Well, I think everyone
already knows the big news from this week,
which was a typhoon!
I guess one of the
blessings of being a missionary is not being able
to watch the weather.
Because no matter what it's like, we always have
the inherent hope that
it will get better, that it will clean up so we
can be happy and dry as
we do Gods work. Which explains why Friday, we
were outside knocking
doors as the rain started to fall. And fall. And
fall. It actually rained
quite a bit. So, knowing vaguely that there
was a typhoon coming in,
we took the opportunity to walk back, staying
safe and only a little
wet. And then spent the next day on lock down,
keeping everyone safe as
the amazing powers of nature whipped through
Amami all day Saturday.
Thankfully, it gave us a chance to call
various people, who were
also all doing well, and we were still able
to work.
The most blessed thing
might have been the fact that the storm ended
Saturday, so we were
able to have church on Sunday. It by far wasn't
the largest sacrament
meeting I've been a part of, but to be able to
gather, and see the
faith of the saints who could come, was really
amazing. It reemphasized
to me how important the sacrament is, and how
important the Savior is
to us. And as part of that, how much we
believe in an active
religion, an active lifestyle. If we want the
blessings promised from
heaven, for example, if I want to be a
successful missionary,
if I want to help people find joy, I better be
working, meeting and
talking to them. If we want the eternal happiness
that Christ has
promised, we need to do all we can, every week, every
day, to be His
representative. That's what all the people who trudged
through the aftermath of
our typhoon showed me, and it was amazing.
Well, I'm safe, and all
is well on Amami! Thank you for all your
emails and prayers!
Love,
Elder Woodhouse
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