Kumusta po?!?!?!Pasensiya I didn't send an email last week because of Skype last week and this week is transfer week so I am so sorry I can't to people's emails this week again! But I wanted to make sure you all heard from me so I decided to write a weekly email still!Anyway... transfers tomorrow and my trainer is leaving..... Man she is the sweetest trainer in the whole world and reminds me of you Mom. She has a lot of the Christlike qualities you have and really is always there for me in our happiest and saddest moments on the mission. She has been so selfless, unconditionally loving those she serves. I've been so lucky to have her and honestly don't feel deserving because i'm so new on the mission and still have so many things to learn and improve about myself. But there are two things that I think help you overcome the natural man --becoming a parent or caretaker, and going on a mission. I just want to thank my parents right now -- I love you guys so much and I am just astounded by how amazing my family is in my life -- thank you for supporting me and showing so much faith in Christ.One quick story. I have been scared to extend a baptismal invitation to a mother who used to be rich but lost everything when her mother died so she makes gloves for a living for her little kids. I had a hard time understanding her desires because sometimes she was distracted in lessons. But I know she believes in Jesus Christ. When I extended a BI to her this week, she told us she had a dream that there was a fountain of a clean water surrounded by wilderness. There was a path leading down into the water but she was really afraid to make the step down there. Then the next day I extended a BI and she knows the step she needs to make is baptism, that we can't ever give up on her and that we have to help her have the courage to take a step towards her Savior and Redeemer.Something one of the ward counselors told me this week is that all of the members here start out poor and have to show tremendous faith by making sacrifices to come to church and pray and read the scriptures. But over time, their faithfulness brought them the most tremendous blessings. I have seen that in these member's families. The members here are so so so grateful for missionaries and send their kids on missions. These Filipino missionaries are literally the Stripling warriors. Their parents are strong converts and they have strong conviction on how this gospel will bless families more than anything else. I've been astounded by their success. I am so grateful for the faith of members in the Philippines. Salvation isn't cheap and Satan is all around us. It is so hard to help our investigators. But the promises are sure for them and this is the work of God and salvation.Anyway, want to share a story that Pres. Bangal sent that meant the world to me. Often I feel bad because my skills are not enough to help everyone, although I see that little by little I'm learning things about myself and how to serve others even when I don't know what else to do. I'm already a better person than I was a year ago, and I believe with my whole heart in this work. Sometimes when we feel cut down it's because God wants us to become a better person through our experiences. We are constantly molded in His hands if our desires are to follow Him. We will make mistakes, but every small good decision DOES make a difference. Just trust Him!!!!! I love my Savior and I love His Plan for all of us to become perfect someday like Him. This is the GOSPEL of JESUS CHRIST for everyone. It applies to everything in our lives -- our hopes, our dreams, our talents, our service, our families. I promise you that no matter what you have done in your life, that you can do anything through our Savior.(Just got the sports psychologist talk from you Mom!! Thank you!!! Maybe thats the best way to send letter because I don't think letters through any other way will work.)
The Currant Bush
by Elder Hugh B. Brown (1883–1975)
Hugh B. Brown was born in Granger, Utah, but grew up in Alberta, Canada. From 1961–1970, he served as a counselor to President David O. McKay. He was a powerful speaker and teacher with a great love for and understanding of the youth of the Church.Previously published in the January 1973 New Era.“Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down.”
"You sometimes wonder whether the Lord really knows what He ought to do with you. You sometimes wonder if you know better than He does about what you ought to do and ought to become. I am wondering if I may tell you a story. It has to do with an incident in my life when God showed me that He knew best."
"I was living up in Canada. I had purchased a farm. It was run-down. I went out one morning and saw a currant bush. It had grown up over six feet high. It was going all to wood. There were no blossoms and no currants. I was raised on a fruit farm in Salt Lake before we went to Canada, and I knew what ought to happen to that currant bush. So I got some pruning shears and clipped it back until there was nothing left but stumps. It was just coming daylight, and I thought I saw on top of each of these little stumps what appeared to be a tear, and I thought the currant bush was crying. I was kind of simpleminded (and I haven’t entirely gotten over it), and I looked at it and smiled and said, “What are you crying about?” You know, I thought I heard that currant bush say this:
“How could you do this to me? I was making such wonderful growth. I was almost as big as the shade tree and the fruit tree that are inside the fence, and now you have cut me down. Every plant in the garden will look down on me because I didn’t make what I should have made. How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.”
"That’s what I thought I heard the currant bush say, and I thought it so much that I answered. I said, “Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and someday, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down. Thank you, Mr. Gardener.’”
Years passed, and I found myself in England. I was in command of a cavalry unit in the Canadian Army. I held the rank of field officer in the British Canadian Army. I was proud of my position. And there was an opportunity for me to become a general. I had taken all the examinations. I had the seniority. The one man between me and the office of general in the British Army became a casualty, and I received a telegram from London. It said: “Be in my office tomorrow morning at 10:00,” signed by General Turner."
"I went up to London. I walked smartly into the office of the general, and I saluted him smartly, and he gave me the same kind of a salute a senior officer usually gives—a sort of “Get out of the way, worm!” He said, “Sit down, Brown.” Then he said, “I’m sorry I cannot make the appointment. You are entitled to it. You have passed all the examinations. You have the seniority. You’ve been a good officer, but I can’t make the appointment. You are to return to Canada and become a training officer and a transport officer.” That for which I had been hoping and praying for 10 years suddenly slipped out of my fingers."
"Then he went into the other room to answer the telephone, and on his desk, I saw my personal history sheet. Right across the bottom of it was written, “THIS MAN IS A MORMON.” We were not very well liked in those days. When I saw that, I knew why I had not been appointed. He came back and said, “That’s all, Brown.” I saluted him again, but not quite as smartly, and went out."
"I got on the train and started back to my town, 120 miles away, with a broken heart, with bitterness in my soul. And every click of the wheels on the rails seemed to say, “You are a failure.” When I got to my tent, I was so bitter that I threw my cap on the cot. I clenched my fists, and I shook them at heaven. I said, “How could you do this to me, God? I have done everything I could do to measure up. There is nothing that I could have done—that I should have done—that I haven’t done. How could you do this to me?” I was as bitter as gall.
And then I heard a voice, and I recognized the tone of this voice. It was my own voice, and the voice said, “I am the gardener here. I know what I want you to do.” The bitterness went out of my soul, and I fell on my knees by the cot to ask forgiveness for my ungratefulness and my bitterness. While kneeling there I heard a song being sung in an adjoining tent. A number of Mormon boys met regularly every Tuesday night. I usually met with them. We would sit on the floor and have Mutual. As I was kneeling there, praying for forgiveness, I heard their singing:
“But if, by a still, small voice he calls
To paths that I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:
I’ll go where you want me to go.”
(Hymns, no. 270)
"I arose from my knees a humble man. And now, almost 50 years later, I look up to Him and say, “Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for cutting me down, for loving me enough to hurt me.” I see now that it was wise that I should not become a general at that time, because if I had I would have been senior officer of all western Canada, with a lifelong, handsome salary, a place to live, and a pension, but I would have raised my six daughters and two sons in army barracks. They would no doubt have married out of the Church, and I think I would not have amounted to anything. I haven’t amounted to very much as it is, but I have done better than I would have done if the Lord had let me go the way I wanted to go."
"Many of you are going to have very difficult experiences: disappointment, heartbreak, bereavement, defeat. You are going to be tested and tried. I just want you to know that if you don’t get what you think you ought to get, remember, God is the gardener here. He knows what He wants you to be. Submit yourselves to His will. Be worthy of His blessings, and you will get His blessings."
We went hiking for P-day. It was the most gorgeous view I have seen so far!!! I love being outside more than anything else. Going out and doing. I love the PHILIPPINES!!!Mahal ko kayong lahat! (My Tagalog has gotten a lot better this week! Not perfect in understanding investigators, but I can have fluent conversations now!)All my love!Sister Porter