December 29, 2014
So family, I'm super glad you sang "A Child's Prayer" in sacrament meeting. That has always been one of m favorites, if not my most favorite songs. "Meu Pai Celestial, Estas mesmo ali" That's the beginning in Portuguese.
IT WAS SO NICE TO SEE YOUR STINKY FACES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love you all. You're all real cute. haha. Elder Maia was saying "sua familia e linda" which means you're all beautiful. ha.
So I just decided to recap the experience that happened that I told you all about. Kind of. I'll tell it again.
On my mission, I've struggled a lot. This has been really hard for me and many times I find myself feeling that I have no purpose being here. One time, President Brum said to me in an interview, "These two years on a mission just may be your time to prove to Heavenly Father that you can endure to the end." It was very interesting to me. I had been having a really hard time. The experience happened while giving a talk in sacrament meeting on the 21st. but, there were some other experiences leading up to it. A couple weeks before, I was angry. It had been a hard week, I was tired, hungry, and grumpy. I just wanted to have a p-day. Ha. And that night I started to think, I was in spiritual agony. I would like to say that I felt a little like Alma the younger. Note quite to that degree, but it wasn't good. and I started to get mad at Heavenly Father. I started to ask how it was all possible and why. why was I suffering? I have been obedient and worked hard my entire mission. and for that I have been called a Brown Noser, A Pharisee, A Hipocrite, A liar, and many other things. I was MAD that night. And I just wanted to know why but I just wasn't willing to be comforted. I was asked that Sunday to give a talk for Christmas about "He is the Gift." About 4 days before, I started a fast with my companion. It was the hardest of my life. It was HOT. I had a headache by 5 P.M. And was unable to sleep and lay in bed crying until about midnight. When I finally decided to take some ibuprofen. While thinking, I was in a lot of pain. And I thought about Jesus and His pain, still not understanding how it was possible that he suffered for everyone there in the Garden of Gethsemane. I once again, was mad. I wrote my talk and prepared for Sunday. As I was going to the pulpit, I had a feeling to just leave my talk in my pocket and speak from the heart. I began to bear my testimony and I felt it stronger and stronger. There at the pulpit I started to cry as I bore my testimony. He was there. Who? Our Savior. I didn't quite see Him, but I knew He was. I didn't say it, but I thought "as sure as we all live, the Savior is here and He lives." I was promised years ago that I would receive my own testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
I would like to bear my testimony to all that I know that Jesus Christ is our Savior and Redeemer. And he loves us.
the week was awesome. Yuichi was baptized on Saturday and I was able to confirm him on Sunday. It has been incredible to see the change in him. His mom was so happy and so was he.
I love you all and hope you have a fantastic week. I will try to send pictures of the week right now, but if not, next week. :)
Love, Elder Scott JACKSON Taylor
And the pictures aren't working today. :( for sure next week.
Holy cown! I'm already on the "serve" of Called to Serve. That's so crazy....