Seventy-one

Instead of a regular letter, I decided to put some thoughts together.

Love ya mucho

Hna Duffy

La Misiòn

Never thought to go before,

It was myself holding me back-

To ask my Heavenly Father, 

If I should leave my way to accept His greater hand.

Guiding me wasn’t easy.

I put up a good fight.

Leaving it all behind me-

Am I doing the right?

It was not one answer-rather many

To realize it was not my curiosity but destiny.

All happened fast-God had waited long enough

The first flicker of the faith I planted,

He accepted...

Called in my weak and growing state,

To join the many.

I left thinking it would be easy.

Knocking a few doors,

Wearing skirts,

Passing out pamphlets

I had no idea to put it simply.

Yet the moment I arrived

....I knew.....

That the peace I felt

Meant that He had a plan for me to do.

Six weeks spent in a cold white room

With a group of youngsters

Buttoned shirts and ties,

All of us without a clue.

To talk about Christ, 

To wear His name.

I knew who He was?

the stories and photos, from my seminary days.

I am not a sinner.

I know how to teach too.

My pride would soon learn, 

That my weaknesses are more than a few.

The language didn’t come at once

Actually not at all.

I doubted that this gift existed,

To loosen my twisted tongue.

I remember my first night out.

It scared me to my knees.

How should I talk to people,

When I sound so-o-o silly?

Who knew the missionaries walked so fast?

Took a great force to keep the pace.

Now I have more profound respect,

For the pioneers who treked across the plain.

Slowly and steadly I learned my role.

Yet with each step forward came 3 steps back.

We taught about this Atonement, 

Where He suffered and paid for all.

I realized this meant more than a historical fact,

But was the way to save myself from-

My own Fall.

Now here I am, 

Writing this to you.

Feeling this profound love,

For all He has asked me to do.

I could not imagine

How much He would form me.

To take me in my broken state,

Opening my eyes to the reality.

The gospel of Christ is not a club,

It is not a good idea,

Rather it is the plan from Above.

We are children of a God,

Put in this state of faith.

To do everything in our power,

Then trust in His grace and wait.

Giving up our will to His 

Can be like a jump in the darkness,

But with the greatest given certainty,

Of a landing in all He has promised.

The mission has no end this is true,

Because we live in a world where this is much to do.

Forget these shiny worldly distracciones,

Follow the living prophet, and put our faith, hope, and love into action.