tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481416953193760172024-03-05T00:22:50.514-08:00XXo, MoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.comBlogger296125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-27972337497376518902018-04-08T18:58:00.001-07:002018-04-08T18:58:21.983-07:00OOOOOHHHHHIIIIOOOOO<p dir="ltr">This is really just a test post. It's been a few years since I've updated. My husband, Braden, and I are embarking on a grand 12 week adventure in Cincinnati, Ohio! Turn on your post notifications because I'm back!</p>
<p dir="ltr">XXo,<br>
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Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-40576664659033516452015-10-03T14:40:00.001-07:002015-10-03T14:40:30.276-07:00Why I Listen to Conference<div style="text-align: center;">
I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. </div>
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E mea melo au na te Ekalesia a Iesu Mesia i te Feia Mo'a i te Mau Mahana Hopea Nei. </div>
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Je suis membre de l'Eglise de Jesus-Christ des Saints des Derniers Jours. </div>
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I will willingly spend eight hours this weekend listening to talks. Really though, eight hours. Imagine taking an eight hour ethics, philosophy, and history class. EXCEPT you enjoy it. You take notes. You reread your notes. At the end of the eight hour lecture you go back and listen to all of the lesson multiple times. </div>
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That is general conference. </div>
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Think TED Talks, but with every talk having an emphasis on how to make your life better, happier, and full of more sunshine and rainbows than you can handle. </div>
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You <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2015/10?cid=HP_SA_10-3-2015_dOCS_fBLOG_xLIDyL2-4_&lang=eng" target="_blank">should watch some here</a>. I highly suggest this if you are missing some hope or courage in your life, the things these men have told us are merely to help us be the best possible people we can be.</div>
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Don't forget about tomorrow also!</div>
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Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-50799802229611240132015-10-02T18:57:00.003-07:002015-10-02T18:57:25.152-07:00Mo's Ultimate Family-Friendly Halloween Movie LIst<div style="text-align: center;">
October is my favorite month of the year. The leaves are yellow and orange, the air is finally cool enough for scarves and sweaters, and my favorite holiday is on the 31st. Halloween! It's never too soon to start ringing in the Halloween cheer! Get into the spirit with Mo's Ultimate Halloween Movie list-the family friendly version. </div>
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Who doesn't love Charlie Brown? This is the most tame Halloween movie for our littlest viewers.</div>
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Disney Channel does Halloween right. This is the greatest made-for-TV movie ever created. </div>
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8. Casper</div>
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The FRIENDLY ghost. Who doesn't like ghosts that can help them? </div>
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7. The Little Vampire</div>
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Kids. Vampires. Enough said. </div>
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6. Ghostbusters</div>
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Slightly very odd. Especially compared to the previous movies. </div>
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4. Beetlejuice </div>
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Tim Burton is my favorite movie genius of all time. Corpse Bride has one of the happiest ending of any of his movies. I feel odd putting happy and Time Burton in the same paragraph. </div>
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Binx is waiting for you to watch this movie. Just don't light any candles. </div>
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This is my favorite movie of all time. It's also a half-Christmas movie so I'm justified in watching it non-stop October 1st until January 1st. (Let's be honest, I probably watch this weekly. It's that good)</div>
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There are only 29 days until Halloween. If we watch one movie a day we can see all of them twice, and the best, The Nightmare Before Christmas, three times. </div>
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Happy Haunting!</div>
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Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-51518258059594493742015-09-22T21:50:00.000-07:002015-09-22T21:50:12.594-07:00How to be Happy <div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #333333; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">It's been a few months since I've actually posted non-school happiness. I want to chat about happiness today. Let's be honest, I of all people have every "right" to be miserable and sad. I was hit by a car, I lost my memory, I fail every test I take, I can't remember people's names (that makes finding friends difficult), and I feel like an overall failure 6 out of the 7 days. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">I am miserable and sad. The end. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">FALSE. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">I can honestly say I have never been happier in my whole entire life (No. Do not bring up I don't remember a lot of my life. I promise I have never been this happy.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">Victor Franki, author of the oh, so famous <i>Man's Search for Meaning</i>, reminded us, "Even the helpless victim of a hopeless situation, facing a fate he cannot change, may rise above himself, may grow beyond himself. He may turn personal tragedy into triumph."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">Look at how far I've come. Basically, I am super woman. I got an A in my writing class this summer, I'm not failing every single quiz in my art history class, only about 25% of them, I can remember my friend's names, I have friends, I love my jobs, and I have found a way to learn the information I need for my classes. It has been a pretty fantastic semester. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">The world lost a great man in July, but President Boyd K. Packer reminded us, "It was meant to be that life would be a challenge. To suffer some anxiety, some depression, some disappointment, even some failure is normal. Teach our members that if they have a good, miserable day once in a while, or several in a row, to stand steady and face them. Things will straighten out. There is great purpose in our struggle in life." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">Nothing in our life is without purpose. I am able to choose how to handle every situation and what I want to make with my own life. David O. McKay has given me some pretty spiffy guidelines to keep my happiness in check everyday. I am not wasting a single day being upset, sad, lonely, or mopey. President McKay has 10 Rules for Happiness</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">1. Develop yourself by self discipline. <i>Yeah.... it's time to be a big girl, eat my veggies, and clean my room.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.4em;">2. Joy comes through creation -- sorrow through destruction. Every living thing can grow; use the world wisely to realize soul growth. <i>If I want to be happy, I need to create something. Hence this blog post and my glorious paintings filling my tiny room. Today I was able to sit down and chat with a DC and Marvel comic illustrator Steve Rude </i></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 22.4px;"><i>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Rude . He still works at perfecting his art, trying to grow and perfect his trade</i>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 22.4px;">3. Do things that are hard to do. <i>School. School is so utterly hard for me I want to cry thinking about it. I do hard things. Nothing is going to stop me.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 22.4px;">4. Entertain up building thoughts. What you think about when you do not have to think shows what you really are. <i>Seriously though. In French we says Le Vouloir C'est Le Pouvoir - The want/desire is the power. We can do anything we want to do. Nothing can stop us, no disability can stop us, fear cannot stop us, we are able to everything we will ever want to do as long as we work for it.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16.08px;">9. True friends enrich life. If you would have a friend, be one. <i>We reap what we sow. If I'm being the ultimate friend, when I need someone to bring me a can of soup, cookies, and a good movie a magical person will appear on my door step.</i></span></div>
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Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-71695148786841034672015-09-02T21:04:00.001-07:002015-09-02T21:04:28.179-07:00Hi-Jacking Morgan's blog....just an updateAbout one year ago Morgan returned to Tahiti to finish her mission. Tahiti round 2 and truly a completly different mission in the same place. She went about her missionary work in a different way and made a huge impact on a lot on people's lives. She continues to do that here. This weekend I was able to hear Morgan speak to a group of youth in Provo. She was great!! The kids were listening and asked very good questions. One of the questions someone asked was "do you remember things you learn at school?" It surprised me to hear that because that is what is challenging her right now and her answer was " I remember.....absolutely nothing. I fail every test" Which is true. But she gets 100% on all assignments when she can find the information in a book or use her notes. She continues to work hard and find a way to work through the struggles. Yesterday she had a doctor appointment with her rehab doctor. He walked in and you could see he was amazed with Morgan. The way the doctors look at her when they speak with her makes me smile. You can see they are truly happy and surprised with Morgan's recovery. I love that!!<br />
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My little brother is no longer a high school student. That sentence scares me. The absolute certainty of this phrase frightens me even more. He has his diploma, there is no taking it away from him now.</div>
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I've been "stuck" with him for the last eighteen years of my life and I don't know what I'm going to do when me becomes my equal instead of my kid brother who is a foot taller than I am. We have been partners in crime since before the beginning of time. When he was four-years-old we took a spin on a toy roller coaster he had been given for his birthday. One Christmas morning, while we were in elementary school, we watched The Lion King 2 over and over until it was, and still is, fully engraved into my brain. We watched it so much I STILL have the entire movie memorized and can serenade you with each and every one of the songs. Chan and I debated together his freshman, my senior, year. I've taught him my secrets, he has been my best friend.</div>
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In September he will be serving a full-time mission, just as I did, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in Novosibirsk, Russia. My brother is going to speak Russian. </div>
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First things, first. HE GRADUATED THURSDAY! As I was seated in Utah State University's basketball stadium my aunt leans over to me. "Hey, did you know you were quoted in this year's yearbook?" What? I was quoted in the yearbook? What did I say? I hope it was appropriate. . .</div>
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"You'll go through high school just waiting to finally get out, only to wake up one morning and dread graduation. Once graduation comes you won't be going to school with the same people you shared your chocolate milk with in Kindergarten. Don't forget about those few people who made you the person you are. Make the last year count and have no regrets."</div>
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I was speaking eighty-nine percent from personal experience. My best friend in kindergarten was living in a completely different school system when I was able to throw my cap and walk away, diploma in hand. **UPDATE: I was at my kindergarten best friend's wedding** In those twelve years apart I learned some pretty important things.</div>
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Don't let your emotions surmount what the intellectual side of your brain is telling you to do. It is so easy to get caught up in what we want to do right then in the moment, we ignore what we know we shouldn't be doing. It's a dieter's hardest temptation. The emotion is yelling and screaming, "eat the extra cupcake! There's one left and if no one eats it, it is going to get thrown away. Do not waste food, there are children in this world starving and you are throwing away good food." That is waht your emotion is saying to you. Your intellect is whispering and reminding you that eating that cupcake is not actually going to help a starving child. It's just going to make you feel worse about yourself in the long run. Resist the urge to let your emotions overcome your intellect.</div>
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Date the ones that are nice to the waitress. I am a waitress. Every single person in this society should have to serve food at one point or another to understand how to treat us. I am guilty of not being a very good guest to waitresses in high school. I had a habit of giving them a big fat ZERO dollar tip. This, I am not proud of at all. I went on dates where my date gave an extremely lousy tip. Why? As my high school mind would think, because waitresses are below us and will make a lot of money anyways. Date people that treat every single person they meet like they are their equals. Let's face it, we are all humans, we are all trying to get through this life. Nobody is "better" or "worse," we are the same. If you date someone who treats everyone as well as he or she possibly can, you found a good one. </div>
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Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-36226985734855695262015-04-02T18:35:00.000-07:002015-04-02T18:35:00.293-07:00To Be Mo Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know I am going to have to talk about this sometime or another. These are my real, only slightly censored, thoughts. There is no point in sugar-coating things, it's time to be real. This past year has been a huge struggle. This is part one of a three part series of my personal account of my accident. Here we go. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have struggled with how to talk about my lovely accident and the effect it has on me. Even that last sentence makes light of the terrible thing that happened to me, "lovely accident." I down-play all of the details, and the fact I was hit by a car. I want to live as if I have never been hit by a car, as if a man had never decided to drink, get in his utility van, unknowingly hit a 19-year-old girl and drive off leaving her there to die. I want to live like that day never happened. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tried to do just that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tried. That's the keyword here. I can pretend all I want, but I cannot live a lie. I cannot sit there and say this food is delicious anymore when I cannot taste or smell it. This is where a slight personality problem comes in, I like to make people happy and one of the best ways to make someone happy is to compliment their cooking. I could be fed dead rat and would tell them it tasted delicious because I wouldn't be able to tell a difference between that and prime rib. I cannot smile and and talk about "the good 'ol times" I had with my friends in high school anymore. Those memories are long gone. </span></div>
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February's issue of the National Geographic is pure gold. There's a very large article entitled "Healing Our Soldiers." I looked at the cover, opened it up to see what it was all about, and it's about traumatic brain injuries. I love a quote from Army Staff Sergeant Perry Hopman, who sustained a traumatic brain injury. He said, "I know my name, but I don't know the man who use to back up that name." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">This has been the most difficult part of my injuries. I sometimes wish I would have lost an arm or a leg. That's an injury that people can see and recognize. With my injuries, people cannot immediately recognize I have a traumatic brain injury. They are offended when I do not remember their name or other facts our incredible brain remembers.<i> </i>. The facts we do not realize we remember so easily. </span><i style="color: #222222;">I am sorry, I know you have told me the name of your sister's brother-in-law's cousin's hairdresser's dog five hundred times, but it is not going to stay in this brain of mine. </i><span style="color: #222222;">Okay, that was an extreme example. Here's a better example: One night I was with the sisters in my house, I was the only one who could drive, we were leaving the hospital. Our Mission Mother/Mission Nurse told me to drive to the pharmacy. I drive home and completely forget that I was supposed to stop at the pharmacy after I unlocked the door. Twenty minutes later I get a phone call, "Did you get lost?" "Lost? No." "Where are you?" "At our apartment?" "Oh, the pharmacy closes in ten minutes." I had completely forgotten in the 5 minutes it takes me to drive home and drop the sisters off at the house.</span></span><br />
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<i style="color: #222222;"> </i><span style="color: #222222;">For one to understand what I go through on a daily basis, they would have to experience the exact same situation. They can read my blog posts, they can read the chapters of my book, but they will never fully understand or realize how devastating this accident is to me. If I were injured like that, if I lost a leg, I would still know who I was. I would know what it means to be Morgan. </span><span style="color: #222222;"> Today is the day I put this lovely accident behind me. I am just another average 21-year-old girl. As much as that kills me to say "average" I will because I am alive and am grateful for that.</span><span style="color: #222222;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I opened my mission call in 2012 and was scared to death to speak Tahitian, I read a quote by Richard G Scott, personalized it, now it is my constant reminder of WHY I am who I am now: </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> I am blessed to be able to know that our life here on Earth is just a tiny stepping stone to a much better place, a place with a fantastic view. This knowledge is the strength I need to get past the bad days and welcome in the “tomorrows” with a smile and open arms. In order to progress, we must learn and grow and work. That is what God wants for us, that is why He does not keep us from feeling the negative emotions, preventing bad things from happening, or simply giving us all of our wants we ask for. God is working, He is working so we may understand what He wants for us. When God appeared to Moses, He told Moses, “Behold this is my work and my glory-to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” This scriptures is one of my favorites because it helps us understand why we are here, who God is, and what He wants from us. What does that mean?</span></div>
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Have you wondered what eighteen months living in Tahiti would look like? This is what it looked like through my perspective. </div>
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Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-61122385148752740522015-02-19T09:34:00.003-08:002015-02-19T09:34:51.886-08:00My Homecoming Video<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My cute sister Kenzie made this video of my homecoming... I guess a month later I'll watch it again. Tomorrow or Saturday I'll throw up a video of my mission in review. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Take this story that came from the New Yorker: "<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19.6px;">In March of 1985, Clive Wearing, an eminent English musician and musicologist in his mid-forties, was struck by a brain infection – a herpes encephalitis – affecting especially the parts of his brain concerned with memory. He was left with a memory span of only seconds – the most devastating case of amnesia ever recorded."</span></span> </div>
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We’re going to crack open our Bibles here. Go find it.
Wipe off the dust. Can’t find
it? Goodness, download this app <a href="https://www.lds.org/pages/mobileapps/apple?lang=eng" target="_blank">for apple</a> or <a href="https://www.lds.org/pages/mobileapps/android?lang=eng" target="_blank">for android</a> and then
you will never lose it again, and you’ll be free of allergies because the
chances of your phone getting as dusty as that book over there are pretty
slim. open, or click, to <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/ot/gen/19" target="_blank">Genesis 19.</a></div>
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AH, the story of Lot.
What’s going down here? Lot is
living in Sodom, it’s a pretty wicked place.
(No, not wicked in the “that’s so awesome” sense of the word. Wicked as in evil.) Wicked to the point The Lord says, “If I find
in Sodom fifty righteous within the city, then I will spare all the place for
their sakes.” If he could find fifty
people the city would be spared, but fifty righteous people were not to be
found. He says, forty-five. No. Forty.
No. Twenty-five. No.
Twenty. No. There were not even twenty people in the
whole city who were righteous in the Lord’s eyes. Because of the wickedness of the citizens Lot
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“Escape for they life… look not behind thee…” </div>
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Okay, the Lord is telling them to get out of the city or
they’re going to be a part of a nice barbeque.
Lot and his family do not want to be rotisserie-d so they start
leaving. The Lord specifically says not
to look back (key phrase here people, do not look back), but Lot’s wife must
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She looked back and
was turned into a pillar of salt. She
looked back. She wanted to go back. She wished her family had not of left all of her gold, jewels, and precious things.
Moving onward to a land she does not know, to a place where she is’t comfortable
is scary. Lot’s wife was scared. What would happen to her when she didn't have
all her girlfriends around to sip herbal tea, discuss the latest Kardashian scandal, and cry over chick flicks with?
How would she make do without her favorite little restaurant? She did not want to move away from these
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That is the key to this infamous Bible story. Like all Biblical stories there is a lesson
to be learned and we need to implement it into our lives. We cannot look back at the past and long for
it. I do that. I will stand on top of a mountain and yell it
to the world I am Lot’s wife occasionally.
It is simple for me to look back and WISH I hadn't of done this, WISH I
could remember this, and a million other WISHES. </div>
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I wish I hadn't have left my house December 13, 2013. I wish I would have stayed at the chapel that
night. It stretched as far as the point
of wishing I had never served a mission. All of these thoughts came in the
darkest moments of the recovery of my accident. </div>
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How did these thoughts change the situation I was in? They
don't. Wishing I hadn't of been a
victim of a hit-and-run did not change the fact that it had already happened.
No amount of wishing would bring my memory back. No amount of wishing will make anyone feel
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Wishing is another form of regret. When we wish we would have, could have, or we
should have, we <i>are</i> Lot’s wife. We are longingly looking back to a time we
cannot change. The only thing we can
change is the present. By our actions
here in the present, we are then able to control our future. We are able to have a future free of the
could/would/should haves. I am moving on
with my life. I still have a life, I am
still alive, and God is letting me do whatever I want to do with my life. I am free.
Here, I am not known as the “Miraculous of Tahiti” and surrounded by
people asking for my autograph. Here I
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I am at a point in my post-accident life where I can sit
back and: “Remember Lot’s wife.” She
longingly looked back to her old life and did not look forward to the better
life God had prepared for her. Looking back and wishing for the past to change
is easy. Looking forward and seeing a
better future God has prepared because of the past is hard. This is hands down one of the hardest things
someone can do. It takes a lot of
faith. That is what Lot’s wife lacked,
faith. She could not see God; she could
not see where He was going to take her and her faith vanished. She looked
back. I am done looking back. That was <b><i>yesterday</i></b>.</div>
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XXo, </div>
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Mo</div>
Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-79371137426315377702015-02-01T16:29:00.001-08:002015-02-01T16:29:49.773-08:00How About Dem Patriots?<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdIyfJ7LiBoVRt_Q6KgqH0ueCByaviMmxaVyG9sqdWtVbdD9lsjMHAKzH42VLyN8jAJsJ2UQjHRjo4dFaCyM7R1hcq8SfJo_gwuxAAANIDDbOYSmkKD0GnaOdFBRWNQqVRpkBcy1U22OR/s640/blogger-image--399519739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdIyfJ7LiBoVRt_Q6KgqH0ueCByaviMmxaVyG9sqdWtVbdD9lsjMHAKzH42VLyN8jAJsJ2UQjHRjo4dFaCyM7R1hcq8SfJo_gwuxAAANIDDbOYSmkKD0GnaOdFBRWNQqVRpkBcy1U22OR/s640/blogger-image--399519739.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hello Sunny Beaches of California!</div>Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199351995761189199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-70659471208133086102015-01-06T04:49:00.001-08:002015-01-21T14:53:12.316-08:00Last P-Day<div style="text-align: center;">
It has finally come...</div>
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I refuse to cry anymore today, so this will be very short. </div>
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I love my mission. I am going to miss the people here so much. (this is when the tears start) All will be well. That's what I keep telling myself. All will be well. </div>
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I love you!</div>
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Oh, my homecoming is on <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1805528010" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">Jan 18th at 11am</span></span></span>. Come see me!</div>
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Love, </div>
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p.s. I TAUGHT 10 LESSONS <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1805528011" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">ON SATURDAY</span></span></span>!!! That's a record. Be proud of us. :) :)</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black;">I really wish our ward parties would look like this. . . Because when we have ward parties on the beach "Soeur Mo" (yeah, that's what everyone calls me) gets to play "Follow Mo" with all the little kids. Follow Soeur Mo looks a bit like this: </span></div>
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We did the beach dance together. I had way too much fun. Granted I couldn't go surfing, but that didn't stop the members from trying really hard to get me into the water. BUT! I did follow the mission rule and I only went in up to my knees. </div>
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I also took a much needed nap on the beach. I got a bit a sun. One day I won't be completely pasty white. </div>
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This week is McCall's birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRAZY CHICKEN! It is also Soeur Anzi's birthday so I made a speculoos cheesecake. We, in the United States, miss out on some of the greatest food ever. I love speculoos. It's a bit like gingerbread, but a million times better. I used the cookies to make a cheesecake!</div>
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So, this is where I almost died. As I was making the cheesecake I asked my dear companion to go turn on the oven so it can warm up. She went and "turned" it on. I asked if is she lit it with a match. Nope. I went over, turned off the gas to let it air out so I could actually light it and went back to stirring my cheesecake. </div>
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I told Soeur Anzi to turn on the gas a bit and light a match. I went to demonstrate how to light the oven and BOOM. Yes. . . We had a slight explosion in our house. I no longer have hair on my right forearm/hand. Soeur Anzi started screaming and I sat there laughing. I probably should not have been laughing, we almost dies, but it was so funny. That's always my first reaction, to laugh. Of course this would happen to me. It was funny. </div>
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Do you like my shades? I've been wearing them 24/7 because guess what? The Chikungunya affects the eyes too! My poor eyes are much better now, don't worry. I'm not even wearing my shades today.</div>
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I have something important to tell all of you. . . </div>
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!</div>
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I'll be home in 23 days. </div>
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I had my last fireside last night. It was in PAEA, where I had my accident. There were over 350 people at this fireside. I didn't even know that many people lived in Paea! It was a fantastic way to celebrate the anniversary of my accident and to say goodbye to my family in Paea. I was also able to see one of my miracles!</div>
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As we are approaching the one year mark, I went back and read Morgan's last letter to me. I had been asking her for the past couple weeks prior for the scripture she wanted to be printed on her plaque at church. It took her a couple weeks but this last letter before her accident she let me know what is was to be:</div>
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Moroni 7:33&37 "Christ hath said: if ye will have faith in me ye shall have power to do whatsoever thing is expedient in me"......For it is by Faith that miracles are wrought; and it is by faith that angels appear and minister unto men; wherefore, if these things have ceased wo be unto the children of men, for it is because of unbelief, and all is vain. </div>
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Morgan has had great faith this past year and so have we. We have seen many miracles that have helped Morgan and blessed our family a long the way. I have an unwavering testimony of this gospel. I am so grateful and feel so blessed. We all face difficult trials in our lives. I hope those who are struggling right now will remember this scripture. I refer back to it often. </div>
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Now, here is Morgan's letter she wrote on Monday before her accident. She was so excited about being able to attend the temple on Friday in Tahitian and also the ward Christmas party in her ward that evening. She was able to attend the Temple but was hit a few hours later. </div>
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The rain was pounding on the roof. I was sleeping away, dreaming in French, and enjoying the precious hours of sleep I have. That when I heard it. I, groggily, woke up wondering what the sound could be. As I turned my head to the left, nothing. As I turned my head to the right. BAM! </div>
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Pananche, our favorite feline friend, was purring away, feeling pretty sneaky for jumping through my window and sleeping on my pillow all night long. </div>
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*sigh* This cat. I found it sleeping on our table. Our washing machine. In our Attic. And basically everywhere. It's the most annoying animal in the world. </div>
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Other than that our nights have been pretty uneventful. Thankfully. We live in a very safe, very quiet neighborhood. Right next door to the Protestant Church. I'll probably only be staying here for another 3 weeks. Which, as happy as I am to get out of here, is slightly depressing. 6 months is a long time. You get really close to families and investigators in that amount of time, but we move on. And I'll be coming back. </div>
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Why will I be coming back? Well. We have three INCREDIBLE couples we're teaching. 2 of which will be baptised Christmas day. The only is still working on the Word of Wisdom. And... Sœur Moli and I promised them this week we'll be at their temple sealing. So. TAHITI HERE I COME! Again. Later on. For a wedding. And to tear up those waves. </div>
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Speaking of waves. Sœur Moli and I hit up the end of Tahiti for our last p-day. We were able to see a nice bit of Papeari and went down to the beach where they have the national surfing compétitions. Unfortunately those are in July... But it was still pretty cool. The black sand, and McDonalds run made it even better. ;) </div>
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I got mail this week! I'd love to know why I can get mail from Japan, before America. (Elder Rogers is the best! Japanese mail!) </div>
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AND!! WE GOT REESE'S PEANUT BUTTER CUPS! I can't explain how long it's been since I've eaten one of those little babies. :) Yes, I know I look really tired. Let me explain myself. We had a 6 hour long weekly planning session last night. It was fantastic. I loved it. Sœur Moli and I are going to be friends for a very long time. And yes, my eye looks a tad swollen. I almost poked it out with a metal pole. But there's no damage to the eye, just the eye lid. And yes. That is a helmet tan line for my hair. And Yes. I love Utah State. And yes. I've gained weight. But guess what? I LOVE MY MISSION! And that's all that matters!</div>
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V and J. Are our best friends. We're with them everyday, and they are so READY to get married and baptized. Want to know a secret? The gospel changes families. It changes couples. The 2nd lesson with V was terrible. Why? Well we got there and she was crying. J had left the house after an argument with their baby and wouldn't answer his phone. She was worried sick. We talked to her a little bit and then we asked her if she had prayed for him to come back. She hadn't. She asked me to say the pray for us. Right as we finished the pray his car pulled up. The next day, he finally accepted the lessons. And now, I've never seen a more unified couple here in Tahiti. They read the Book of Mormon everyday. They pray everyday. And they are incredible. I am going to miss them. </div>
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We had another miracle this week. We're teaching another couple. T and L. T is a member inactive, and L is SUPER catholic. We started heading over to teach T and see if he needed anything. Each time we'd come over he would have to BEG L to come listen to us. She was not interested at all. We invited them to come to the temple with us. </div>
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Moral of these stories? The spirit changes hearts. Prayer changed J. And the incredible feeling in the garden of the temple changed L immediately. It's nothing we did. We're here to help them understand what they feel, but we ABSOLUTELY can not change a person. We can't make them have the desire to pray or to read or to get baptized. BUT. The spirit can, if they're open enough to listen. That is what is incredible about this work. It's not our work. It is really, truly, the Lord's work. </div>
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I want you all the sterotypical missionary stories you have heard. What "Horror" stories have you heard? Start listing them now! Pull up a new email, write down the missionary horror stories you have heard/lived and email it to <a href="mailto:morgan.taylor@myldsmail.net" target="_blank"><span style="color: #1155cc;">morgan.taylor@myldsmail.net</span></a> RIGHT NOW!</div>
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On a blustery day, with no lessons planned, my extremely sick companion, Soeur Anzi, and I wandered into a small neighborhood in hope of finding a new person to talk to. As we entered, we met two very large dogs, gave them a loving pat, and continued walking. As we unsuccessfully left the neighborhood, our two new friends, the dogs, followed us. 30 seconds later I had a nice new, red tattoo of the teeth of a dog on my hand. I was bit by a dog. </div>
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Speaking of tattoos! We were walking to go teach a lesson when we spotted our investigator with a large group of people. We went to go see what was going on. That was when I was offered a free tattoo. It was a tattoo party. There was a long line of people waiting to get tattoos. Including a 7-year-old girl. I successfully convinced her NOT to get a tattoo. </div>
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That was when her 14-year-old sister offered me a smoke of her cigarette. I was very tempted to say yes, take the whole pack, and throw it into the middle of the ocean. That is when a 15-year-old girl told her that members of our church do not smoke. I started talking to her about the church and I asked her how old her little brother was that she was holding. Nope. Not her little brother. It was her 4-month-old son. </div>
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After all this, we went to a dinner appointment. Finally, food! I was talking to the non-member grandpa about his latest hospital stay. I made the mistake of asking why he was in the hospital. He said because I had an operation right here, he stood up, and dropped his pants so he could show me much more than I wanted to ever see. Thanks Papi, but I did NOT want to see that. </div>
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Oh, I'll be home on <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_236686348" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">January 14th</span></span></span>! My flight lands in SLC around <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_236686349" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">6:30pm</span></span></span>. I hope to see you all there!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-25714046983605015842014-11-17T16:36:00.000-08:002015-01-21T14:54:09.356-08:00Kiss The Fish......I'd like to introduce you to my doppelganger. This is dealing Soeur Stansty. I feel for this poor girl. She is getting stopped and people are saying, "Soeur Taylor! How are you feeling!!" Um.. Not Soeur Taylor. I guess we do look similar. We're both blonde. She is, however, much more tan than I am (the curse of being in a car). But, if my hair were at its normal length, we could probably pass as fraternal twins. What do you think?<br />
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Everyday I see a miracle. Look at food! We eat it, and our body turns it into energy. This week I saw a big one. A few weeks ago I let a member download my newstory off my 500gb hard drive. BAD. IDEA. Insert extremely deadly virus here. EXTREMELY DEADLY. For weeks I have felt so sick because I could not open a single file. That is where all my pre-accident mission pictures are. I could not open them. I was sick. My soul hurt. I was wallowing in self-anguish to Soeur Anderson, she works in the mission office, one day about it. What did she tell me? "Go talk to "R"over at the Church Office. He fixed my computer, maybe he can fixed your hard drive." So, skeptically I went. Skeptic, yet full of hope. I loaded up my "bag o' virus" (Yes, I literally wrote, Le Sac du Virus on the bag, complete with a skull and crossbones) and went to the church office to grovel... What happened? </div>
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Yeah... It's not Christmas without Snow. IT IS SNOWING IN TAHITI!! I made dozens of snowflakes and taped them around the house. You can only do so much studying within one week... </div>
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This is Mia. She is 4 years old. We are now best friends. She is incredible. After my accident the members were asked to pray for me, she reminded her family every morning and night to say a prayer for me. I love her. I am so thankful for the prayers everyone said for me. Most importantly for the faith everyone had. Go read Moroni <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2140276913" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">7:33</span></span></span> and 37. It is only by faith that miracles can happen. If we didn't have faith, today, I would not be here on this Earth. </div>
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It was Halloween this week!! For those of you who know me well, you know that Halloween is my favorite holiday. Big time. I dress up every year, usually I'm an evil witch doctor, but this year (and last year) I didn't have my costume. So I made do. </div>
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Nope. I refuse to think about that. My mission will never end. At least, my mission started in 2012, and it's going to end in 2015. Actually, my mission is never going to end. I may not get to wear my shiny, black name tag all the time, but my shiny, black name tag will be in my heart. I will always be a missionary. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748141695319376017.post-5427574842529349162014-10-28T18:57:00.002-07:002015-01-21T14:54:34.320-08:00Because of Love.....<div style="text-align: center;">
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Why? Well, so there is an island I have always wanted to serve on called Maupiti. The missionaries and members would like me to go there and do a fireside. I asked President last week if there was anyway I could go. And, He told me I could go if I find a way to pay for my ticket. So, insert the "Fund to Send Soeur Taylor to Maupiti" fundraiser here. It is about 300 dollars, but I will accomplish this lifelong goal. .....Editors note:) The "Fund to Send Soeur Taylor to Maupiti" was quickly met and she will be going the end of November:).....</div>
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I LOVE HER TO DEATH. Her name is Soeur Anzi, she was born in Africa, but lives in Paris now. She is basically my twin, and we do crazy good work together. Yesterday in 3 hours we did more work than what I have done in one week my whole second half of my mission. It is safe to say, I am very happy. We also go running in the mornings. We run to the cemetery. </div>
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We also go our car back, no worries. Because the accident wasn't my fault I am allowed to drive again. Life is good. </div>
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What did I learn this week? Love. Love is important. That should be our only motive. Why do something to hurt/annoy someone? We do everything because we love it. Why do we work? Well, so I can pay for school. Why go to school? Because I want to learn. I love learning. Also, so I can get a good job later on in life. Why is it important to have a good job? So I can help pay for the things my family needs. Why do that? Because I love my family. Therefore, I am working because of Love.</div>
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(Quick! my lovely sisters, hold your breath! I'm in a cemetery!) ......Editors Note, again:) Morgans sisters always made her hold her breath when they ever drove by a cemetery:) The girlies like this photo!!</div>
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God loves us. He gives us everything because he loves us. I sit here sometimes and think, do I love my neighbors? Do I show my love for them? Hey, here I love complete strangers. In fact, I love them to the point I go to the hospital multiple times a week and talk to the patients. </div>
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The very first person I spoke to in the hospital a few weeks ago was a member. She was the first lady to ask for me to come see her. I am very close with her family. I went and saw her <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_411234964" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">Saturday</span></span></span> night, we had a good chat and laughed a bit. She told me she was going to be at the airport when I leave to go home. I told her I would be back to see her at <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_411234965" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">5pm on Sunday</span></span></span>. My dear friend, "V" passed away at 4pm yesterday. I miss her. Death is an odd thing. We think of it as a bad thing, but it is a wonderful thing. It should be joyus. She is leaving this world, she no longer has her cancer, and she is back with God. We are sad because we miss her. We are sad because we are not with her. We are sad because we love her. But I am also happy she is now able to be free from this terrible disease called cancer, but I am sad because I cannot see her. Because I was one hour too late to say goodbye one last time. </div>
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Last night we went with the Elders in our zone. They had a nice taste of my life. My experience is incredible. I walk into a room, it does not matter if it is a room of a member or not, and the patient sees me and starts crying. They tell the Elders, "Thank you for bringing Soeur Taylor to see me. I think about her and her story everyday. She gives me hope." *okay, i'm crying as I type this*</div>
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We got in a car crash. But don't worry, the doctor said my skin may go back to normal in a couple of years. </div>
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The car crash... In the lovely roundabout. The car on the inside lane made an illegal lane change/exit without signalling and was about to t-bone us. I swerved as far as I safely could, so only the front of the car was mangled. It's safe to say, I never want to see cars again in my life.</div>
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As for my skin... Since I have been back here these strange brown spots are appearing all over my hands and arms and are not going away. I showed Soeur Warner (My mission mother and the nurse) and she took me to see the doctor. What are the brown spots? Well....</div>
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Apparently I am allergic to a specific pollen that burns my skin. Then, once the burns get UV from the sun they are tattooed brown. Yes. I am getting tattooed on my mission. I feel pretty cool. Basically living in a hospital for multiple months means your body is not very happy when strange substances come in contact with your skin. No, there's no clue as to what kind of pollen. No, I don't even touch flowers. </div>
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In my zone, I am the only Sister from the United States in it. Crazy!</div>
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Yesterday we had a zone meeting with Elder Gifford Nielsen of the first quorum of the 70. (yes, the NFL Quarterback) It was incredible. We also saw a Studio-C worthy "sketch" of President Bize and Elder Nielsen. They were pretending they were in a Companionship Inventory. That's basically when you sit down and you're supposed to discuss the strengths of your companion and then how you two can work better together. (Usually it's just a "I hate that you do this and this") Best. Presentation. Ever! </div>
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I realized I have been forgetting to tell you what I learned each week! Silly me! Well, this is what I learned this week, or more on what I contemplated.</div>
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We have the freedom to choose how we feel. That is the first blessing (aside from our body) God gave us. Free agency. He told Adam and Eve they were free to choose. We are also free to choose. We can choose to have liberty and joy. Nobody can force you to feel miserable. It is yourself who decides you're a) sad b) upset c) miserable. </div>
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Our PHYSICAL WELL-BEING: (Work outs I can do in a 4x4 square balcony are appreciated). Are we Wise? Are we reading from the best books? (you better not be reading the garbage of the world of literature.) </div>
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Our MENTAL WELL-BEING: Are you happy? If not, CHANGE THAT. You can change that. What are you missing in order to be happy? </div>
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I am going to make sure all five of these areas have the same strength this week, I want to be happy. This is the key to true happiness. The happiness that lasts an eternity. </div>
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