It has been a while since my last post. I have nothing funny to say but I thought I would just catch everyone up on what's going on in Provo. I was recently called as the elder's quorum president which is keeping me busy. Getting everyone to hometeach is an annoying task, but important. It is a big help to those getting home taught, but it is even more important for the elder's to recongize what it means to hold the priesthood and to take the responsibilty that comes with it. I am not in school for the summer semester. I need to make some money so I can pay for school, with a little help from the old man and the little woman of course. Although I like not being in school, in a strange unexplainable way I miss it. Being busy at work and being busy at school are two different things. I am much more tired after a long day at work, but when you get home it is a relief because you have nothing to do, but with school I am not as tired but I am always thinking about the next test and the homework that is due. They both have there ups and downs.
I am still at the MTC teaching japanese. I love missionaries and the dedication they have to what they are doing. I was thinking this last week as I was trying to remember what I felt like right before I came home. I remember thinking and feeling that I was giving up spirituality for the rest of my life. I didn't really think this but it felt that way. I was going to come home and not be able to have spiritual experiences and that was a hard thing for me to deal with. Then I got home and realized that I could but it was not as readily at your finger tips like on your mission. I soon realized that there were plenty of things to do and experiences to have. The hardest part for me was that I had spent two years finding myself spiritually and obtaining some serious confidence in myself and my skills and then came home and felt like I was a baby again because I had no idea what I needed to do with the rest of my life. Not having those things was like a hole in my soul that took me a long time to fill. (Not to worry I am now a mountain of confidence and skill. Hahahaha) I say this because I think Drew will have the same experience. It wasn't the culture shock that was hardest, that lasted a few weeks and I was fine(granted I was in Japan, a pretty nice place) It was trying to find myself again that was difficult. We need to be patient with the Goose.
This was a very random blog. I had some time and just started typing.