Tis the Season for.....crazy guys, poems, exchanges, and of course - Jesus! :)

Want to hear the craziest story of your entire life? Well I'm going to tell you anyway....and it's rather long, so brace yourself.

So on Saturday we went to talk to these people that work at this bike shop and they were busy helping someone so we decided to come back later. So we walked past and looped around back to our car so it didn't look like we were just going there to talk to them (oh the life of a missionary). As we were looping back around we saw this guy working on this house and we waved and said hello and he pulled out some earplugs and was like, "What?" So we went and talked to him and talked about He is the Gift and the restoration and invited him to church the next day (especially since we were having a church potluck after and it was the Christmas program). He was like, "Okay I'll try." And it was so funny because he kept on trying to talk to us about how meat was the cause of war or something and how we need to bless meat because God says "Thou shalt not kill." And then we would talk about the gospel for a minute and he would be like, "Did I finish the meat story?" And we would be like, "Yes you did." And then he was like, "Let me finish the meat story." He was a little bit crazy haha. But then guess what? He just showed up at church! But it was after the sacrament and so he didn't see us but this family talked to him and invited him to sit by them. So then when we went up to sing (haha all the missionaries sang "Silent Night" and I totally did a solo....oh wow....then I played the piano...it was interesting) and after we sang I went and sat by him. Then afterwards we went to Gospel Principles and we talked about the Book of Mormon (perfect lesson) and at one point he commented and was like, "Well one way you can come to know something is true is by living it." Or something to that effect and me and Sister Sumbot just looked at each other and we were like, "Who is this guy?" And then afterwards Clem fellowshipped him and took him to Priesthood and then we didn't even talk to him until after the potluck because he was so busy talking to everyone else! Then we were talking to him and he was talking about how he was a good person or something and he was like, "The only thing I do that's not good for my body is drink coffee and I'm trying to quit." We were just like, "WHAT?" And then he stayed and helped clean everything up before he left. Crazy......

So then we went and saw him that night with Jaleta. That is just a whole nother story. Haha it was one of the weirdest craziest nights ever. He is crazy. Well, he just has a lot of weird knowledge. Like he was telling us about how he had seen fish rain from the sky, talked about how it's a crazy miracle that clouds can hold so much water, about how he invented the cell phone but someone stole his idea, he said that Jesus could have been a woman. Wow he is crazy. And he would like...never stop talking. I finally had to be like, "Benny (oh yeah that's his name PS), we love to hear all of the things you have to say but we have an important message we need to share with you." And then every time he tried to interrupt with a "did you know" I would be like, "Benny. Save it for the end." Wow that was probably the boldest I have ever been in my life! Haha OH yeah and he said he would be baptized! He's praying about January 25th.

Charles and Dewanna didn't come to church and that's really unfortunate because now we know we need to drop them. They just aren't keeping commitments. yeah we are going to tell them tonight so yeah that's going to interesting.

Oh yeah we did exchanges this week so that was cool. And no I didn't got Spanish...darn it. Oh that reminds me! So I had this dream where I tracted into this Spanish person and I was able to talk to them a little bit (because I have been practicing very little Spanish so if I tract into someone Spanish I can at least tell them a little bit about our beliefs) and then I woke up.  I was like, "Darn! That didn't actually happen!" And now I just really want to tract into someone Spanish. yeah I'm a little weird. But yeah the exchange was good. I stayed in the area and Sister Hulme (pronounced Hume) came and wow she is awesome. We went and taught Ashlee and I don't think I've ever heard her talk so much in my life! She just knew all the right questions to ask Ashley! Also she is the most amazing singer ever. Well she pretty much could have been famous - she is in that group called "Bliss" and they had the opportunity to move to Nashville to pursue it but they chose not to and she went on a mission. She took voice lessons from the same person as David Archuleta and just all this crazy stuff. Wowie.

Well I can't even think of any other cool or interesting things from this week. You would be bored with the other details. But hey I wrote a poem this week to share with people for our Christmas message. Wanna hear it? Oh too bad I don't want to share it. Haha jk here it is....

ATTENTION: do not read the poem if you have any judgementalness in you because Sister Myers wrote this like...really fast so yeah....just skip it...Oh yeah and also she doesn't have a title right now...so too bad. Also it's long but whatevs.

"A quiet stillness had fallen over the land,

As I gripped the oak staff that lay in my hand.

Not a word was spoken among the men that stood near,

I thought they must be making sure they could hear.

Often there were wolves that were prowling around,

So we would wait and listen for a quiet warning sound.

A sudden commotion woke me from my daze,

And I saw many hands slowly begin to raise.

A brilliant light was piercing the darkness with ease,

And I was so much in awe, I fell to my knees.

Fear seemed to arise among the shepherds nearby,

But soon it was calmed when the radiant figure cried,

'Fear not...I bring you good tidings of great joy'

I was riveted, like the curiousness of a questioning young boy. 

He spoke of a baby, born in a land far away,

Who was born in a stable, and in a manger he lay.

And when I thought I had never seen something so bright,

A multitude of heavenly hosts were suddenly in my sight,

'Glory to God in the highest,' they praised,

Their incredible voices left me even more dazed.

After a time, the brilliant visitation faded into dark,

And I knew at that moment, the Angels voice I must hark.

With difficulty I stood, for most of my strength was gone,

I had seen Angels! And I knew what must be done. 

I packed a few things and started with haste,

I was seeing the Christ child: there was not a moment to waste. 

Though the travel was long and my shoes were well worn,

My mind could only think of this babe that had been born.

'What could I give him?' I suddenly thought,

Embarrassment filled me and I began to get hot.

'I have nothing to give Him!' I thought in despair,

I fell to the ground and ran my hands through my hair.

Tears began to fall as I looked to the sky,

And I started to pray as I continued to cry.

'Please God,' I said, 'I don't know what I can do'

'For this important little child that's come here so new.'

And then a suddenly a peace washed over me,

I didn't know what to give but I knew where I needed to be.

 

I jumped to my feet, and quickened my pace,

I looked to the star with a great smile on my face.

After some time, a small town came into view,

But whether this was where He was I had no clue.

My question was answered as I passed an old inn,

For near it I could see a stable, and people looking within.

As I drew near the crowd, I could see the young mother,

She seemed gentle and kind, unlike any other.

And then I saw with a small gasp of the air,

The small babe: the reason I was there.

He seemed to radiate, brighter than the angel's that night,

And I did not want to let Him leave my sight. 

I pushed passed the crowd and drew near the child,

I knelt in the hay as the mother looked at me and smiled.

Not a word was said as I silently began to pray,

'Thank you, God.' was all I could say.

Then, a little sad that I had nothing for Him,

I rose from my knees feeling rather dim.

As I walked in silence my mind began to wonder,

And that sacred night I couldn't help but ponder. 

And as I thought about that child so dear,

The solution to my quandary suddenly became clear. 

I suddenly knew of the gift I could give,

I could show Him I love Him in the way the way that I live.

And from that day on as I thought of that sacred night,

I found a new resolve to always choose right.

And one day I realized who that child really was to be,

He was my Savior, my Redeemer, the one who died me. 

I set down the paper and looked up with a sigh,

Sat back in my chair and just began to cry.

I thought of those I had hurt in my path,

I thought my anger, fear, rudeness and wrath.

I thought of my selfishness I had demonstrated that week,

I wished I was more humble, submissive, and meek.

For the first time in months I fell to my knees,

And through my quiet sobs came my many pleas.

"Please God," said, "from this I can see.

I don't think I'm the person you want me to be.

As I've read this humble poem my mind is clear,

The spirit of God just hasn't been here.

And now during this time of Santa, gifts, and trees,

All I seem to hear is 'me, me, me'.

 

And now I know I've been guilty of this,

And now I've seen those things that I miss.

I miss the humility that comes from giving,

And the blessings that come from the right way we're living.

I miss the sweet spirit that comes through song,

The songs about our Savior who had suffered so long.

He came to the earth as a gift from the above,

A gift from a Heavenly Father - to show us His love. 

He suffered in a garden for every wrong thing I've done,

He died on the cross so that death might be won.

He really is the only gift that I must come to know,

For when I know Him, His Spirit will start to show."

I stopped for minute and just had to ask,

How do I come to know Him? That seems a hard task.

And then I thought of the poem that I had just read,

And how He came to know God by the life that he led.

It was then that I knew the gift I could give, 

I could come to know my Savior by the way that I live. 

During this Christmas, and even after December,

Our Savior is the gift that we all must remember. 

He is the gift from our Heavenly Father above,

A simple, sacred gift of life, peace, hope and love. 

 

I hope y'all have a Merry Christmas and never forget that Christ is the gift of Christmas!

Also go look up "the Touch of the Master's Hand" by Boyd K. Packer in April 2001 General Conference. Wow it is so awesome. Especially the poem he quotes.

Love you all!!

Love,

Sister Myers

PS Attached is a picture of the missionaries that serve in this branch (Elder Tracy, Fenwick, me, Sister Sumbot, Hess and Evans.) And a pic of me and sister Hulme. I look a little crazy but whatever haha