Sorry that I don´t
have any new pictures but literally I have been spending the last 4 hours
trying to find a computer to write and finally we found a place that is open. Sometimes
here in Paraguay people just don´t feel like working and so everything just
shuts down. I don´t like it. But you all will be graced in this moment with a
poem slash story that is penned by the famous Elder Beatty
I am a missionary
Six thirty the alarm
sounds off. I get onto my knees to pray,
I feel like I was just
doing the same thing, but after a long, hard yesterday
The prayer is finished
my day is looking to be great
Because I know the Lord
and I have some miracles to make.
Next we have our exercises,
they won´t end up being too rough
Until I look down and
notice the large roundness of my gut.
I get out a good
amount of pushups and a pathetic group of crunches
And I make the same
promise I made before, to hold back on the munchies.
With the exercises
done and my obedience complete
Now comes my favorite
part, when the shower and I get to share a nice treat.
I turn on the water
and wait for the steam to show
But it doesn’t come.
It looks like the hot shower is a ´No Go´.
I jump in and out
shivering and yelling like a girl
I think ´´someday I
will have that hot shower even if I have to kill´´
In the end all is well
and I am squeaky clean
I get dressed and put
on my tie; a glimpse of how clean it used to be is but a dream.
Seven Fifty hits I got
ten minutes to eat
I open up the fridge;
It smells of old nasty rotten meat.
I go to scan the
shelves on the door
It looks like a preboiled
egg is the choice, I couldn´t ask for more.
I kneel down to pray
to start my studies for the day
Because it’s the Spirit
that will show me the Lord´s will and way.
I scan the scriptures,
open Preach my Gospel, my heart and mind ready to learn.
I feast upon the words
of Christ and my heart begins to burn.
I learn of powerful
missionaries and how they came to be so,
Their examples and
love have helped me so much to grow.
Nine comes & me
and my comp begin to pray
Knowing that how we
study the next hour will make or break our day.
We finish up our plans
and do a practice or 2
Man I just never get
tired of the restoration, don´t you too?
Ten o’clock hits, time
to study some Spanish
Sometimes the words
roll of my tongue more like a dead fish.
Ten thirty hits and
finally it’s time to preach the gospel.
I think how lucky I am,
I don’t have to ring a doorbell.
We trudge through the
bright sunny streets
Talking to every child
of God that we just happen to meet.
My Book of Mormon is
worn and dirty, the cover is worn off,
But the words
contained within are billions of times better than what Shakespeare could have
ever thought.
We teach a few lessons
here and there looking for the chosen children of God.
Some people try to
hide, to lie, or even to dodge.
We continue working,
testifying and praying,
Because there is
someone out there who, for us, is waiting.
Finally we find them,
those people God has prepared.
Those who are humble
and have faith beyond compare.
We teach the gospel of
the lamb, with power and authority we testify.
The spirit touches
them and we see a light of hope come into their eyes.
We leave the lesson
flying on a spiritual high
All we can do is smile
as we leave the house saying goodbye.
We open up our agendas
with a miracle to write,
In that moment the sun
has never shined so bright.
We look at our
schedule to see what’s next on our plate
Then with a feeling of
horror we realize that we are late.
We begin to run, the
people all around us staring in a gaze,
Ya I know I should run
in the Olympics, but those were the good ol days
Ya I’m sure it is a strange
sight to see
2 dudes in ties
running as if they’ve got somewhere to be.
We got to where we
needed to go
Huffing and puffing as
if we just participated in a P90X workout show......
We clap the house our
hopes high and our faith strong
When a little kid
comes out and tells us that his parents aren´t home.
We realize that not
everyone is prepared or ready, but will be someday
We turn, take a deep
breath and then continue on our way.
The day is over and tiredly
we crawl back to the house
Hoping that returning
we don´t find our ¨pet¨mouse.
Returning to our knees
we thank God for the miracles of that day
And again we ask the
guidance of the Spirit to come our way.
We plan for the next
day and close with a prayer
I can’t think of a
word that rhymes with prayer.
I fill records and
have 5 minutes to write the events of the day.
And then yet again I
find myself on my knees ready to pray.
I crawl into the
burning sheets and curl up into a ball
Some habits just don´t
seem to go away at all.
Sleep overtakes
reality, I dream of preaching the word.
The alarm goes off and
again I enter into the world.
For some, the mission
is the same, day after day
But for me, I like it.
That’s how I want it to stay.
This is the Lord´s
work I am His soldier faithful and strong
I know if I am an
instrument in His hands nothing can go wrong.
The gospel is true it
changes and prepares us spiritually
For that one day when
we hear the master say ¨blessed are ye, come unto me¨
I hope that you all
enjoyed this little story that I wrote. Really we can´t describe in words all
the feelings and events that happen in the normal day of a missionary, but you
can all be assured that they are feelings and experiences that not only change
us as people, but help us prepare to be men and women for eternity. I love the
mission. I really wouldn´t change this time for anything. I know why the Lord
wants 19 year old boys to preach His gospel. I love the Lord, I love my Father
in Heaven, and I love you all too. I hope this story touched you. I hope you
all have a super fantastic week and just keep swimming. haha
Rohayhu
PARAGUAY.......
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Elder Beatty
Elder Beatty