WEEK 3-Tender Mercies

It's been a minute. And when I say minute I mean it literally feels like it's been a minute! This week has flown by and it kind of makes me sad because it was so amazing. So amazing in fact I don't even know what I want to talk about because I have so much to say! But I'll spare you some things for later posts.

The days all kinda blend together here but the general gist of a day is waking up and going to breakfast. Then volleyball and gym then get ready for the day have personal and companion study and then lunch a class then dinner and our last class and then bed. Sounds lame but it's so fun. We always eat meals with our district elders and they are so funny and always have great stories to tell. They make me laugh every day and I am so grateful for that. And on our way to classes we play games and do awkward parquor. That's always a good time and at the end of the day after our amazing classes we raid the vending machines. They are our salvation. Also, I lose my MTC card at least 4 times a day no joke so I am no longer allowed to hold that and my companion or roommates are in charge of it. They also make me do push ups every time I swear (which isn't often) but 5 pushups per swear word and 10 pushups per word on Sundays.Just to kind of explain some of my pictures. Gosh I just love everyone here so much. We had to say goodbye to half of our zone this week and it was so sad because they are all so amazing I cant even explain how much I will miss these people.

This week was amazing but honestly it could've been a different story. If it wasn't for the Heavenly Fathers tender mercies I don't really want to think about what would've been different.

Thursday I got a call from the main office at 10:30 at night. Since we aren't allowed calls and whatnot, generally if you are getting a call, especially that late at night, it's not a good thing. My stomach dropped when they told me I needed to come to the front desk immediately. So my companion and I, in my Ariel PJ's and all, made the long walk. Well it felt long and I was sick to my stomach the whole time just thinking about who got hurt or what happened back at home. I prayed a lot. When we got to the desk they gave me a package and I was very confused. I opened it and it was a towel. A FREAKING TOWEL. which I am grateful for because my awesome mom shipped it overnight because my towel got lost in the laundry. Which is another story but pretty much missionaries are reckless with laundry and it's insane. Anyway, I seriously felt so much relief and it might sound so dumb but that day nothing else mattered because everyone was safe and I count it as a mercy from God.

Then yesterday I got some emails from my family. Emails. Not a phone call. Thank heavens. It turned out Spencer got in a wreck and was side swiped by a large truck when him and two of his buddies where on their way to grab Homecoming supplies. I'm not going to lie I was a bit sad at first when I heard they were in my car, but when I saw my car and how bad it was beat up I instantly felt relief it was my car that took the beating. All boys are fine and besides my cute car no one got hurt. My dad later explained to me that it could've been a very different story if they would have taken Spence's little farm truck. The way the at the airbags deployed balanced the car and made it so it didn't flip when it started spinning out. Then that got me thinking. What if I didn't go on this mission? I would've been up at college somewhere and Spencer wouldn't have my taken my car, they would've flipped and who knows maybe the three boys wouldn't be here today.

I know it sounds like it was all just chance and I'm being dramatic but my biggest fear is that something will happen to my family and friends while I am gone. I'm so scared of getting that phone call. I think Heavenly Father knows this and knows that I have been especially worried about it this last week. These two tender mercies proved even more to me that God does have a plan and he is mindful of his children. He is mindful of you and he is mindful of me. And I think this was his way of telling me, "I've got it covered. I'll protect them, now go to work." I've heard these words in my head and in my heart and I know He is sending his angels to attend, comfort and protect. I feel so much gratitude and peace it's hard to describe. If the only reason I was supposed to serve this mission was so that Spencer could drive my car and those boys would be safe, I gladly sacrifice my car. And I will serve the rest of my 18 months with a thankful heart.

My favorite scripture from this week:

D&C 84:88

"...I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up."

Don't forget you are never alone. My district knows I'm not alone because of all the packages and letters I get. But I share so they are grateful! Thank you for all the love, support, letters, and packages. I love you all so much and can feel strength from your prayers.

Kloveyoubye

Sister Fisher