Drink the Juice

Aloha Amigos!

 

Well I took notes throughout the week of what I wanted to say here but I left my planner (The very essence of my being, my air, my water, my breath of life) in my room and it's within this small planner where which I took these notes. So. Here we go:

 

MATCHING HERMANAS

AKA my companions suck

 

Talk has come up about matching clothing as a district. I have always been opposed. Never before have I purposefully matched with a friend (except poppin' collar day with Rachel) and I don't intend on starting now. Thursday night I grabbed a shirt and while I was ironing my roommates went and told all the girls in our district to wear green. The next morning I got dressed and while I thought I was keeping track of their outfits... I somehow missed it when they all put on a green shirt and covered up with their coats. It wasn't until we got to class that I realized we were the most ridiculous group of bozos all wearing the exact same color. Then I looked in the hallway to see another sister lean out of the door and wave, and sure enough her sleeve is the exact same color also. And so is everyone else in her  room, too. I hereby announce that I will never plan ahead, never iron the night before, and never reveal my choice of shirt until we are out of the door and well on our way. Too much effort? Possibly. But I won't be in a prossession of Smurfs ever again.

 

SINCERE REGRET

AKA every single morning

 

There is a moment, every day, when I sincerely with everything in me in the bottomest part of my heart think "I. Cannot. Do This. I can't live like this. This will never ever work." And then a minute goes by, I get out of bed and immediately the day is wonderful, the work is true, and I love life! I don't feel this way because I'm busy, or overwhelmed, or stressed, or frustrated. It's because everyday when my alarm goes "doo, doo, doo, doodeedoodee doo, doo, doo" I look up and it's 6:30AM. That is no way to live. What happened to 8AM? Or 10AM? What happened to 2:30PM? That's what I'm talkin' about!

 

 

ORANGE JUICE

is a myth

 

Everyone has told me that the OJ makes you... well, nobody has really explained. It's just well known to "never drink the Orange Juice". Well I don't like being told what to do, and neither does Hermana Tew. She was the first to sacrifice herself in the efforts of science and drank 3 glasses in one meal. She woke up the next morning breathing and all, so the rest of the Sisters in my District drank some, too. And we all woke up the next day doing just as good! So I'm here to say that I'm a live and well and it has been 6 days since my first partaking of the Juice. I have confidence that we will all continue to be healthy and happy. But if my emails stop coming... well. Then "never drink the Orange Juice".

 

ANYWAY

 

I am loving every minute. (Except that first minute every morning. Seriously... total complete regret. Hahahaha!) This gospel is true and the more that I learn about it the more that I realize how little I knew before. Elder Holland said that we can only convert someone to the level of our own conversion, and if that were the case then 9 days ago I would have accomplished squat. The other night I was thinking about certain events in my life and I realized that I have taken the gospel for granted for the past 21 years. There have been so many times where I felt so strongly the love that my Heavenly Father has for me, and for others. I've been watched over and guided and blessings have literally been placed directly in front of me.  And now I'm learning how to truly feel the Spirit and recognize these things as blessing from God. He knows me, and He knows every one of us. Sounding like a missionary? Well Good. I am one! Haha, but really. This gospel is true and if I could ask for anything in the world it would be for all of my friends and family to really think about that statement. Whether you're a member or not, say " My Heavenly Father loves me. He loves me. Christ is my Redeemer. He Atoned for my sins" And then say it over again. And again and again. And say it in the morning, and at night. Say it until you FEEL it. And when you feel it, that's the Spirit. And it's the best, happiest feeling in the world. Yo se que este sentemiento es el Espiritu Santo. El Evangelio Resturado es el ultima camino de neustros Padre Celestial. Yo se que Dios tiene amar por usted, y por su familia, y por sus amigos. Estoy entusiasmado porque yo puedo ayudar las personas de Boston, MA a que este Evangelio.

 

I love all of you. SMILE every day!

 

Hermana Hileman

 

LIFE IS A MISSION!