Wednesday, December 27, 2017

MTC Week 6: Next Stop, Houston!

It's been a rough week and a rough time at the MTC so this email is going to be short, but I'm glad for the experience it's been and for the things I've learned. I fly out on Monday to go to Houston with six elders (I'm the only sister coming in that day) and I'm so excited to learn even more as I teach God's message to His Spanish-speaking children. My Spanish isn't stellar yet, I still have a hard time waking up in the morning, and I'm scared about driving again. But I know that this work is of God, and I know that as I exercise my faith in Him by taking one step forward at a time, He will bless me with words in my mouth and happiness in my heart despite all the trials I face. 

I got a blessing of comfort this week.  I've been stressed out with everything that's been going on with Hermana Lund, and thinking about having to drive again, and feeling inadequate in my calling. I asked Elder Jensen to give the blessing, and he and I didn't even talk about what was stressing me and what I needed help with before hand, but as he opened his mouth, the Spirit gave him the words to say.  Earlier this week I wrote in my journal that I was scared "that in two weeks I'll be driving again in an unfamiliar area" because the last time I drove around an unfamiliar area I had a panic attack and had to pull into a parking lot to calm myself down.  In the blessing, Elder Jensen said "Megan, the Lord knows that you are about to be in unfamiliar territory and He wants you to know that in those foreign places, He will be there to be familiar to you."  I'm so grateful to be surrounded by such worthy priesthood holders who can exercise their priesthood power and their faith to speak the words of the Spirit, and I'm grateful that I can always have God's guiding hand with me, even in things that might seem trivial, like being afraid of driving.



I've had a lot of eye-opening spiritual experiences this week, but one of the most important things I've learned was through Hermana Lund and all that she's been going through. Her parents came and got her last night and so I have a new companion and Co-STL.  On Sunday, I asked for an interview with my Branch President to talk about how I could feel less stressed and frustrated with this situation.  I've been feeling like I'm failing in my job as a missionary because Hermana Lund and I were missing classes and studies for doctor's appointments and breakdowns.  I love her and all I've wanted to do was support her and help her through this, but I'm also here to serve the Lord in all that He asks me to do, and I haven't been sure how to do both, or how to do one and still feel fulfilled in the other.
In our interview, my Branch Pres told me that my purpose as a missionary isn't to learn Spanish or to read 4 chapters of the Book of Mormon every day.  It's not to attend every class and plan every exact minute of my day.  It's not even to teach people.  My purpose as a missionary is to love, help, and support the children of God.  And whether that means answering the questions of an investigator, or sitting in the waiting room of a doctor's office for the third time in one week, I'm still doing the Lord's work.

One of my favorite things about being able to serve a mission so far is learning how to change my perspective on things.  I've always thought I was pretty good at trusting in the Lord and trying to see things from His point of view, but I'm learning every day how to be better and I'm noticing that every time I think I've mastered something, Heavenly Father throws it into my life in a way I've never seen before.  I love having this opportunity to mold and shape myself to become what He wants me to.  The beauty of conversion is that it's an ongoing process. You're never really done, whether you're newly baptized or the Prophet of the church. I thought I knew that before I came here, but it's different to live it.  I'm so grateful for this opportunity to serve and for the support I get from all of you.  I know this gospel is true and restored.  I know the power of the Book of Mormon because I can see it and God's guiding hand in my life every day, especially now.  To all my friends on this list that don't have a knowledge of that, I encourage you to read the Book of Mormon, even if it's just a little bit.  It has changed my life and continues to change it every time I open it up. 

Thank you everyone for your love, prayers, and support. My next email will be from warmer weather! ❤

-Hermana Thunell

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

MTC Week 5: Sometimes God Has To Burn Your House Down To Bring You Back To Him

"Sometimes God has to burn your house down to bring you back to Him..."

That's a saying I write in a lot of my notebooks and it's definitely something I've needed this past week, but didn't remember until the devotional last night. 

Hermana Lund's heart problems have been getting worse. We went to the cardiologist last week and they gave her another heart monitor to wear for a week and she's getting an ultrasound on her heart tomorrow to see if there's something structurally wrong. On Monday she was having heart palpitations during our in-field orientation class which left her feeling exhausted and kind of out of it.  I decided we should go back to the room and let her lay down for a bit, but I had to get my stuff from the classroom first, so we walked all the way to the classroom and then back to our room.  By the time we got back, I was feeling kind of irritated with her because she wouldn't tell me what she needed and she would shoot down my ideas when all I wanted to do was help her.  I flopped on my bed when we got back, ready to pull out my scriptures and ignore her for a bit until she was feeling better, when all of a sudden I heard a thud!  I looked down and she was laying on the ground.  I called her name once, thinking she was just messing around, but when she didn't respond I jumped down and called her name again.  She didn't respond again.  Thankfully all of our other hermanas were in the room with us, and thankfully I remembered Hermana Lund had the STL phone in her pocket, so while one of us held her as she came to and started crying, I grabbed the phone from her pocket and called for help.

Only two of us were allowed to go with her as security wheeled her across campus to the clinic and I was shaking as we waited while they took her back to check up on her.  I didn't start crying though until about 20 minutes later when the door to the clinic flew open and our elders rushed in, out of breath from sprinting from the complete opposite side of the campus as soon as they heard what had happened. We all gathered together and knelt in the corner of the clinic to say a prayer for Hermana Lund.

We still don't know what's wrong, but she was fine and hasn't had any bad episodes since then. The MTC doctors are sure it's anxiety and are sending her home this weekend after her doctor's appointment for her heart. We've both been sad and frustrated about it, and of course we don't understand why this is happening, but that's where my little saying comes in:

"Sometimes God has to burn your house down to bring you back to Him."

We watched a video in our devotional last night about the Provo Tabernacle burning down, and then being rebuilt as the Provo City Center Temple.  It made me remember this saying that I adopted in Alabama after seeing some of the crazy ways God encourages us to reevaluate our lives and come back to Him.  I've been thinking about that in relation to Hermana Lund's situation since then.  Maybe what we see as God burning her down while she's at her finest is actually His way of realigning her plan to match His, preparing her to be rebuilt as something better than she was before.  It makes me feel better to think about it that way. 

I've been praying this week, not to understand what's going on with her heart, but to have a change of my own heart and perspective, to be able to come a little closer to God's point of view of the situation. Whatever is going on, whatever the reason, I know that God has a plan for all of His children. I know He has my needs in mind and my companion's needs in mind and that He knows what He's doing. I just have to keep holding onto that as we go through this.

This probably seems like a depressing email, but it's not. It is sad that my companion has to go home, but we're both hopeful and trusting in God.

Just for a happy/interesting thought to end with:
As of this week we had about 800-900 missionaries in the MTC, one of the lowest numbers of the year for obvious reasons. The week that I came in I was in a group of over 400 incoming missionaries which was one of their biggest incoming groups of the year, making the total number of missionaries in the MTC about 1700. It's cool to be part of one of the biggest groups and one of the smallest groups in my six weeks at the MTC. Today we're getting 530 new missionaries so our numbers are about to be up again 📣 It's definitely been one of the most interesting times to be at the MTC.

-Hermana Thunell

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

MTC Week 4: The Plague

Hola!


I'm finally feeling better!  But as you can probably guess, illness in the MTC spreads like butter on toast (which I eat everyday for breakfast because it's the only thing that's edible in the mornings) Elder Smith was the first to be infected, karma for making me stay here for my companion's first outside world doctor's appointment. Next was Hermana Miller, then Hermana Gratton and Elder Jensen. By Thursday, half of our district was out of class. The Plague is still making its way around, but at least I'm finally feeling better.

No word on Hermana Lund's heart yet. We're going to a cardiologist on Thursday who will determine if she can stay or if she needs to go home for two months of heart tests. 😢
As of Sunday we're officially Sister Training Leaders, just in time to greet the newbies today! Also, thankfully I was released from my one-week-long calling as Branch Music Coordinator 🙏 so my stress level has significantly decreased this week.

Funny story of the week:
Hermana Lund and I have a goal this week to commit all three of our investigators to baptism. We had the chance to put this goal into action yesterday with our investigator Marcella (Side note: because of Marcella, I've adopted the catchphrase "Es muy wow!" 😂). Hermana Lund and I had another Hermana, Hermana Mugleston with us for the day who is much better at Spanish than we are so we were excited to have her help. I put Hermana Lund in charge of the baptismal invitation and she did so well. Her Spanish es muy wow! We set the date for January 20th and Marcella said that was a perfect amount of time and that she loved having us teach her!  We finished up and left the lesson feeling elated!  Until Hermana Mugleston informed us that we had actually invited her to THINK ABOUT being baptized, and that the date we set was for her to decide if she really wanted to be baptized. Oops. Pero esta bien, porque we have time to clarify with her in our next lesson. Hopefully this one goes as well as we thought our last one did. 😂

It seems like our spiritual theme of the week has been "Endure to the End", which is really applicable as a missionary. Sometimes it's intimidating and exhausting to think about enduring all the way to The End, but we don't always have to look at it that way. Sometimes enduring to the end just means enduring until the pain goes away, enduring for the day until you can sleep, enduring through the week when you have a cold, enduring the food until you get Chick-Fil-A on Mondays, enduring whatever dark cloud you're under until you get through it.  And the challenge isn't just to endure, but to endure faithfully.  If your faith only comes in chunks at first, that's fine.  Build it one strand of twine at a time until it's a rope, then an iron rod and a lifeline back to God.  '

One thing that's really impacted me this week is the story of the Jaredites traveling in barges to the Promised Land in Ether 6.  Verse 7 says "And it came to pass that when they were buried in the deep there was no water that could hurt them, their vessels being tight like unto a dish...therefore when they were encompassed about by many waters they did cry unto the Lord, and he did bring them forth again upon the top of the waters."  The Jaredites were probably really scared when their barges were submerged, which is why they cried unto the Lord, asking Him to bring them back to the surface, but I really like that it says that when they were submerged "there was no water that could hurt them."  Sometimes we think we are enduring well because we are praying and crying unto God, but also, sometimes we can't see that our challenges and trials are actually taking us through safer ground.  The Lord knows what He's doing; He is the wind.  Our job as we endure is to trust in Him as He guides us. 

That's my spiritual thought for the week, guys. Read Ether, it's great.

- Hermana Thunell



Wednesday, December 6, 2017

MTC Week 3: Got The Broken Heart Down, Just Need The Contrite Spirit

​​​​​​Hola!

This week in mission life my companion and I got to experience the outside world. She's been having some heart problems since coming here and so we had to go to the hospital on Monday to get her a heart monitor, and then go back the next day to return it. Monday I was sick, and by orders of the district leader was on bed rest, so I missed the first trip, but I did get to hear about this miracle: Hermana Lund and I had been preparing for our trip to the outside all weekend, plotting to bribe our driver to take us to Chick-Fil-A while we were out. Monday came around and I was too sick to go to morning class, and so our district leader appointed Hermanas Gratton and Bronder to babysit me, while Hermanas Lund and Miller went out to Hermana Lund's appointment. The bribe didn't work.  BUT while they were waiting for the shuttle to come back after the appointment, they saw that Chick-Fil-A was right across the street. So close. They both considered walking over, grabbing a nugget or two, and walking back just in time to re-board the shuttle.  But something told them not to. Once in the shuttle, Hermana Lund told Hermana Miller she had had the feeling that walking across the street was a bad idea because they might get hit by a car, and Hermana Miller said that she had felt the same thing. The two got back to the MTC just in time for dinner. We all walked to the cafeteria together, talking about our obvious lack of quality chicken, and lo and behold, the menu on the cafeteria door said: "Chick-Fil-A!" 

GOD IS SO GOOD. 

It's the little things, guys, like the fact that the new vending machine on our floor was fixed last night and can finally accept cards. Or that Hermana Bronder's MTC card hasn't been charged for anything for the past week and a half. Or that our matching MTC sweats came with a missionary discount. Tender mercies are real!  The Lord is on our side! 

In other news, on Sunday I was called as the new Branch Music Coordinator!  And just last night our branch president told Hermana Lund and I that next week we'll be the new Sister Training Leaders as well! Our district is basically running the show. And the Four Square Court 😂

Well, I think those are my highlights for the week.  It's finally snowing here which makes me even more anxious for Houston weather. The cold is probably why I'm still sick 🤒 pero esta bien, I'm getting better every day, and better at Spanish little by little. It's crazy to think that we're halfway done here! All of our English speaking friends left today.  Alabama, you have a good crop of Elders headed your way so keep an eye out for them!

One last note, I hope everyone is doing the Light The World challenge!  It's a great way to lift your day, and lift someone else's!

That's all I've got 😂 hasta luego!
Hermana Thunell

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

MTC Week 2: The Hallway Hermanas

Hola! 

Another P Day!  This week went by MUCH faster than last week. Spanish is starting to come along really well.  My companion has learned so much which is great because we have a new investigator to teach!  This teaching experience is going much better than the first. We’ve figured out how to better invite the Spirit to our lessons. It’s not by having every possible Spanish word and question and answer written down on a cheat sheet in our laps, it’s by being sincere and trusting in ourselves and in God to help us say what He wants us to.

Thanksgiving was amazing.  Elder Bednar came and spoke to us in the morning and he may be my new favorite apostle. I just love how direct and straightforward he is.  We watched a movie called Love, Kennedy in the afternoon.  It’s a little cheesy but has SUCH a good message so I suggest everyone watch it.  All of our elders were weeping by the end. Then we had a devotional with Sharon Eubank and the CEO of Feeding Children Everywhere and he has the most amazing conversion story I’ve ever heard!!  Always listen to the Spirit, guys. You never know what kind of impact you’ll have.  After the devotional we had a service project and we made over 350,000 meals!  It wasn’t Thanksgiving dinner at home, but it was definitely an amazing experience. 


In other news, Hermana Lund and I have matching sweats now 🎉🎉🎉 best purchase EVER. The sisters in our residence have started to call us “The Hallway Hermanas” because every night when we get home we chill on the couches in the hallway in front of the vending machines and eat food and talk to everyone. It’s so fun to meet people from all over the world and hear about where they’re serving. Our particular favorites are a group of Polynesian sisters that like to do group singing.  It’s like our own mini concert because they’re AMAZING.  It’s funny to see people’s faces when I tell them I’m a Poly, too. 

Today we went to the temple and that was SO GREAT.  I feel pumped up for the rest of the week now.  But that’s also partially because all the new missionaries are coming in today. There weren’t any newbies last week because of Thanksgiving so my group has been the newbies until today. My roommates decorated the room next door for the new sisters coming in and we can’t wait to meet them! 👍🏻

Overall, this week has been one of progress.  I was sitting in our lesson with our investigator yesterday thinking about how crazy it is that Hermana Lund and I can have an actual conversation in Spanish now, and not only that, but we can teach the Restoration!  Granted, it’s rough and still marred with a bit of Spanglish, but I’m amazed at the progress we’ve made together and individually. The gift of tongues is real!!  

I’m learning that exact obedience and humility are ESSENTIAL in the MTC, and while I’m struggling with things I never thought I’d struggle with, I know that God is on my side. One thing my teacher told us on the first day here was that God called us to speak Spanish because He knows that we can do it.  But it’s not through ourselves or our intelligence or our willpower that will help us to learn, it’s through Him and His divine help. 

Speaking of which, if anyone’s up for a spiritual challenge, read three of President Monson’s most recent general conference talks...A Sacred Trust, Principles and Promises, and The Power of the Book of Mormon...and look for the common theme between all of them. 
Life. Changing. 

- Hermana Thunell

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

MTC Week 1: Accomplished

Hola! 

It feels like it’s been so much longer than a week.

I guess first things first: my companion is great.  Her name is Hermana Lund, she’s from Bountiful, and she’s 6’1” 😂😂  I really didn’t think I was that short, but it seems to be unanimously agreed on that I am the smallest one in the district.  Hermana Lund and I are seriously best friends. She’s loud and crazy and so fun!  We are the fun ones in the district and everyone says they appreciate our energy.  She and I are really close with the elders (there are 5 sisters and 5 elders total in our district) especially the district leader Elder Jensen and his companion Elder Stites. We share a room with the other sisters and we all get along for the most part.

So much has happened that I definitely can’t go day by day.  The language is so much harder than I thought it’d be and most of us are really struggling with it.  But the gift of tongues is real!  Yesterday we had our fourth lesson with our first investigator (who doesn’t speak ANY English) and Hermana Lund and I were able to commit him to be baptized! Hermana Lund has never taken ANY Spanish in school or anything, or any other language so it’s AMAZING how quickly she’s picking up on everything. She’s also received six packages since we’ve been here since her family lives so close 😂 they send her contraband Dr. Pepper and ramen and Mac and cheese. They’re also sending root beer for me in their next package ❤️😭😂

Sunday was really different.  We’re in a small Spanish branch that includes all of our floor and we split up into several classrooms to meet for Priesthood and Relief Society and then all come together in a chapel style classroom for sacrament meeting. We are all asked to prepare a three minute talk every week in Spanish because we don’t know who will be called on to speak until after the sacrament has been passed. After Sacrament meeting we split for teacher training, leadership training, or study time.  Hermana Lund and I are teaching Relief Society this coming Sunday so we had to go to teacher training.  After that we have lunch, then study time, and then a Match the Message meeting which apparently used to be called Dress and Grooming. They just talk about modesty in that meeting.  More study time after that, then dinner, and then a Sunday night devotional. The devotional was good, but after it we stayed and watched a “movie”, which was really just a recording of an Elder Bednar devotional from the past, and it CHANGED MY LIFE.  In it, Elder Bednar suggested getting a copy of the scriptures, writing a question in the front of it, and then marking every scripture that answers that question as you read.  He said the goal is to have shelves of copies of scriptures by the time you’re his age so you can look back on all the spiritual journeys you’ve taken. 

I’ve been having a little trouble feeling the Spirit here. Everyone always says this is the most spiritual place, but I’ve sort of just felt numb mostly and so I’ve been trying to find ways to invite the Spirit more. A member of my branch presidency challenged me to re-read the Book of Mormon, 4 chapters a day and I had just started that on Friday so I decided to use Elder Bednar’s idea and start from the beginning with the question of “How can I invite the Spirit into my life more?”  My studies have been so much more meaningful and I love looking back on the pages I’ve read and seeing them all marked up. I’ve been feeling the spirit all the time since then, especially yesterday in our Tuesday devotional.  Gifford Nielson came to speak and brought Janice Kapp Perry because we sang the EFY Medley and the choir sang a new song that she just wrote and it was her first time hearing anyone sing it. After we all sang the EFY Medley (which was the coolest thing ever, by the way) Elder Nielson invited her to comment on it.  She walked up to the microphone and said “I’d like you all to sing that at my funeral.”  She then proceeded to talk about how much she loved Elder Nielson when he was a football player for BYU.  She even pulled a football that he had signed out of her bag and tossed it to him as proof.  We were all cracking up and Elder Nielson turned to the MTC President and essentially said “She’s going rogue! What should we do?” And the MTC President just shrugged and let her keep talking. 😂😂

My fingers are getting tired of typing... 😂 

So today is P Day, of course, and the Temple will be closed after 10am. So as a district we decided to go before then. Well, some of the other missionaries and I have appointments about our immunization records at 9am, so to make sure we would make it, we all decided to go to the earliest Temple session. Our branch presidency told us that was a great idea and that the first session started at 5:30 in the morning and that a lot of the other districts had decided to do that, too. So we set our alarm for 4:30, woke up, bundled up, walked our cold, groggy group up to the temple in the dark, made it there by 5...and were told the first session didn’t start until 7. Some of us did not find as much humor in that as others 😂 my fingers are still trying to thaw, but it’s all good. Those of us with appointments headed back to the MTC while those without stayed behind to ponder in the temple for a while and then head in for the session. 

The food is hit or miss here. Hermana Lund hates it but she has Mac and cheese and ramen in our room so we still manage to feed her. 😂

We always take the stairs to our classroom so that we don’t gain the MTC weight everyone talks about. We’re on the top floor. And we are currently in the process of getting matching MTC sweats so everyone knows who I belong to while I watch her kill it at basketball during exercise time. 👍🏻😂😊 

That’s pretty much the highlights.  I’ve seen a few people I know from home and from Allen, so that’s fun and it’s so easy to make friends here. Some days are hard but I’m having a great time. 

Yo sé que Dios es conmigo y que Él me ama. Estoy agradecida por mi compañera y por esta opportunidad yo tengo compartir el Evangelio y yo sé que es verdadero. 

❤️ Hermana Thunell

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Savannah's Homecoming Talk


Guten Morgen liebe Geschwister! Or I guess in English you say: "Good morning brothers and sisters." This is the first time I'm giving a talk in English in a year and a half, so we will see how this goes. For those of you who don't know me, because I don't know any of you, my name is Savannah Thunell. I just came home from serving in the Alpine German-Speaking Mission, which covers Austria, Southern Germany, and the German-speaking part of Switzerland.

My mission was hard, painful, uncomfortable, depressing, frustrating, unenjoyable, and exhausting.

BUT. My mission was also the most joyous time of my life, the time where I was happier than I have ever been. It was the most successful and rewarding time of my life, where I grew stronger in my testimony of this gospel and closer to my Savior, Jesus Christ, than I had ever been before. It was the most humbling and beautiful time of my life, where I was able to witness people change who they were to enter into the waters of baptism and hold strong to the iron rod on the way up the straight and narrow path. It was a time where the Lord trusted me enough to pound my heart with a meat tenderizer, and mold and shape me into what He knew my potential could be.

My mission was the perfect mission for me. And let me tell you why:

Faith. The first principle of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. To be a missionary you need a LOT of faith. Faith that you will find people to teach, faith that you will be able to learn a new language, faith that you and your companion won't kill each other by the end of the transfer. Lots of faith. When I first came on my mission, faith was a little bit of an abstract concept to me. I knew we were supposed to have faith, but I didn't really know how I was supposed to water this little faith seed they gave me in the MTC, or what I was supposed to have faith in. Well, that's where the miracle of the plugged nasal passages comes in.

I was in my second area, Graz, in Austria, and we had been invited over to a recently reactivated member's house to share a spiritual thought with her. Well, we got inside and we were immediately HIT with the overwhelming smell of dirty cat litter mixed with rotten food and moldy trash. It was absolutely unbearable, but she didn't seem to notice the smell at all, so we just said over and over in our heads "what would Jesus do, what would Jesus do," and proceeded with the appointment. A couple weeks later she invited us over for dinner. My companion and I were dreading it all week, but we wanted to be true disciples of Christ and show her how much we loved her, so we knew we couldn't cancel the appointment. Right before we got there we prayed our guts out, "Heavenly Father, PLEASE plug our nasal passages so we can get through this appointment," and then we moved forward with faith.

We got to her apartment, took a giant breath of our last chance of fresh air, and then knocked. The door swung open and we got a giant whiff of that wall of stink, so I prayed even harder in my head, and as soon as we stepped into the house neither of us could smell ANYTHING! It was the most amazing miracle to me! Through the entire appointment Heavenly Father shoved some spiritual tissues up our nostrils and let us simply share His unconditional love with one of His beloved daughters. 

The pattern of faith that I learned from this experience is:
Step 1. Have a sincere, righteous desire.
Step 2. Ask in faith through prayer.
Step 3. Act. Leap with the confidence that your Father in Heaven won't let you drown.
And step 4. ALWAYS show Him your gratitude.

Faith precedes action, and action develops faith. When we have faith in our Savior Jesus Christ, and the healing power of His Atonement, it leads us to repent. Repentance leads us to want to be better every day, and every week, which leads us to partake of the sacrament and renew our baptismal covenants every Sunday. Worthily partaking of the sacrament is exactly like we are being REBAPTIZED. Washed clean. No spots of sin left. This invites the Spirit to be a little more influential in our lives—a little stronger and a little clearer—which helps us along the path of endurance throughout life and builds our faith. And these steps of the Gospel of Jesus Christ are repeated over and over again throughout our lives until we have finally reached the top of the staircase towards heaven!

Faith is an intimate bond between us and our Father in Heaven. It is very individual and personalized. Faith cannot take away another person's agency, and it also cannot change the will of God. But what faith CAN do is work miracles, and soften hearts. It can turn the impossible into completely achievable, and make giant, rocky mountains seem like small pebbles under our feet. Faith is the battery of our spirits.

Patience. A mission is just a whole lotta patience woven together to create the most beautiful tapestry in the end. My tapestry is probably full of a lot of giant clumps of knots and random yarn, where I wasn't patient enough to weave it smoothly. But I can definitely say that I've changed a lot compared to 18 months ago.

In one of my last interviews with my Mission President, he told me to start making a list of the most important things I've learned on my mission. I could go on for DAYS about all the things I wrote down, but, most important thing I've learned on my mission #27 is: Don't wish your trials away, because trying times are when you learn and grow the most. BASK in your trials.

If I've learned anything about patience, it's that patience is an ACTION word. You can't be passively patient. And patience in PAIN is one of the most important attributes to develop for our growth here on the earth. Heavenly Father did not create us to live in our comfort zone. There is absolutely no growth in the comfort zone. He created us to continually be tried and stretched, and sometimes meat-tenderized, and He also provided a way for us to have patience through these uncomfortable times. That way is our Savior and Brother, Jesus Christ.

There will always be painful times in life. No matter who you are, no matter what your circumstance in life, no matter what today looks like, we are gonna have trials. That's a fact of life.

In Romans 5:3-5, it says:
"And not only ​so,​ but we glory in ​​​tribulations​ also: knowing that ​​​tribulation​ worketh ​​​patience​; and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and ​​​hope​ maketh not ashamed; because the ​​​love​ of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us."

GLORY in your tribulations! BASK in your trials! Get a nice brown tan from that scorching heat in your life! And, always remember that there are brighter days ahead.

I learned a really great lesson of patience one morning in Switzerland during my personal study. I had a companion who could be quite loud sometimes, especially when eating, and she loved to eat while she read in her scriptures. I LOVE personal study. That was my favorite time of the day, and if anyone interrupted me while I was studying the scriptures, I was not a happy camper. This one morning she was being particularly loud, and I was getting particularly impatient. I couldn't focus, so I decided to stop reading in the Book of Mormon and try reading in the New Testament instead so maybe I could get something out of my studies. I flipped to where I had left off a couple days before, Romans chapter 14, and read the following:

"Let not him that eateth despise him that eateth not; and let not him which eateth not judge him that eateth: for God hath received him."

So, after that gentle slap in the face I decided to be a little more patient with my companions from then on.

James 5:10-11 ​says:
"Take, my brethren, the prophets, who have spoken in the name of the Lord, for an ​​​example​ of ​​​suffering​ affliction, and of patience. Behold, we count them ​​​happy​ which ​​​endure​. Ye have heard of the patience of ​​​Job​, and have seen the end of the Lord; that the Lord is very ​​​pitiful​, and of tender ​​​mercy​."

Take comfort in the fact that Jesus Christ knows PERFECTLY every trial, pain, affliction, or struggle with patience that we have, and that He is ALWAYS by our side. Be JOYFUL through trying times. Be HAPPY while enduring! Because whether you have a positive attitude or not, trials are still going to come. So we might as well juice the best things we can out of it!

Prayer. I counted once how many times my companion and I prayed on a typical missionary day, and it was about 15 to 20 times! And those were just the prayers spoken out loud! Most everything I learned about prayer came from the last 6 months of my mission. I went through an extremely down time emotionally for a couple months, and it came to a point where I needed to find an answer to whether I should continue dragging myself on through the gloom, or whether I should return home early. I remember having countless personal interviews with Heavenly Father, begging Him for help, pouring out my soul of despair and problems, and even questioning whether He was even there for me or cared about me. I asked myself so many times how in the world I was supposed to help others come closer to Him if I didn't even feel close to Him myself.

My favorite chapter in the Book of Mormon is Mosiah 24. This is where the people of Alma are in bondage to the Lamanites, who persecute them mercilessly and force the people of Alma to work for them. I shared this scripture COUNTLESS times with people throughout my whole mission, and bore my testimony of the power of God to help us through our trials. It was easy to help others understand how they could apply this in their lives, but sometimes it's a lot harder to apply the truth into your own life. But I remember one particularly hard day where I was prompted to dig into my scriptures and just read, and listen to what Heavenly Father had to say.

"And it came to pass that so great were their afflictions that they began to cry mightily to God. And it came to pass that the voice of the Lord came to them in their afflictions, saying: Lift up your heads and be of good comfort, for I know of the covenant which ye have made unto me; and I will covenant with my people and deliver them out of bondage. And I will also ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders, that even you cannot feel them upon your backs, even while you are in bondage; and this will I do that ye may stand as witnesses for me hereafter, and that ye may know of a surety that I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their afflictions. And now it came to pass that the burdens which were laid upon Alma and his brethren were made light; yea, the Lord did strengthen them that they could bear up their burdens with ease, and they did submit cheerfully and with patience to all the will of the Lord."

There is no doubt in my mind that prayer, with sincere intent, is the most powerful thing in the world. Prayer works. I know that with all of my heart. And it only works when we are willing, when we are DESPERATE, to do anything the Lord commands. Even with all the begging of my burdens to be taken away, or for the answer that it was okay to quit and go home, I knew in my heart that I would submit to the will of the Lord if He would just give me an answer. And after a little while, He did.

Now, I can't say that immediately after I got the answer to stay on my mission that I submitted cheerfully and with patience. There were still hard days, and still sometimes where I needed to cast my mind on the night when I received my answer to keep pushing myself forward, but I also have a testimony that when you are trying your best to follow God and be obedient, angels cannot be restrained from aiding you. It got easier, and it got better. And I can say that that was one of the best decisions of my life, to stay on my mission, because I would definitely not be the person I am today without those last four months of fine-tuning and refining. I would have had an Achilles heel that I regretted for the rest of my life.

Prayer is direct communication with the Creator of the Universe. Don't ever take it for granted. As soon as we open our mouth, or open our hearts, to Him, His complete attention is on us. Like that creepy eyeball-mountain in The Lord of the Rings! He will never be too busy to listen. He will never demean our concerns. He will always gently guide us and direct us, and it will always be our choice whether or not we obey. We can choose to treat prayer as a pizza order, or we can choose to treat it as a humble, respectful conversation with the Father of our spirits, but the effectiveness of our prayers is directly related to how much thought and effort and humility we put into them.

I loved my mission. If any of you are considering going on a mission, young or old, I would say just do it. Just take that leap and let Heavenly Father unfold His mighty power unto you. If any of you are not considering going on a mission, I would say that maybe you should reconsider. Follow these principles that have just been lined out for you: have the faith that God's ways are not our ways, and that His plans for us may be different than our plans for ourselves. Go to Him humbly in prayer, and be prepared to submit to His will and act upon the answer you receive. Then be prepared to endure to the end, to be patient through the pain, and let yourself be torn down, and then slowly built back up in His image. I know with all my heart that it will bless your life, because it has blessed mine.

"Shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, and on, on to the victory!"

I have a testimony of this gospel. I know that it is true. Ich habe ein Zeugnis über Glaube, Geduld, und Gebet. Ich weiß dass durch Glaube können wir Wundern im Namen Jesu Christi machen. Ich weiß dass mit Geduld können wir Glücklichkeit in unserem Leben finden. Ich weiß dass durch Gebet können wir ein stärkere Beziehung mit Gott entwickeln. Ich weiß dass Jesus Christus unser bester Freund ist. Bauen auf ihn. Vertrauen ihm.

Diese Dinge, sage ich, im Namen Jesu Christi, Amen.

Monday, April 17, 2017

This is the End

Dear lovely family and friends,

Well, this is my very last email home as a full-time missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. What a weird feeling. I have learned and changed so much over these past 18 months, and I am so grateful for every single second of this once in a lifetime adventure! The good times and the bad, because all have combined together to blend into the unique and delicious smoothie of who I am today! My testimony of my Savior, Jesus Christ, has grown SO MUCH, and my love for this gospel and God's children has also just sprouted like a bean plant. I can't believe that next week it will all be over. It seems like just yesterday I was sitting in the Dallas airport writing in my journal before I flew off to the MTC! But, now it's time to move on to another chapter of my life, and luckily the missionary work doesn't have to end! It's just different! Thank you all so much for your support and love throughout this last year and a half.

I want you all to know that I have a testimony of this gospel. I have a testimony of the Book of Mormon. I've read it three times on my mission and each time I finish, the answer is the same. It's true!! I know with all my heart that it's true! And that it can change your life if you will let it. I know that God loves all of His children, and that He has given us a prophet on the earth today to lead and to guide us through these perilous times! I am so thankful for President Thomas S. Monson, and the sacrifices he has given to follow Jesus Christ. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, and that he really did see God and Jesus Christ appear to him, and that he really did translate the Book of Mormon! If you don't know that 100% for yourself, go find out. Don't shy away from the truth or the facts, or from praying to Heavenly Father and asking the direct source. Uncover every corner, do your research, and have the righteous desire to know the truth and gain your own testimony. I know that PRAYER WORKS. Get on your knees and pray. It will work—according to your faith and desire to do His will—but it will work. I also know that the primary song "Scripture Power" is SO TRUE. The scriptures bring us power to get through the days and weeks. My mom once said that reading in the scriptures is like drinking water. You can't just do it all at once and then be good for a couple days. It's a DAILY thing we need to do for our SPIRITUAL SURVIVAL. Don't let your spirit die of thirst for that knowledge and light contained in the scriptures.

I have learned so many things on my mission. A new language, how to get along with lots of different types of people, why you shouldn't buy purple toilet paper, the power of Satan—but also the stronger and more enduring power of God, what my favorite European chocolate is, the importance of good communication, how to be more self reliant, why having my own testimony is so important, etc.  I've met some wonderful people who have changed my whole life for the better, and also some crazies that need Jesus. I'm so grateful for this time that I've been able to give up a part of my life to focus on helping others and serving God. I've been able to push and fight and smash my way through the thorns of trials and discouragement, and now I can come out on the other side of the rose patch and look back to see the beautiful roses and fruits of my labor!

I love you all so much! If you're interested, my new email at home will be:

Have a great week!
D&C 128:22 "Shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, brethren; and on, on to the victory!"

Liebe Grüße,
Sister Thunell






Monday, April 10, 2017

Hallo wieder

Hallo Leute! 

This week was another crazy roller coaster, my mind is just swarming with things, it's hard to really get a hold of all these emotions I'm feeling lately. Going home is weird! This week was rough, and full of lots of challenges. I feel like I didn't really do my best this week, but that's okay because there's always next week! That's the great thing about the atonement :) it gives us the chance to shake off the old, and start BRAND NEW each week after we take the sacrament! And that's all possible because of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Don't forget Him in this Easter season. Enjoy the eggs and the bunnies and the beautiful weather and nature blooming, but don't forget who created it all. Don't forget what He did for us, and how much He loves us, and that He's there right next to us every step of the way. Let Him lead you and guide you, and give you PEACE.

Well, I love you all and hope you have a great week! Here's my five most important things I've learned on my mission for the week:

1. I am a problem-solver, but sometimes people just don't want their problems to be solved, or sometimes they need to solve their own problems.
2. My parents are so wise and have done/continue to do so much for me
3. Juice everything you can out of every person/experience in your life
4. Don't live with your regrets. Move on, CHANGE, forgive yourself, accept the atonement of Christ.
5. Never let a task to be done or a goal to be accomplished become more important than a person to be loved.

Liebe Grüße,
Sister Thunell