Saturday, June 22, 2013
We Thank Thee In The Long Run For Chicken Fajitas 6-20-13
Elder Johnson, a servant of the Lord, by the will of God. To my family, my dearly beloved family: Joy, hope, charity and peace.
Paper letter the first...
The dinner we ate last night was SO good,
6:00 a.m. we went to play sports with the zone...( you may need to edit this for delicate audiences) a troubling thing started to happen... chicken fajita gas was...um...kicking out of both ends.
7:00 a.m. we are home, both of us were feeling rather sick.
12:00 p.m. we were in bad shape...i.e... RATHER SICK
We received counsel from El Presidente to rest, and so we came home and napped with much caution.
2:00 p.m. bodily evidence it was clear we were going nowhere.
Evening... I felt determined to make it to our lessons, but my poor companion wasn't moving he seemed to be worse off so I found someone to go with, Elder T--- a kind and good teacher and another man from the ward.
I realized I could ask these men for a blessing. For a moment that stands in bold, I wondered if it would help. I then realized all the miracles and blessings I have felt, I was called by a prophet, I would be healed, I knew that by the spirit and I fixed it in my mind with all the determination my blond eyebrows could muster from the Holy Ghost. I knew that by faith we are blessed. Receiving revelation is easy. Believing and acting on it is the hardest part. That is, we are blessed with free will, and we are given time to see how we use it.
They blessed me, and though I was still burping fajita, I was able to make it to the lesson.
All our trials can be for our gain. This morning I was reading "Our Heritage", I was quite surprised that as I was reading I honestly began to cry. I was reading about the mobs, the massacres, and I remember thinking, "What Infamous Cowardice!"
I don't normally speak as if I were a 90 year old, but this morning, as my companion was sleeping, I cried on my reading chair.
Now, I'll admit this may be a stretch or sound really stupid, but those fajitas (Or the blessing from the trial of the fajitas) ended up giving me a strong testimony of the Lord's hand in His people's life.
I love my family so much. Thank you Brynn & Davis for the letters, Thank you Bruce! Thank you Eliza! Thank you Alida! I love you SO much! Thank you Zac, I reread that pink letter! Thank you Mom & Dad - you have blessed my life from the beginning! Send a thanks to Uncle Mike and Aunt Roxanne!
p.s. I've noticed that generally Washington drivers are the worst. But then I moved to Utah, and they were the worst. Las Vegas follows this pattern as does Boston and Lousiana.
I think this is less about geography and more about the fact that everyone else is an idiot. ;)
*editors note...no date on letter, but best guess- written on or about 6-15-13 received in mail 6-21-13)