| Christine Ashley and Generita Francisco |
We said our goodbyes to most of the members and gave hugs
around. One lady made a point of telling me she thought I had done a lot of
good for the branch, that I had made a big difference with the youth. She is
their Sunday School teacher and is close to them. Another lady gave us a small
pot and a card telling us she appreciated us. That meant a lot—she does not
believe anyone can love except God. But her pot said “Love” on it. I thought
that was significant. A friend came by to say goodbye. She feels we were called
to their branch just for her, so she is having a difficult time of it.
We went to the stake center early to set up for the seminary
graduation. Just as the meeting started, I heard a phone ringing. I couldn’t
believe the owner was not turning it off. I finally realized it was an alarm on
my phone going off. I was in panic mode and could not figure out how to turn it
off. I finally left. Sarah followed me out laughing. She tried to help, and we
managed to silence it, but it kept rebooting so it was likely it would start
over. I finally got it to stay off, but I gave her the phone and went back up to
the stand. (I later told Pres. Haws that I need to make sure people notice me,
so I have to create these disruptions. Last year I had a coughing spasm and had
to leave.)
After graduation we said more goodbyes. One of our
missionary moms told me how much she appreciated us. I am sure she feels we are
responsible for her daughter being on her mission. One of my students gave me a
big hug with tears in her eyes. That was a hard goodbye for me. I will miss the
kids.
Monday I had somewhat of a plan and was able to sort of follow
it. Things mostly fit into the car where I had pictured them, so it went OK. I
was driving because Ted wasn’t feeling well. He packed a bunch of stuff around
his feet, so I can’t imagine he was very comfortable. I had packed under both
seats. The burrito lady came by when she finished selling and offered her
suggestions.
The car was nearly packed when Ted realized we hadn’t put in
the loom base. I had to take a few things out to put it where it needed to be,
but it fit well. Then Ted started bringing all the little odds and ends that
needed to fit in. There was room, but it was a little awkward because they were
all loose items so I had to hold them in place while I packed. I was amazed
that we got everything in.
We had to go by another couple’s trailer to drop off our
keys. We visited a bit with them and he gave us each an arrowhead he’d made.
Since we were driving slower than normal to accommodate the heavy load, it took
about two hours longer with stops. I needed to stop about every couple of hours
to walk around a bit. I was pretty nervous about driving in Vegas traffic after
so long, but it wasn’t too bad. Our kids had put up a “Welcome Home” banner with
their families all writing something for it. It was very sweet.
Tuesday we went to get the car washed. While I was waiting a
young man saw my badge and asked where I was from. I told him we had just
arrived home. He had served a mission in Montana and had two Navajo companions.
It was fun to visit with him.
In the evening I took my salad and went to the Relief
Society night meeting. People weren’t exactly sure when we were arriving home,
so it was a bit of a surprise when I showed up. It was fun to see so many
people from the ward. I had been a little apprehensive about whether I would
even know people because there were so many new names on the lists I’d seen,
but I really enjoyed it.
I left early to get Ted and go meet with Pres. Gutierrez. We
had a good visit and shared a few experiences. He had lived in Albuquerque and has
Native American ancestry, so it was fun to visit with him. After a long visit
he thanked us for our service and told us the power behind the badge is the increased
study and prayer that missionaries do and encouraged us to keep the power by
doing what we’ve been doing while on our mission. It was a good experience. He
told us we could take our badges off either now or when we get home. We are officially
finished with our mission.
It has been a good experience to write this blog. It has
forced me to think more about what I do each day and find ways to share those
experiences with friends and family. I will miss the missionary work and the
time I have been able to have to serve and help others. I know this is the work
of the Lord. I know the gospel of Jesus Christ is true. I know Christ is my
Savior and, that because of His sacrifice for me, I can return to live with my
Father in Heaven some day. I know the Book of Mormon is the word of God. I know
Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and that there are prophets and apostles on
the earth today to guide and direct the Lord’s church. I am so grateful for the
privilege I’ve had to teach these youth and the preparation I needed to do
because I was able to learn so much more than I would have otherwise. I am
grateful for the good people I have met and worked with and for the sacrifices
I see in the lives of the missionaries I served with. I’m grateful to God for
giving me this opportunity to grow and become something greater than I would
have otherwise. I am grateful for my family and friends and the love and
prayers and support I have felt from them. I leave this mission with increased
testimony and love for the Lord and for His work. I know He lives. I would
invite anyone who does not yet believe in or accept Christ to sincerely and
prayerfully read the Book of Mormon, and you will come to know He lives. I
close this record and my testimony in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.