Sister Morgan Ashley Daniels

Dearest family,

 

Fall is almost here! Just when we think it has arrived and the weather is delightfully cool, a scorching summer day hits us. South Carolina weather is a fickle friend. Oh well, this way I get to use the entirety of my wardrobe all year.

 

We have met some really cool people this week. We knocked into a girl from Derrider, Louisiana. Can you even believe it?? She was decked head to toe in LSU garb. We live in a small world and she was happy to see a fellow Louisiana girl (I wasn't about to correct her and tell her that I didn't care for that association in the slightest and I will forever remain a Texas girl. It didn't seem like the opportune moment so I let it slide :)) She is very nice and excited to talk with us, but Sister Bowman and I have a sneaking suspicion that she wants to save our souls. She said she will come to our church if we come to hers. I'll let you know how it all turns out.  

 

We had a lesson with Scott and Dee and it didn't go quite as we anticipated. They dropped us, but it was the nicest drop I have ever had. Scott started the conversation by asking us (very sneakily) what we do when someone isn't interested any more. He was quick to point out that people don't reject us but the message. Sister Bowman and I bore some super solid testimonies and I felt like the Spirit was telling me exactly what to say and I could see some things really hit home. I just hope that one day they will open their hearts and minds to it. It really was hard because I had truly grown to love these people. The coolest thing though during that lesson is I felt a glimpse of how Heavenly Father must feel for them. I felt godly sorrow for them and my heart ached for the decision that they made. I always think back to that talk by Elder Holland when he says something like this, "Why would you think it would be easy for you when it was NEVER, ever easy for Him?"

 

Here is a poem Sister B gave me that really helped me to see that I get to stand shoulder to shoulder with the best life this world has ever known.

 

"The alarm bell rings at 6:30, I stumble to my feet

I grab my companions bedding and pull off his sheets

 

A groan fills the room, it it already time to arise?

It seems like just a second ago, I was able to shut my eyes

The morning activities follow- study prayer and such

When it's time to leave the apartment, you feel you haven't accomplished much

 

"We have a super day planned,"

My comp says with a grin

I lowly utter a faithless breath,

"Yeah, if anyone lets us in."

 

With the word of God and my faithful Schwinn, we ride off in the street prepared to

Face another day of humidity and heat

It's 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through

My companion and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do

 

We ride up to the mailbox, hoping to receive a lot

Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate "air boc"

We got up to our apartment, the day is now complete

The only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet

 

It's past 10:30 pm. My companion is fast asleep,

Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weep

In the midst of sadness, I kneel down to pray

I need to talk to father, but I'm not sure what to say

 

Oh father, I begin, "What happened to us today?

I thought we'd teach somebody, but everyone was away

My hands, my aching hands-worn, hurt, and beat:

If our area was any smaller we'd have knocked every street

 

"Why on missions are the days so much alike?

The only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike

Will you send some cooler weather? The heat is killing me

I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes; it's very hard to see"

 

Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn't your protection enough?

People alway laugh at me and call me stupid stuff

Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack

I want to give them Books of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back

 

And what about my family: they don't have much to say

I'm sick of not hearing from home day after day after day

Oh Father, Why am I here am I just wasting time?

Sometimes I just want to go home, I'm sorry but that's on my mind

 

My companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?

The way he rides his bicycle, I don't think he can see

Now you have it, I can't go on, I don't know what to do

That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I have for you

 

My prayer now finished, I stand up, then jump right into bed

I need my rest for tomorrow, we have another long day ahead

sleep starts to overtake me, I seem to drift away

Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day

 

I'm standing alone on the hill. The view is very nice

A man walks towards me and says, "My name is Jesus Christ"

Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down at his feet

Arise, He states, "Follow me to the shade. You and I need to speak."

 

My attention's toward my Savior, total and complete

He says, "Your mission is similiar of what happpend to me

I understand how you feel, I know what you're going through

In fact, it would be fair to say I've felt the same as you

 

I even know how you felt when no one listened to you

At times I felt not quite sure what else I could do

I know you don't like to ride a bicylce, for you a car would be sweet

Just remember the donkey I rode wasn't equipped with 21 speeds

 

I understand you don't like sweating, in fact it's something you hate

I remember when I sweat blood from ev'ry pore, of the agony ways great!

I see you don't like your companion - you'd rather have someone else-

I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth

 

It's hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you

I remember when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews

So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack

I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back

 

Your hands hurt from tracting and knocking on doors all day

I guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ached in a smilar way

 It's hard not to hear from home when your family's not there to see

I lost communication on the cross and cried, "Father, why hast thou forsaken me?"

 

We have a lot in common, but there's a difference between us you see

I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me

He embraced me with His arms and His light filled me with His love

With tears in my eyes I watched as He went back to the Father above

 

I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head

I listened and heard the alarm, then realized I was in my head

My companion let out a grown, "6:30 already, no way!"

I sat up and said, "Come on, I'll even carry your scriptures today!"

 

No matter what we go through, when we feel we can't take more

Just stop and think about Jesus Christ , He's been there before!"

 

I love you and I love being a missionary!

Sis D