LOST:

You know those days when you feel that sick horrible pit in your stomach that comes when something horribly, terrifyingly, awful has happened that cannot be changed. 

Sort of like the way you felt when you first were caught stealing food...

Or the way you feel when a police officer pulls you over and you know you were speeding and that your license has expired...

Or how you felt when you hit a baseball and it smacked your little sister in the face...

Or when you find your teddy bear ripped to pieces and covered in mud because you have an evil dog...

Or when you admit to cheating on the calculus test... 

Or like when you are at work and you go to happily fill up your water bottle at the fountain and look down only to notice that you no longer are wearing a very important piece of jewelry...

Yeah, my week was like one of those days...

BIRD'S CUSTARD, EXTREME TRAMPOLINE, AND FEELING TRAPPED.

Yes, my past few weeks have been quite interesting.

The first exciting thing that happened was that I found a precious golden treasure at Macey's the other day when I finally went out grocery shopping (literally for the first time in weeks).

What treasure did I stumble across?

None other than the most amazing British Custard brand there is!!! Bird's!!! It is brilliant! Pure, undefiled brilliance. Absolutely lush.

The only issue was the price... As a starving uni student I used every ounce of willpower I posses and did not purchase the treasure.

We shall see how long my endurance can last....

Another exciting thing that happened in the past few weeks was that my fiancé and I went to a great place called 'Extreme Trampoline'. It was incredibly fun!

First we went off the trapeze into the foam pits. Then we did rock climbing, tumbling, trampolines, and all kinds of other fun things. We even did a little bit of jujitsu. 

Finally, I was sitting in B150 of the JFSB (every class I am in this semester is in that room) and I drew something that reflected how I sometimes feel when I sit in that room for too long. 

It is a very good thing I like my classes this semester. 

Today is a sad day. It usually is though on Tuesdays for me. Not every Tuesday, but about every other one. The reason is that I teach at the Missionary Training Center and English speaking missionaries only stay about 12 days. This means that every other Tuesday or so I have to realize that I'll possibly never see those Elders and Sisters ever again.

Last night I had to say goodbye to a district of six elders who are going to serve in Kansas and Colorado. Today is a momentous day for their lives, an exciting day. They get to meet their trainers, go to their first area, and possibly even have their first real lesson. They begin today to experience helping others grow closer to their Savior. They get to go out and do what they have been looking forward to for so long. I am happy for them- even excited! But still I miss them when they leave.

A new district comes in tomorrow. I will love them too. They will teach me and help me to draw nearer to Christ and I strive to help them understand the fundamentals of what it means to serve others out of pure Christlike love.

Yet in only two short weeks they too will leave. They leave to go and serve. The only things from me that go with them are what little they learn, and the prayers I pray for them and those they teach. I know they do not go alone.