Drága mindenki,
Well,
Attached are the pictures.
Both T and H got baptized and it was pretty beautiful. (And by pretty beautiful, I mean an absolute mind-blowing-miracle that was a testimony to me that God loves His children and wants them to be happy. So, yeah. Pretty beautiful haha).
I cried like a baby (but only after no one was looking--in the true Carle fashion).
I don't know what else I can really say other than I loved my mission. It was freaking hard. I cried a lot, (and not always the cry-because-your-investigators-are-getting baptized kinda cry---if you get what I'm saying haha) I grew even more. I learned a lot about my life. Who I am. Where I'm going. Why we love people. Why we feel so much. Most of all, I learned a lot about my relationship with my Savior, Jesus Christ. And honestly, that was the most painful part. But, of course, that was also the most worthwhile part. And if there's one thing I always want to remember from my mission, it's that. And if there's one thing I want you all to know about me after my mission, even if it's only just one thing, it's that I know Jesus Christ is my Savior. And I know He suffered for each of us. And that's why we do what we do. Even when the going gets rough.
And, well, I guess it's really the end. I can't really think of how I want to phrase this, or how I want to try and explain what an enormous impact those last two baptisms had on my life---or even the enormous impact of everyone that I've been able to meet out here over the past year and a half has had on my life. So, instead, (in order to prove just how much and how little I've changed;) I choose to end by echoing the sentiment of one of my all-time favorite quotes.
In the infamous last words of a tired tenth Doctor right before he's replaced with the spry, young Matt Smith; after he's had his share of companions, after he's had his share of journeys on the wibbley-wobbly time-warp, and after he's said all the goodbyes to be said, he looks directly into the viewer's eyes and says:
"I don't want to go."
But, honestly, I'm ready to. And it's time. And holy crap, do I miss you guys.
Catcha on the flipside, friends and family! Can't wait to hug you all :)
And, as always, if I'mma end this with anything you best believe I'mma end it with this:
I know the Book of Mormon is true!
Love always,
Sister Carle
:)
Well,
Attached are the pictures.
Both T and H got baptized and it was pretty beautiful. (And by pretty beautiful, I mean an absolute mind-blowing-miracle that was a testimony to me that God loves His children and wants them to be happy. So, yeah. Pretty beautiful haha).
I cried like a baby (but only after no one was looking--in the true Carle fashion).
I don't know what else I can really say other than I loved my mission. It was freaking hard. I cried a lot, (and not always the cry-because-your-investigators-are-getting baptized kinda cry---if you get what I'm saying haha) I grew even more. I learned a lot about my life. Who I am. Where I'm going. Why we love people. Why we feel so much. Most of all, I learned a lot about my relationship with my Savior, Jesus Christ. And honestly, that was the most painful part. But, of course, that was also the most worthwhile part. And if there's one thing I always want to remember from my mission, it's that. And if there's one thing I want you all to know about me after my mission, even if it's only just one thing, it's that I know Jesus Christ is my Savior. And I know He suffered for each of us. And that's why we do what we do. Even when the going gets rough.
And, well, I guess it's really the end. I can't really think of how I want to phrase this, or how I want to try and explain what an enormous impact those last two baptisms had on my life---or even the enormous impact of everyone that I've been able to meet out here over the past year and a half has had on my life. So, instead, (in order to prove just how much and how little I've changed;) I choose to end by echoing the sentiment of one of my all-time favorite quotes.
In the infamous last words of a tired tenth Doctor right before he's replaced with the spry, young Matt Smith; after he's had his share of companions, after he's had his share of journeys on the wibbley-wobbly time-warp, and after he's said all the goodbyes to be said, he looks directly into the viewer's eyes and says:
"I don't want to go."
But, honestly, I'm ready to. And it's time. And holy crap, do I miss you guys.
Catcha on the flipside, friends and family! Can't wait to hug you all :)
And, as always, if I'mma end this with anything you best believe I'mma end it with this:
I know the Book of Mormon is true!
Love always,
Sister Carle
:)