards  (rice from dinner with the sisters, cream of chicken from someone who moved out of the apartments here, and a can of tuna complete with Tony's creole seasoning and a bag of frozen veggies i found in the freezer....not too bad!).  Definitely not the Easter I've had before, but one of the best.  

I love my Savior, and so grateful for the change he has made in my life.

I love you all!

Hermana McClune