I wrote a poem when I left the MTC. I actually really liked how it turned out:
"My bags are all packed, I'm ready to go.
My soul feels attacked. Time's moving so slow.
I'm sitting here, not knowing how to feel.
On one hand fear, and the other hand zeal.
Hands that are idle, are the Devil's plaything.
Keep my feelings bridled, for the time being.
I'm torn between thoughts, of purpose and life.
I'll love the Lord lots, through all of my strife!
Do I know it's true? Do I think I'm ready?
I try to push through and hold myself steady.
My spirit feels poor. Whay can I say?
I kneel on the floor and begin to pray.
I begin with thanks, but it feels half-hearted.
My mind's drawing blanks, I'm back where I started.
I humble my heart before my Father above.
Those feelings depart and I feel His love.
I'm filled with a joy that's knows no bounds
I feel like a boy, as weird as that sounds
By Angels am I backed and my light will I show!
My bags are all packed. I'm ready to go!"
I love you guys, and I pray for you daily. My first few days here were a little rough because I really felt like I should be in Ecuador. Satan's really not happy I'm here, let alone going to Ecuador. I still really want to be there, but we've been biking a lot and the people here are nice. My Spanish is still awful, but I can pray and testify of the Church's truths. I'm okay with that for now. My companion's name is Elder Treviño, and he's from Mexico. He's been out for about 9 months. He's really fun, and we're excited about our plans for Hemet, California. We're teaching a few people now and just got more potentials. I love seeing the work happen up close and personal.
By the way, it's so hot here. Like 115° hot. I'm glad we didn't move here. I got thing of 40 water bottles last Thursday, and it's almost gone hahaha
Love you guys! If you could send me y'alls prayers, that be amazing!
"My bags are all packed, I'm ready to go.
My soul feels attacked. Time's moving so slow.
I'm sitting here, not knowing how to feel.
On one hand fear, and the other hand zeal.
Hands that are idle, are the Devil's plaything.
Keep my feelings bridled, for the time being.
I'm torn between thoughts, of purpose and life.
I'll love the Lord lots, through all of my strife!
Do I know it's true? Do I think I'm ready?
I try to push through and hold myself steady.
My spirit feels poor. Whay can I say?
I kneel on the floor and begin to pray.
I begin with thanks, but it feels half-hearted.
My mind's drawing blanks, I'm back where I started.
I humble my heart before my Father above.
Those feelings depart and I feel His love.
I'm filled with a joy that's knows no bounds
I feel like a boy, as weird as that sounds
By Angels am I backed and my light will I show!
My bags are all packed. I'm ready to go!"
I love you guys, and I pray for you daily. My first few days here were a little rough because I really felt like I should be in Ecuador. Satan's really not happy I'm here, let alone going to Ecuador. I still really want to be there, but we've been biking a lot and the people here are nice. My Spanish is still awful, but I can pray and testify of the Church's truths. I'm okay with that for now. My companion's name is Elder Treviño, and he's from Mexico. He's been out for about 9 months. He's really fun, and we're excited about our plans for Hemet, California. We're teaching a few people now and just got more potentials. I love seeing the work happen up close and personal.
By the way, it's so hot here. Like 115° hot. I'm glad we didn't move here. I got thing of 40 water bottles last Thursday, and it's almost gone hahaha
Love you guys! If you could send me y'alls prayers, that be amazing!
¡Nos Vemos!
-Elder Sharp
-Elder Sharp
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