6 MINUTES LEFT!!!!

Hey everyone! Do you know that time ceases to exist as a missionnary. I can barely remember from one day to the next. And now here I am in the cyber cafe and I have 6 minutes before the price goes up another couple euros. Now time decides to kick in.

Ok so sorry for no post last week. We had glorious interviews with president in Cannes (think Cannes film festival -same place. pretty cool huh?)

So no time for MDJs this week. But quick story. I got to go to Nimes and then to Toulouse this past week to see my other Blues. Translation, the other new missionnarries. We had a follow up conference with President. and it was glorious. When I steped off the train and saw my old MTC Companions I thought man, if this is what heaven is like....what's it gonna be like to see my real family again. I don't know if my heart will be able to take it!

I'm nearing the end of Transfer 2. The district prediction is that Germania will go and I will stay. I'm not sure but that's kind of what i'm feeling. Either way I know that the lord is going to give me exactly what I need.

Heard a great song this week and so here is your spiritual message for the week. Amy sent it to me on this freekin awesome cd "women of destiny" Check that out...

K here are the lyrics. It just kind of hit me this week. The Lord really is in charge here and gives us what we need even if we don't understand, He does. Love you guys. I'll let you know what happens next week with transfers...

She sees the storm clouds gather
The sky is turning cold and gray
She knows that somethings coming
when she starts to feel this way

She pleads for intervention
But heaven offers no relief
she would understand if she could only see

Sometimes He lets it rain
He lets the fierce winds blow
Sometimes it takes a storm
to lead a heart where it can grow

He can move mountains of grief
and oceans of pain.
But sometimes he lets it rain.

When her heart surrenders
to the master in control
Her spirit learns the lessons
and the tempest in her soul

when it's no longer raging
She can see how far she's come
through the wisdom and
the mercy of the son

Sometimes He lets it rain
He lets the fierce winds blow
Sometimes it takes a storm to
lead a heart where it can grow

he can move mountains of grief
and oceans of pain
but sometimes He lets it rain.

There is no joy without the pain
Sometimes He has to let it rain.


Pretty good huh?

Love toujour - shai

PS Mom. Skirts? Great. Ceareal/Poetry? Super. Nikki? Sorry. Blame it on France. Promise that it's a sweet package. :)