Humanitarian Work & Mission Call
I'll save my entire speel for some other time, but I just would like to re-declare my love for humanitarian work. I need to get so much more involved. That's the career path I would LOVE to take!!! But I don't even know if there is a major for it.
I just got off the phone with Darla (Sister Crane) and she was telling me about the head of the Humanitarian Center in SLC and how he came and spoke to her Stake Relief Society out there in Utah yesterday. She told me all these amazing stories, and said their multi-purpose/cultural hall was full of work stations and mounds and mounds of projects that their RS was working on. He told amazing stories of people in other countries (the Tsunami victims, Afghanastan, Iraq, etc.) receiving the items...I don't know, I can't explain. But it moves me in ways I can't explain. I've ALWAYS wanted to do humanitarian work...amidst my small mind changes growing up about my career path (Astronomer, Geologist, Archaeologist when I was really young...Oceanographer specializing in Marine Biology or an Obstetrician as I got older, under the school counselor shot that down...and now a TEFL program type deal). I've always wanted the UNHCR or UNICEF or anything like Green Peace or Peace Corps. I love all of that. And hearing her tell me these stories brought tears to both of our eyes.
I also told her how his stories reminded me of Ammon and the other servants protecting and caring for the sheep while Ammon cut off those thugs' arms. :) And she told me he brought up that same story to the other humanitarian workers.
I'd love to work at the Center, or on Welfare Square somewhere. I'm sure I have to get old and retired and financially stable first. Sometimes I want to get old so I can do things like that.
Huh...yesterday was the first time in about NINE months I've talked to a certain person. The reason for talking (online) really didn't settle any strange feelings like I had hoped, but was awkward, aside from learning that random people who don't know me want to hurt me, and that he thought it would be entertaining to watch. :\ But I know I've done what I can, and I'm moved on with life anyway. I just felt the need to apologize because I was a very different person in that time of my life. That's okay. I followed what I felt I should do, and it's alright.
In other news...as if the Ireland/Scotland dream wasn't enough, last night I dreamt I got called on my mission to CHINA. And I had to learn Chinese AND Thai (why Thai...I have no idea). Dad thinks I'll get called to Temple Square. Ha. It will probably be somewhere really random like...Nebraska (booooo!) I don't REALLY boo...but yeah.
And in my dream I realized when I was at the MTC that I only packed one skirt and one pair of shoes and no nylons for my ENTIRE MISSION. The people at the MTC wouldn't let me leave after 11:30am (half an hour) so I rushed to stores and they were all closed. So there I sat in my pajamas with a duffle bag in the MTC lobby, crying because I wasted time and couldn't say goodbye to my parents much (we're a lot closer now, so I think it will be a bit harder than I thought), and with no clothes for my mission. And I woke up.
I really want to hand in my papers more and more each day. Elder Free heard me talking about it in sacrament meeting I think (elders sat in front of me) because after church he asked if I was handing in my papers soon and had this really bright gleam in his eyes. I love seeing missionaries so excited. That gleam and smile warmed my soul and made me feel connected as all one huge family. So great.
Alright, I think I'm going to go read.
Loves.
I just got off the phone with Darla (Sister Crane) and she was telling me about the head of the Humanitarian Center in SLC and how he came and spoke to her Stake Relief Society out there in Utah yesterday. She told me all these amazing stories, and said their multi-purpose/cultural hall was full of work stations and mounds and mounds of projects that their RS was working on. He told amazing stories of people in other countries (the Tsunami victims, Afghanastan, Iraq, etc.) receiving the items...I don't know, I can't explain. But it moves me in ways I can't explain. I've ALWAYS wanted to do humanitarian work...amidst my small mind changes growing up about my career path (Astronomer, Geologist, Archaeologist when I was really young...Oceanographer specializing in Marine Biology or an Obstetrician as I got older, under the school counselor shot that down...and now a TEFL program type deal). I've always wanted the UNHCR or UNICEF or anything like Green Peace or Peace Corps. I love all of that. And hearing her tell me these stories brought tears to both of our eyes.
I also told her how his stories reminded me of Ammon and the other servants protecting and caring for the sheep while Ammon cut off those thugs' arms. :) And she told me he brought up that same story to the other humanitarian workers.
I'd love to work at the Center, or on Welfare Square somewhere. I'm sure I have to get old and retired and financially stable first. Sometimes I want to get old so I can do things like that.
Huh...yesterday was the first time in about NINE months I've talked to a certain person. The reason for talking (online) really didn't settle any strange feelings like I had hoped, but was awkward, aside from learning that random people who don't know me want to hurt me, and that he thought it would be entertaining to watch. :\ But I know I've done what I can, and I'm moved on with life anyway. I just felt the need to apologize because I was a very different person in that time of my life. That's okay. I followed what I felt I should do, and it's alright.
In other news...as if the Ireland/Scotland dream wasn't enough, last night I dreamt I got called on my mission to CHINA. And I had to learn Chinese AND Thai (why Thai...I have no idea). Dad thinks I'll get called to Temple Square. Ha. It will probably be somewhere really random like...Nebraska (booooo!) I don't REALLY boo...but yeah.
And in my dream I realized when I was at the MTC that I only packed one skirt and one pair of shoes and no nylons for my ENTIRE MISSION. The people at the MTC wouldn't let me leave after 11:30am (half an hour) so I rushed to stores and they were all closed. So there I sat in my pajamas with a duffle bag in the MTC lobby, crying because I wasted time and couldn't say goodbye to my parents much (we're a lot closer now, so I think it will be a bit harder than I thought), and with no clothes for my mission. And I woke up.
I really want to hand in my papers more and more each day. Elder Free heard me talking about it in sacrament meeting I think (elders sat in front of me) because after church he asked if I was handing in my papers soon and had this really bright gleam in his eyes. I love seeing missionaries so excited. That gleam and smile warmed my soul and made me feel connected as all one huge family. So great.
Alright, I think I'm going to go read.
Loves.