[Summary at the very bottom cuz I know not everyone has the time or attention span to read this.]
Today is the first p-day that while hanging out with the district I have not felt like I was about to get hit with a volley/soccer/pickle/foot/
…the pickle ball was hit far over the fence. And down a hill. I actually probably am safe for a bit.
The ball was quickly retrieved so I'll be on my guard as I write this.
This takes me back to the first time the district was here playing pickle ball on my very first p-day in the field. That time I was hit with a football on my ankle. The ball hit my ankle and the elder who tossed it came up and very awkwardly touched my ankle said, “so sorry,” grabbed the football and ran away. Super awkward. I've been hit several other times but that one was so memorable because it was just so awkward.
Update: I got hit. I love pday. Someday I'll learn to catch a ball or kick a ball or not just sit here.
Just kidding I'm being really dramatic, the ball rolled into me.
Anyways I'll be a serious goose now.
Yesterday Elder and Sister Uchtdorf spoke to the young adults of the church yesterday and I got to watch it and it was wonderful. I don't remember much of what they said but I do remember I could feel how much they loved each other and how much they loved the people they were speaking to.
I think that even if people forget what I say I want them to remember how I made them feel. At least if I make them feel good. We communicate with so so much more than our words and that's good because so far I haven't done too much of the talking. But I do a great deal of listening.
I think I'm also pretty good at the body language thing. I read a book about body language for a book report once and it was super interesting and it helps me know how comfortable people are (or more relevantly are not) talking with us.
I'm glad talking to God is easy. Like praying can be super formal or it can be completely silent. Sometimes I write my prayers because sometimes saying them out loud can feel overwhelming sometimes.
Prayer is also easier because God listens. 100% the time. There's never any miscommunication because He speaks our language perfectly and knows us perfectly.
I wish I was better at listening to God.
I guess I get distracted. But I'm trying to learn all of the ways my prayers are answered. I know my prayers are answered in ways unique to me, like things that might only be an answer to me that would be weird or random to other people.
I love prayer. I love that I can talk to God. I love that anyone can talk to God. I love you and I hope you love talking to God.
Still holding to the rod,
Sister Owens
Summary: I don't love getting hit with volley/soccer/pickle/foot/
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