Throwback Thursday?

Throwback Thursday to a year ago today when I entered the Missionary Training Center (against my will, mind you).

February 20, 2013

 

I dreaded going to the MTC that morning.

My nerves got to me, and I begged my mom not to make me go.

I hadn't eaten in almost a week, nor slept, nor stopped crying.

The adversary definitely was trying very hard on me,

and he might've succeeded

if it wasn't for my incredibly strong mother who knows me better than anyone

and my first father's blessing from my sweet dad.

I will be forever grateful that I went through the motions and went.

(Even if I only consented to going because my mom said I only had to go for a week...

Which meant none of my family got a hug goodbye,

because I thought I'd be back in a week.

Psych.)

 

 

Being home for the past 2 weeks has of course been accompanied by many thoughts.

My mind is continually running.

Worrying about the people in my areas,

My Savior and His Atonement,

My body and my health,

My companions,

My family and loved ones,

And concern that I am doing all the Lord intends for me to do at this point in my life.

I spend a lot of time in the temple,

a lot of time on my knees,

and a lot of time just watching life.

 

 

Being in the field, I guess I forgot how wicked the world truly is.

I forget how strong the adversary seems to be,

and how hard he truly tries.

All we focus on as missionaries is how strong the gospel is,

and how much love our Heavenly Father has for His beloved children.

The gospel is stronger than the adversary.

And God's love is able to penetrate anything,

especially the deepest of doubts that Satan tries to place in our minds.

 

The sucky part about reflecting on the past year

Is to see the hold Satan still tries to have on my mind.

I'm not gonna lie...

I Facebook stalk and Instagram stalk people all the time.

So of course, my self esteem has taken a nasty blow.

Not only did I have to come home early because of my health,

but I also became a balloon Sister Rodriguez while in the field.

For some silly reason, I thought I would come home from my mission all thin and fit.

Silly girl.

Missions are to serve the Lord and give your all to Him and to His children.

Of course I obey mission rules-exercise every day, stay on a missionary budget, sleep for 8 hours, etc.

 

Now that I'm home, all I want to do is get up, work out, eat like a maniac, reach my goals.

Given my current health situation, that's not always super likely.

I get exhausted just walking up and down the stairs at my house,

let alone sweating it out with Jillian Michaels.

 

Our bodies are precious gifts.

Satan strives to break us down in regards to our bodies.

Because he doesn't have one!

I love what the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has to say

about us and loving our bodies, and who we are.

                   Click Here

 

 

 

We are made in God's image.

I don't know about you,

But that is a pretty amazing statement and fact.

 

God's image.

We are made after God Almighty.

That sounds pretty perfect to me.

Although we may not feel we measure up sometimes,

Our hair isn't long enough,

Our foreheads are too long,

'Too curvy'

Not skinny enough

Too skinny

Too many freckles

Small eyes

Big eyes

Not muscular enough

Small bust

Big nose

Small mouth

Big mouth

Thin eyebrows

 

Too religious

Not smart enough

Unattractive laugh

Big ears

Bad skin



And the list goes on...

 

God made us the way He intended us.

It may not be the way the world intends for beauty or perfection,

but God doesn't make mistakes.

The flaws we may feel we have are what our loving Heavenly Father intended us to have.

And who ever said that Heavenly Father saw them as flaws?

 

 

So in my pity parties that I tend to have every day,

especially when all I want to do is take my dogs for a walk around the block but I can hardly move my legs by the time I get my shoes on and their leashes on,

I am going to take into account what my Heavenly Father sees first.

Not what the world sees.

Now, it's what I see.

And certainly, not what Satan sees.

I may not be all that the world wants,

But I love who I am,

Because I know that God is shaping me to become who He designed me to be.

The only perfect thing about us is the love that the Almighty has for us.

Our lives go perfectly according to plan,

As long as we take into account the plan that our Heavenly Father has created for us.

 

The Plan of Happiness leads to happiness.

Why not make it the plan that we follow?

After all, that is what we strive for in this life

Happiness.

 

Adam fell that men might be;

and men are that they might have joy.

2 Nephi 2:25

 

The happiest people I know are not those who find their golden ticket;

they are those who,

while in the pursuit of worthy goals,

discover & treasure the beauty and sweetness

of every day moments.

 

Dieter F. Uchtdorf