June 16, 2015

June 16, 2015

Happy Fathers Day!

I hope that it went well!

I dont know why, but yesterday I was laying in my bed, and I realized it was fathers day. And I guess that stress plus the stress of finishing a change, and knowing that I had 6 more weeks of an area that has its challenges and all the stresses of training and not being mean but helping them be obidient and not ruining their confidence but teaching them how to teach, and I just felt like it had been so long that I had been able to see you and hug you. I then I just had a wave of the past 8 months pass over me, and for the first time since my first change in the mission, I missed you guys soo very much.  I missed the fun times we had, the conversations we had, the laughing and time we had together.  And I was afraid that you had forgotten me . .  I know, comnpletely irrational because you write me every week.  But that, I guess, you didnt miss me.  That I was just another of the Jarman missionaries.  Here, the mothers mourn over their missionary children.  They dont understand how a mission is, and they think that their kid is going to die or something sometimes.  But I dont have some boy in love with me coming to our house every week to remind you that I exist.  And I am not just a plane flight away.  I am a continent away.  I cried, because it felt like such a long time until I would see you again.

  But then today, we were preparing to leave the apartment, and we realized that we had spent too much in groceries and we werent going to have enough to last the month (Haha, my comp eats like an elder, . . .  I dont know how she does it without getting fat but she is like a growing child . . . always soooo hungry) and I sighed and thought, maybe I have a little bit more money in my account in home.  And so I brought my card and went to the atm and as I was pulling out the money I realized that I really dont have any money left in my account.  The money that I left from what I had earned and had . .  should have run out when I had to pay for groceries (Its a long story but she wasnt going to eat much the last 2 weeks of her misison so that she could have the money to pay for customs, so I had to use personal money to make up the difference so that we could both eat)  But when I withdrew the money, expecting the atm to say insufficient funds, I had enough.   and I knew that you hadnt forgotten me.  That you were my parents, the parents I had always known and loved, the parents that arent the center of attention, mourning openly over their poor baby missionary.  You are the parents that are always there, reminding me that I am stronger than I think, that I can do hard things, that life is an adventure.  I dont know what it says in moms parenting books, but you guys are the Got your back parents.  That let me go into the world, grow and see for myself, but everytime I get scared I can look back, and know that you are there to catch me.  Jewelry gets tarnished here super easily because the sweat but for some reason my silver live strong band that you gave me when I finished my first tri doesnt go black.  So basically every day I have my watch and my live strong band.  People ask my what is says (bc its in ingles) and it always makes me think of you guys.  That I am stronger and braver than I think.  That I know that when I dont think I can do it, you guys think I can do it, and thatts good enough.

Anyway, I love you guys lots.

Hermana Jarman II 

Dont have very much time today, but this week we saw a cool miracle.

This week we worked really hard with Gustavo, the grandson of a member, and he was sick. but then he came to church, and he felt the spirit really strong.

Also it is the end of the change.  I cant believe that I have been training for a change.  One more to go, right!  But training is really fun, and my comp is so funny.  She bursts out sining songs of the world sometimes, and I laugh and then start sining this one really funny hymn we always laugh about to remind her that she cant sing worldly songs.  Haha, having a newbie really makes me realize how used to the mission life I am.  But also we started running in the morning to help us have good exercises in the morning, and I was so so sore for a week!  I needed one of those runners sticks.  

But I love you all, and everyone has to read the liahona this month.  It is so so so good. Especially the article that says josephs journey to palmyra.  After my mish, I am going to study the life of the profet joseph more in depth.  He really was such an example.

Love

Hermana Jarman