tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90132987664058333362024-02-19T09:33:51.180-07:00This Great ADVENTUREJordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-61254898739824885442017-08-07T21:31:00.001-06:002017-08-07T21:45:16.098-06:00Quarter Life Crisis<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alright y'all, I've had a whole lotta thoughts this week, and when I put it on paper it was long enough that I decided to have mercy on everyone's social media by just turning it into a blog post. But honestly y'all know I talk a lot, so really long posts here and there are nothing new. I tried my best to put my thoughts into words, but I always think music can communicate my thoughts and feelings much better than I can...so I added some music videos at the end for your listening pleasure. Anyways, I'm about to get real here, so buckle up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This past year has been the absolute hardest of my life. I've had some high points, but there were also moments where I've never felt lower. I had my share of physical challenges, but all that was made so much harder by the battle going on inside my head. There were months upon months where I felt absolutely stuck in a pit, with no way to escape. I felt empty and hopeless. I never doubted that God existed, but I did hit a point where I no longer believed that he was there for ME. I felt like I stopped receiving answers, and developed this mentality of "I'm giving up on God because he's clearly given up on me." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I felt deserted. I had detached myself from everyone around me. I stopped trying. I lost sight of my goals. I had no idea where I wanted to go or what I wanted out of life. My mind just felt like this foggy, hopeless pit and I had no way to shake it off or move past it. I felt like I hit rock bottom and really the ONLY thing I could do was pray, and that's where I found the light at the end of the tunnel. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I prayed longer, and more genuinely than I had probably ever. I still don't know exactly where I'm going, but I know God loves me and I don't doubt, for the first time in a long time, that things are going to get better and that I am most definitely not alone. God was there for me even when I left him, and when I thought He had left me. I know that He loves me unconditionally, and that He will NEVER leave me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you ever feel lost, depressed, or alone, please know you have a friend in me, but even more so that you have a Heavenly Father who knows you perfectly and is just waiting for you to open the door and let Him in. He loves you. He is there for you, no matter what you've done or how you feel. Honestly I wouldn't wish that feeling of hitting rock bottom on anyone, but if it means everyone could feel God's presence in their life like I have this week, then push through, endure, and pray like crazy until you get there. That love has made all the difference in my life, and for the first time in a long time I know without a doubt that everything is going to be okay. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't write this for attention or for anyone to feel bad for me (literally nothing bothers me more than pity. I'm not about that). Just wanted to get those thoughts outta my system, and to let anyone out there who might be feeling the same way know that they're not alone, that they are loved, and that I PROMISE things do get better, even when it feels like they never will. </span></div>
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Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-16893567430142415702017-01-18T13:36:00.001-07:002017-01-18T13:36:14.836-07:00Love Letter So I posted a while ago about a love letter assignment that I had to submit for a class. I wrote about tacos. By popular demand, I'm dropping it here for your reading pleasure. I dedicate this to all of you who love tacos like I do. Also, consider this my annual blog post because I forget I have one 394 days of the year. Here we go:
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Dear Tacos, </blockquote>
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Where do I begin? You’ve impressed me all my life. As a child, I loved you. I only knew of American tacos at the time, but I loved you just the same. Your massive flour tortilla, juicy ground beef with sour cream and lettuce. “Yum” was all I could say…Literally. Over time, my childhood love turned into desperation. I wanted food, and I wanted it cheap. That was our “Taco Bell” stage. I won’t say any more about that. Even through the hard times, you stuck by my side and filled me with happiness.
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Thankfully, our love has evolved since the Taco Bell days. I remember the first time my friends took me to the local taco truck. My life was forever changed. I could smell the limes from a mile away. I saw Jarrito’s soda and salsa lining the taco truck window, and then…I saw you. The cook passed a plate full of tacos to the man in front of me, and I just couldn’t help myself. The corn tortilla, the carne asada, the cilantro… It all just hit me like a ton of bricks. I ordered you for myself, and the moment you touched my lips, my life was forever changed. “THIS is what tacos should be like,” I thought. It was a blissful moment.</blockquote>
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I know time has passed since then, but I still think of you just as fondly. I’m sure to find you, wherever I may be. I thought you were gone forever when I left Florida, but turns out it was only the beginning of our journey. I couldn’t find you at our favorite taco truck anymore, but since then I have discovered a plethora of taco stands downtown, just waiting to reunite us. My friends still send photos of that taco truck, thinking that it will make me jealous and convince me to return. What they don’t know is that I have a piece of you with me everywhere I go. In the fridge waiting for lunch, at the local Mexican restaurant, one of those taco stands… Nothing can keep us apart, for I know you’ll find a way to me regardless of distance or circumstance. We have a love that few understand, many envy, and some even resent. All I can do is share my love in attempt to spread the same happiness that you have brought me.</blockquote>
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Forever yours,
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Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-35528646520884931752016-06-16T04:32:00.000-06:002016-06-16T04:35:27.790-06:00ChangesWell, to be completely honest I forgot that I even had a blog.<br />
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It's been over a year since I've posted. I doubt anyone's really noticed, but I'm back anyways. Ha. Hey guys.<br />
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A WHOLE lot has happened since my last post... I mean, I would hope so... It's been almost a year and a half. EEK!<br />
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Let me update you. Clearly, I came back from my mission in November 2014. I started working at Walgreens (for, like, a month), and then I landed the GREATEST job with wonderful people and an incredible company in a pediatrics office. I was there for over a year and I loved [almost] every minute of it.<br />
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Over the past year and a half I've done a whole lot of growing, and a whooooole lot of learning. I wish I could eloquently summarize all that I've been through since last January, but I don't know how. I've had to learn lessons the hard way and some of those moments have been seriously difficult, but I've let them shape me into something better. Now I know what I want for my future and there's no settling for anything less.<br />
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Anyways, after a year in pediatrics I realized it was time for another big step- pursuing my education. (Gross, I know).<br />
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At the beginning of the year I was accepted to LDS Business College, where I will be returning once again to pursue my Associates degree. Committing to a school in Salt Lake unfortunately means one thing- MOVING.<br />
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JORDAN TAKES SALT LAKE CITY (yes, again)...<br />
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Let's talk about that real quick. You might be sensing a bit of Deja Vu right now. That would be because only 4 years ago, I graduated high school and immediately moved to Utah in pursuit of the exact same thing. I was ready to be out on my own, leave the small town behind, and spread my wings in the big city. I thought I had it all figured out. I fully intended on staying, finishing my degree, and then seeing what life had to offer after that point. Well, God had another plan. I made a lot of big changes in my own life, had a desire to serve a mission, quit school, tried to save money and prepared to serve the people of California and Brazil. Just like that.<br />
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That being said, here I am 4 years later with the same objectives as my 18 year old self. This time I'm definitely better equipped for the task than I was then, so hopefully good things are coming. Spiritually I grew leaps and bounds last time I was here, and while I will always have room for improvement in that regard, I know that I have so much more to learn in this city. I know I'll be tried and tested and this whole process is going to kick my trash, but I am ready!<br />
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My dad and I road tripped all the way from Florida to Utah 2 weeks ago. It was incredibly hard to say goodbye, but I know I'll be back soon enough. Really though, all of my friends are getting married soooo I have to be there for the weddings... So many weddings.<br />
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I got a job with Intermountain Healthcare and I start on Monday, and I CANNOT WAIT. Honestly. Being unemployed in (sort of) new place 2,500 miles away from all your friends does bad, bad things to a person. I find things to occupy my time, but I have nowhere I have to be, no one to see, nothing to do... (cue Perfectly Lonely by John Mayer. That's my life.) BUT I know I'll be running around like crazy soon and I'll be wishing for this time back.. The grass is always greener on the other side, right?<br />
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ANYWAYS, during this process, one word keeps coming to mind. <b>REBUILD</b>.<br />
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Rebuild. Since I've been home, I've been building up a life in Florida all by myself, and in retrospect it was actually pretty dang good. I LOVE the people I surrounded myself with. I loved my job. My church group. Friends. Our weekend taco truck runs. I was living the life. But looking back, it took a lot of time and LOTS of work to get to that point. I worked hard, played hard, and put my blood, sweat and tears into making that life.<br />
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So here I am now, with the opportunity to start fresh and REBUILD. To work and sweat and fight and pray until my life is put back together again.<br />
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I read an article a while back that was talking about stress, and he told a story about lobsters and how they grow. They are soft creatures living within an outer shell which protects them, but it does not grow with them. As they grow, the shell becomes uncomfortable and tight. It no longer fits them. When the shell becomes to small, they hide under rocks for protection, removes the original shell, and produces another- and this process repeats itself as the lobster continues to grow. This man related this story to stress, and pointed out that the only reason that the lobster hides and sheds their shell is because they become uncomfortable. These times of discomfort are merely times for growth. We grow under moments of adversity. That being said, this move has been tough. It's not all fun and wild dreams. It takes work. It's uncomfortable. In Florida, I was growing and found myself in a place where I needed to shed that smaller shell. While it's easy to forget how much time and effort went into my life there, it's so important to remember that I built it there, and I can rebuild here in Utah. This move is an opportunity for more growth. Because of this step, I know now that I have more room to grow into the person I need to be. Those things I had in Florida? I'll get that back. I'll get that and more. It's just a matter of work, patience, and trust in the Lord.<br />
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Life is good!
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQDbjIh3_Ts"></a>Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-24899045055733597952015-01-03T01:19:00.001-07:002015-01-03T01:20:40.011-07:00Good Things To Come<div dir="ltr">The past two weeks have been incredible, guys.<div><br></div><div>Sometimes things are really hard and you kind of lose sight of the big picture.</div><div><br></div><div>And sometimes something falls into replace and you remember that God has a plan for you and you are really just super blessed.</div><div><br></div><div>Since I've been home it's been a lot of the first one.</div><div><br></div><div>But the past two weeks have definitely been all about the latter.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And it's 100% of a few things I learned from my mission</div><div>1- Trust God and believe in good things to come</div><div>2- ENDURE TO THE END</div><div>3- Pray and Fast and Act and repeat until you see it working. Don't doubt. Don't give up.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>It's fool-proof.</div><div><br></div><div>Two weeks ago, I woke up and told myself I was going to get a job that week. I've put in a billion and two applications and done my part and nothing was working and no one was seeing me, so I thought I was done with Florida and trying my luck somewhere else.. It didn't seem likely at the moment, but I decided I needed to be here and that one way or the other I was getting a job and I was going to stay.</div><div><br></div><div>I've become 900% aware that I cannot do a single thing on my own, so naturally I had to take it up with the Man upstairs. "Hey, so you probably got the memo but I am going to get a job this week. I need your help. Let me know what to do or where to go or work some of your magic or prepare somewhere or SOMETHING. I'm doing my part, just help me out please. Thanks." I prayed about it, I fasted about it (because the mission also taught me that fasting is important and even essential in getting respostas.... responses?... answers. Answers...yeah). </div><div><br></div><div>So that happened and I went on my marry little way. Maybe 2 days later I get a text from my friend saying her manager wanted to set up an interview for Wednesday. UH OKAY. The interview went well and she said the people who got the job will know the day after Christmas or on Saturday.... Thursday....Friday...Saturday passed... no call. I gave up on Walgreens but shook it off. "WHATEVER. I've still got one day to get a job. So what if Walgreens doesn't want me. I don't want Walgreens, either. Fine."<br></div><div><br></div><div>Then Sunday came. I was headed to church. I had a missed call from Walgreens.</div><div><br></div><div>Obvs I jumped on that and called right back.....</div><div><br></div><div>My new boss-lady told me I GOT THE JOB.</div><div><br></div><div>DANG STRAIGHT I DID, GOD'S ON MY SIDE!</div><div><br></div><div>But really.</div><div><br></div><div>Blessings are real and when we trust God, He makes things happen.</div><div><br></div><div>Literally it was exactly 1 week from the day I had decided and prayed about getting a job that week.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>So this week I've been working and it's exhausting and satisfying and every aspect of my life is better and balanced because of it.</div><div><br></div><div>Today was day 3 of work and it was a bit rough, but I had some incredible friends who surprised me with a visit<i> exactly</i> as they were needed. </div><div><br></div><div>I wasn't planning on a post this week, but I've just been thinking a lot about that and I am completely amazed seeing that EVERY TIME that I<i> honestly </i>have a problem or a goal and I take it up with my Heavenly Father, something happens. It works, and it works way more smoothly and greater than it would had it been by myself.</div><div><br></div><div>Life is so much more simple when you know that. God is there.He loves us. He wants to help us. Counsel with Him, and all will be well. Everyone needs a reminder of that sometimes. We try to perfect ourselves in Him, and He just blesses us... over and over and over again. </div><div><br></div><div><a class="" name="32" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">32 </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">Yea, </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">come</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> unto Christ, and be </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">perfected</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> in him, and </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">deny </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">yourselves of all ungodliness; and if ye shall deny yourselves of all ungodliness, and </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">love</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> God with all your might, mind and strength, then is his grace sufficient for you, that by his grace ye may be </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">perfect</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> in Christ; and if by the grace of God ye are perfect in Christ, ye can in nowise deny the power of God.</span><br></div><div><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><br></span></div><div>The Gospel is perfect. God's plan is perfect. Life is good.<span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><br></span></div><div><br></div><div>If you don't <i>know </i>that with every fiber of your being, pray and prove it and work and plead for help until you do. You'll get an answer every time.</div><div><br></div><div>Until next time :)</div><div><br></div><div><font face="comic sans ms, sans-serif">Jordan</font></div><div><font face="comic sans ms, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="comic sans ms, sans-serif"><br></font></div></div>
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/8nczw6xHJ0I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-23315199141753896212014-12-15T02:34:00.001-07:002014-12-15T02:34:27.264-07:00Patience, Inspiration, and Late Night Revelation.<div dir="ltr">So it's been a month (and three days to be exact) that I've been back here in the sunshine state. One month FLEW. There's not much happening to be honest, but I've already learned a whole lot of somethings because of this bunch of nothing that isn't happening... ya following me here?<div><br></div><div>Let me tell ya about it. </div><div><br></div><div>This week has been especially rough. A whole lot that I wasn't prepared for or expecting, and a whole lot of trying that isn't resulting in progress and a WHOLE lot of job apps that don't seem to be looked at no matter how many times I call or go into the stores or how many prayers I've sent just looking for answers. It's really, really obnoxious when you want the world NOW and God has a better and bigger plan, if you would just CALM YOURSELF for 10 seconds and accept that.</div><div><br></div><div>That's not a strength of mine. I like to have a plan and I like life to go according to plan. I like organization and success. That's all kind of ran off since I came home. On my mission I had a set schedule, 100% of my efforts were focused on people other than me. My entire purpose was to help OTHERS to come unto Christ. I wake up, study, eat, teach, plan, sleep, repeat. It was golden. Every few months the mission President calls and tells you that God has another plan and you're being transferred to another area, but then you get there and you adjust and it's like a well-oiled machine. All along you know your purpose and where you're going and you know that God wants you there. </div><div><br></div><div>Real life is a different story. I know God loves me and has a plan for me, but I can't tell you where He wants me right now or why or WHY I DIDN'T GET A JOB THE DAY I WALKED OFF THE PLANE. (I'm getting over that now, I've just never had difficulty getting a job. It's new territory for me.) There's no transfer call, the purpose is eternal and a lot broader and there are a lot of other things you have to balance while remembering that God loves you and that there are bigger things than what's stressing you out right now. I just remembered that today. </div><div><br></div><div>There has been a lot of soul searching and LOTS of praying (begging, really, but it's whatever), lots of studying (still room for improvement, let's be honest) and a few tender mercies in between the really tough days. </div><div><br></div><div>That's brought me to where I am right now. The entire month that I've been home has been asking these same questions; What do I do now? Where do I need to go? Should I stay here? Should I move? Why don't I have a job yet? Where should I work? What does the man upstairs want from me right now? HELP ME PLEASE?</div><div><br></div><div>I've been pretty obnoxious asking a whole lot of questions and making a whole lot of requests as to what I think would be good or cool to have in my life right now.</div><div><br></div><div>Then I went to church this afternoon. YSA wards, man. I'm still trying to enjoy it, but the lessons today were TOP. In Relief Society they had mentioned a scripture in Doctrine and Covenants 58, and I didn't really focus on it but I knew I liked it. So naturally, I forgot all about it after church. I came home, ate, made a few more requests and sent a few more questions to the Man upstairs. Decided to go to sleep, rolled around for a while, but I was thinking so much of everything that was going on and recognizing little answers and Doctrine and Covenants 58 came to mind. For whatever reason the ONLY time this deep inspiration/study motivation/answers/etc comes is extremely late at night when the only thing I want to do is sleep. But I mean no complaints, I'll take it when I can get it.</div><div><br></div><div>So I read. </div><div><br></div><div>Turns out all that I needed was in this chapter. </div><div><br></div><div>I wouldn't have been ready for it nor listened to it had i read it before, but today it was perfect.</div><div><br></div><div>I had a lil Q&A session tonight, just me and God via Doctrine and Covenants.</div><div><br></div><div>Number One:</div><div> Q: Mmkay this isn't so cool any more I'm kind of tired of this, I get that the trials are for me to learn but really now it's been a long month</div><div><br></div><div> A: <font size="1"><a class="" name="2" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background:transparent"> </a><span class="" style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background:transparent">2 </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">For verily I say unto you, blessed is he that</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">keepeth</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">my commandments, whether in life or in</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">death; and he that is</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">faithfulin</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">tribulation, the</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">reward</span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> </span><span style="color:rgb(47,57,58);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;line-height:22px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">of the same is greater in the kingdom of heaven.</span></font></div><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><font size="1"><a class="" name="3" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background:transparent"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background:transparent">3 </span>Ye cannot behold with your natural eyes, for the present time, the design of your God concerning those things which shall come hereafter, and the glory which shall follow after much tribulation.</font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><font size="1"><a class="" name="4" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">4 </span>For after much tribulation come the blessings. Wherefore the day cometh that ye shall be crowned with much glory; the hour is not yet, but is nigh at hand.</font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"> Okay, <span style="color:rgb(84,84,84);line-height:18.2000007629395px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;background-color:rgb(255,255,255)">touché. </span></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif">Q: </span><font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif">Okay then I get that, but still.. What do ya want me to do? Where do ya want me? Just tell me where to go and I'll do it. I'm all in. Let's go. I just need a lil direction.</font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">A: <font size="1"><a class="" name="26" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background:transparent"> </a><span class="" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background:transparent">26 </span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif">For behold, it is not meet that I should command in all things; for he that is</span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif">compelled</span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif">in all things, the same is a</span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif">slothful</span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif">and not a wise servant; wherefore he receiveth no reward.</span></font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><font size="1"><a class="" name="27" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background:transparent"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background:transparent">27 </span>Verily I say, men should be anxiously engaged in a good cause, and do many things of their own free will, and bring to pass much righteousness;</font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><font size="1"><a class="" name="28" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background:transparent"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background:transparent">28 </span>For the power is in them, wherein they are agents unto themselves. And inasmuch as men do good they shall in nowise lose their reward</font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><font size="1"><a class="" name="29" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">29 </span>But he that doeth not anything until he is commanded, and receiveth a commandment with doubtful heart, and keepeth it with slothfulness, the same is damned.</font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif">Alright fine I get it. No more transfer calls. No more "Hey Sister Morrill, I need you RIGHT HERE and I need you to take a bus at 9 PM on Sunday night to get there and you'll meet your companion when you get off and yall will choose together what to do and I'll be with you okay?"</font></p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">You're a grown woman, GET YO'SELF TOGETHER. We're back to real life. We choose and we act and we make mistakes or good choices and we get consequences, and that's part of the thrill of it. Nothing is for certain, but if we do what we know is right, so many of our decisions, whether or not they are perfectly made and organized, will still be for our benefit. We're here to learn and grow. We can't wait to be physically placed exactly where God wants us and wait for all of it to fall into place. We've got to make the path and ask God for the help along the way.</p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">So now is the time to decide. If they don't have what I want or need here, I can go. I can stay. I can look harder. I can find somewhere with other opportunities. I'm not assigned a mission or a companion. I choose. I can do anything, and it's completely up to me. I still don't know exactly where I'm headed or what I'll do with it, but God trusts me and I trust Him to lead me right. </p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)">Truthfully, I thought I learned this "relying on God" lesson on my mission, but what I'm really learning is that that is exactly what the test is on earth. We're going to be tested and tried and it's going to be hard and lines are going to be blurred and we're going to have to choose hard things. And each of our decisions will bring us a step closer or a step further from God, but every time we choose good and ask Him for the help or strength or whatever we may need.. He'll be there. It's not a question. The only question is if we will trust that or not.</p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><a class="" name="8" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">8 </span>¶For my thoughts <span class="" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;font-style:italic;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">are</span> not your thoughts, neither <span class="" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;font-style:italic;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">are</span> your waysmy ways, saith the <span class="" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;font-variant:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">Lord</span>.</p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><a class="" name="9" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(72,111,174);background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial"> </a><span class="" style="margin:0px 1px 0px 0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">9 </span>For <span class="" style="margin:0px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;font-style:italic;background-image:initial;background-color:transparent;background-repeat:initial">as</span> the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my wayshigher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.</p><p class="" style="margin:0px 0px 20px;padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;line-height:22px;font-stretch:normal;color:rgb(47,57,58);background:rgba(255,255,255,0.00784314)"><font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif">He knows better, and He's never changing. We can trust in Him and trust in the ability that He has given us to choose for ourselves. We have our road map. We have our scriptures, prayer, and a living prophet on the earth today. We have the Spirit's guidance. We are unstoppable.</font></p></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-72183111141029029522014-11-25T04:51:00.001-07:002014-11-25T04:55:52.662-07:00What's that?<div dir="ltr"><div>You thought this was over? You thought I was done?</div><div><br></div><div>OF COURSE NOT.</div><div><br></div><div>I figured.... why stop in the mission? Those weekly letters are everything on the mission, why wouldn't I find joy in it now? I love sharing. Time, stories, food... I love sharing what's going on and hearing from others, so I'm continuing this blog to try to continue that habit, and hopefully somewhere along the way someone gets something out of this, and maybe it will do good for someone somewhere.</div><div><br></div><div>Let's talk about RM life thus far.</div><div><br></div><div>I've been home for 13 days. </div><div><br></div><div>It took me 9 to watch a normal movie. The movie was Mockingjay pt 1. It was intense.. I then had to have a Hunger Games marathon the next day because I had never seen Catching Fire, nor remembered what the whole thing was really about. That was a lot of movie time. A lot of violent movie time. It was rockin. Just different after a year and a half of Jesus 24/7. #RMprobs</div><div><br></div><div>Hugs are nice. I'll hug anyone and (almost) everyone. Minus the creepers. I'm dreading going to the YSA branch because giving a homecoming talk or stake conference are no longer valid excuses anymore. This Sunday it's just YSA and I. Baby steps, baby steps.</div><div><br></div><div>In case anyone missed it, this happened.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn74m2sGtGMV8N2XHZzyTiHNgIUXiWX9ZzgFRpO-diT1UE-xcGxzmjuUu3YYvkfPoD0r0Lp70ttHTGWyJtC43M4Foe0kkApBlmVaXu0tgdNIIl0mTUQTBiWOREWFcP6xbbG-OhnUH5IM/s1600/AwkoTaco.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn74m2sGtGMV8N2XHZzyTiHNgIUXiWX9ZzgFRpO-diT1UE-xcGxzmjuUu3YYvkfPoD0r0Lp70ttHTGWyJtC43M4Foe0kkApBlmVaXu0tgdNIIl0mTUQTBiWOREWFcP6xbbG-OhnUH5IM/s400/AwkoTaco.png" /></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>That one's still fresh. I don't want to talk about that right now.</div><div><br></div><div>But I'll get over it.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I have been eating unholy amounts of Taco Bell (specifically for the Baja Blasts and Crunchwrap Supreme, if you must know).</div><div><br></div><div>I speak to myself in Portuguese when no one's around. People tell me I have a latino accent. </div><div><br></div><div>I always joked about the RM's (as young as 5 days off the mish to 50 years) who go on "well on my mission, we...." rants... </div><div>But I have become one of them. But it's where I've spent the last year and a half of my life, so give me a break.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm looking for a job. I'm hoping to marry a rich man one day so I can not work or look for jobs. PS everyone.. I mean EVERYONE talks about marriage and I can't handle it right now. I don't recognize anyone on facebook because they all got hitched and changed their last names. I came back and it's all the same but it's all different. I don't know how to explain it. My life plan right now is the following:</div><div> *get a job</div><div> *save money from said job</div><div> *get an apartment</div><div> *stay in said apartment at least til my sister graduates in may</div><div> *if I still have money saved, roadtrip to California and everywhere in between for the summer</div><div> </div><div>and then</div><div> *figure the rest of my life out.</div><div><br></div><div>so in case you were curious, there it is. </div><div><br></div><div>That's it.</div><div><br></div><div>The first two weeks really haven't been too crazy, I'm just trying to get unlost and it's just frustrating, sooooo I'll get back to ya when exciting things start happening again okay? okay. beleza.</div><div><br></div><div>PEACE, Y'ALL</div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div>Jordan.</div><div><br></div><div>Just Jordan.</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-47559737265181508672014-11-10T03:40:00.001-07:002014-11-10T03:40:18.931-07:00I´M COMIN´ HOME TO YOUUUU<div dir="ltr">Hey yall.<div><br></div><div>So I´m in the mission office. We´re having interviews with President. Tomorrow I get that AIRPLANE HOME! </div><div><br></div><div>Carol got baptized on Friday. Our ´´capela´´ is a huge yellow house rented and there is a little swimming pool in the back... that´s where she got baptized. BASK. It was raining half the week and it was so important for Carol to be baptized in ´´her capela´´, but it wasn´t looking possible, BUT with miracles do Senhor the rain stopped around 4 PM and the baptism started at 7:30 as planned! </div><div><br></div><div>IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. </div><div><br></div><div>I think my memory card has a virus, so if anyone at home knows how to fix that without losing all of my photos por favor help me when I get there this week... I´ll show yall fotos and what not when I get home ;)</div><div><br></div><div>PS I PREACHED TO A BUS FULL OF PEOPLE IN BRASIL THIS WEEK. IT WAS SICK. 20 SECONDS OF COURAGE, BABY.</div><div><br></div><div>See ya Wednesday ;)</div><div><br></div><div>Pela última vez,</div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-55678429688197977152014-11-03T10:14:00.001-07:002014-11-03T10:14:01.628-07:00IT´S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN<div dir="ltr">Hey guys.<div><br></div><div>Remember how it´s been a whole week since I wrote my last letter? </div><div><br></div><div>Take that time, and add one more day and I´ll be on the airplane home. Add one MORE day and I will be hugging everybody that I love in the USA and listening to the new Garth Brooks CD. Life is sweet.</div><div><br></div><div>But... this is my VERY LAST WEEK AS A MISSIONARY EVER. WHAT WHAT? I still feel like Sister Marchetti and Sister Hittrich and all of the missionaries I knew before the mish are still out there, but they´ve all been home foreverrrrr already. Time flies. I´ll be joining the RM ranks soon. Weird. I´m still a kid.</div><div><br></div><div>But this week was bomb. </div><div><br></div><div>Let me tell ya about it.</div><div><br></div><div>Monday night. Magical things ALWAYS happen on Monday nights. My entire mission. I don´t know what it is, but Monday nights are golden. We had a family night in the house of Rosa. Carol was there, and everyone was late so it just became ´´talk to Carol about her doubts and introduce the plan of salvation´´ time. Carol had a dream about some elder (she couldn´t see his face, just some elder) talking to her about the priesthood and asking her something about if she wanted comfort or health or what not... She was just really confused because she´s never really heard of it, but we were MIND BLOWN because we know that there are priesthood blessings for health or comfort, and we explained to her and it was sweet. But we introduced a little bit of the plan of salvation, where we came from, where we were before we came to earth and what not, and that was all for the day. But after the message we were chatting and getting ready to leave, and out of NO WHERE Carol started talking to me.</div><div><br></div><div>´´I don´t know if I´ll be able to be baptized before the 10th, Sister!´´ (bc she knows that I´ll be headed home by then). </div><div><br></div><div>I was caught off guard because we did not ever say the word baptism this time, but i tried to play cool.</div><div><br></div><div>´´oh yeah? why not?´´</div><div><br></div><div>´´oh because blá blá blá´´</div><div><br></div><div>and then I laid it down.</div><div><br></div><div>´´Look girl. We love you a freaking lot. We´re thinking about you a lot. We´re praying for you a lot. And we feel like you´re going to be ready your baptism by the 8th. You´re THE most prepared person we´ve ever met. Are you down?</div><div><br></div><div>Carol: ´´Ya know, I think you´re right. Maybe i´m ready. We´ll work for it then.</div><div><br></div><div>And that was it and we let her go.</div><div><br></div><div>Then we had a lesson with her on HALLOWEEN. Halloween isn´t even a thing here, but Carol and Rosa wanted to do something with us so bad, so they set up this baskly halloween get up all over Rosa´s house and we had a little lesson with Carol, and it was all normal, and her friend Tainá said she was going to be baptized on the 8th in Chapecó 1st ward. It was cool.</div><div><br></div><div>Then on SATURDAY we went to see Carol and her bro Pedro at her house, and we were just conversing, and she said ´´Hey, so we´ve got a compromisso on the 8th, néh?´´ </div><div><br></div><div>and we were just like ´´Oh yeah, do we?´´</div><div><br></div><div>and she shook her head yes.</div><div><br></div><div>´´WAIT.. WE DO?!´´</div><div><br></div><div>So Carol accepted to be baptized on the 8th.</div><div><br></div><div>Then on Sunday we found out that she would have to work on Saturday. </div><div><br></div><div>So she decided she would be baptized THIS FRIDAY. </div><div><br></div><div>I love her love her love her. This is THE BEST way to leave this mission. We´re praying that all goes well and everyone stays firm and happy and it´s going to be great. I am so excited. BUT the miracles didn´t stop there. </div><div><br></div><div>But before I get to that, on Tuesday i had exchanges with Sister Soares in Chapecó 2 and it was top and we had a bask and she goes home with me. I cannot wait for that Brasilian to get her booty to the US next year because I adore her. </div><div><br></div><div>On Saturday we visited Angelita and Sebastião and their son Richard. They are incredible and we had a powerhouse lesson with them, and THEY CAME TO CHURCH YESTERDAY. </div><div><br></div><div>Not only that, but there were 8 INVESTIGATORS AT CHURCH YESTERDAY. Richard, Luiz, Marilí´s husband and son, Carol and Pedro, and two more that I don´t even know. THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN. IIIII BELIEVE IN MIIIIRACLESSSSSS. Church was wonderful. Bishop Daison told me to talk in Sacrament meeting next week since I´m going, so that´s whatever but it´s fine it´ll be good. It´s just going to have to be different than the one I share when I get home, because there´s n o w a y that i´ll conseguir falar ing... be able to speak english straight if i try to translate. English is just going to be weird any way. But it´s whatever. I´ll get there.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>SEE YALL AT HOME WEDNESDAY MORNING. 10 AM. TAMPA AIRPORT. BE THERE.</div><div><br></div><div>It´s gonna be sweet. </div><div><br></div><div>See ya in 8 days ;)</div><div><br></div><div>LOVE YALL.</div><div><br></div><div>SISTER MORRILL</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-28075664362760249812014-10-27T11:24:00.001-06:002014-10-27T11:24:18.634-06:002..<div dir="ltr">Guys I´m panicking (don´t even know if that´s right but portuguese has ruined my english and i don´t even care anymore). <div><br></div><div>I´m pretty sure I wrote my FIRST email of this transfer YESTERDAY... But here I am in the lan house again and Suddenly it´s WEEK 5 of the transfer... 2 more weeks.. HOW?</div><div><br></div><div>But I´m trying to get over it.</div><div><br></div><div>This week was good. A little tense (weekly companionship meltdowns... but we love each other and we just laugh and sing and make ´´sister missionary life´´ parodies to songs we remember before the mish until it´s not tense anymore.. Sister probz) But the week over all was really freaking good.</div><div><br></div><div>Tuesday started with EXCHANGES. I was in Chapecó 2 with SISTER NOVOA. IT WAS GREAT. We have grown SO MUCH in the past 6 months apart, it´s ridiculous. I don´t know how it happened or how i learned portuguese or what exactly changed in both of us but it was incredible to see the difference. Basically life was good on Tuesday.</div><div><br></div><div>Thursday we had an exposiçâo do Livro de Mormon... I don´t even know what exposition means in english but maybe google translate can help yall. But we went downtown to the praça, set up a bunch of super crente banners about the story of the book of mormon, which basically gives the entire story of the restoration of the gospel and prophets and everything.. we started flagging people down and talking to them about the gospel and try to guide them to the banners to teach them the restoration and invite them to read the book of mormon. the thing MOST crente that I´ve already done in my life. I hated it in the beginning. But then it was a lil catchy and by the end i was basking in making people listen to me talk about the church of JESUS CHRIST ON THE EARTH TODAY. It was pretty great. I have become such a missionary and I don´t know where it came from. </div><div><br></div><div>We taught Carol and she is incredible and I´m still hoping she decides to get baptized on November 8th before I go home but we´ll see what happens. She is just a love of a person. I adore her. </div><div><br></div><div>Well that´s all i got for now, time to go but I love yall and I´ll talk to ya next week... and then AT HOME!</div><div><br></div><div>Peace out.</div><div><br></div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-30314152366445783982014-10-20T11:34:00.001-06:002014-10-20T11:34:43.988-06:003...<div dir="ltr">I can´t believe it´s been a whole week already. I feel like I was here YESTERDAY. <div><br></div><div>But it´s cool.</div><div><br></div><div>We had exchanges in Efapi on Tuesday and it was cool. Super nice to get a breath of fresh air in another area. I was with Sister Mickelsen all day and it was a bask.</div><div><br></div><div>But then Wednesday happened. We came home. We worked our trash off. We came home that night.. and found 11 cockroaches. and a spider the size of my hand. Not exaggerating. We were up til midnight killing those suckers. We woke up the next day and found some more...and every night since then we have walked in the door and began our hunt for cockroaches. It´s been ridiculous. We should be moving apartments soon because ours is AWFUL and full of mold and it´s super humid and basically being home is awful there. </div><div><br></div><div>I´m really tired.</div><div><br></div><div>So there´s a missionary from my ward here who came home this week, his name is Maicon. He has to have a surgery and then he´ll go back out to the field when he´s recovered, but he came home on Friday, and we happened to pass by his mom´s house around the time that everyone was home and we saw everything go down and his mom was all weirded out that her son was actually standing in her house again and we saw him be released that night, we went to a wedding, went back to share a message with Rosa (Maicon´s mom) and her family, AND they had a friend there the whole time. Carol. She´s tight with the family. She´s not a member. She´s the sweetest thing ever. We´ve talked to her a little bit before, but Friday was perfect. We got to really talk to her and she came to church on Sunday to see Maicon´s talk. Everything was just perfect. I´m expecting miracles with this girl.</div><div><br></div><div>It was SO weird being in that house seeing everything happen. Maicon has a year and a half on the mission already, so he´s legitimately 3 weeks ahead of where i´d be.. 3 weeks from now I`LL be home and it´s all going to be strange and I love my family and friends and everyone, but I do not imagine myself anywhere else other than right here, right now. I am a brasilian. I was born for this place. I don´t actually believe that I only have 3 weeks left in this place. But it´s all going to work itself out and it´ll be great and right now I have the greatest calling on the planet, and I´m happy with it. Pretty please prepare all the brasilians for me when I get back home, because we are going to drink chimarrão and do brasilian things because I´m already missing it and I´m not even gone yet!</div><div><br></div><div>I LOVE YALL. See ya next week!</div><div><br></div><div>-Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-61907897101790275772014-10-13T13:04:00.001-06:002014-10-13T13:04:17.786-06:00Can you hear it?<div dir="ltr">It´s the sound of TRUNKINESS.<div><br></div><div>I´m not even trunky... not a lot.</div><div><br></div><div>But MAN, a girl gets some emails from friends and family and basically I am PUMPED to see yall. I never ever ever want to leave Brasil, but if I have to, it´s gotta be with all yall out there. I miss yall.</div><div><br></div><div>BUT THIS WEEK.</div><div><br></div><div>LEMME TELL YA BOUT IT.</div><div><br></div><div>I have NEVER been so exhausted in my entire life. I thought I´d already felt the worst on the mish. Nope. This week just slapped me in the face. We had mission leadership council on Tuesday, so we travelled all night on Sunday, got to Floripa on Monday, prepped junk with the other STL´s for MLC the next day, woke up EARLY on Tuesday, meetings, worked with the Floripa sisters til our bus came at 9 PM, and we got home at 6 AM Monday morning. The rest of the week we have just been RUNNING like no other working and trying to teach and finding new investigators and we´re getting to bed late every night because there´s so much to do and we´re waking up early because of leadership meetings and things that we don´t have time to do during the day and basically there is just not a word to describe how tired I am. It´s getting way hot here and it just takes away whatever little bit of energy you may have had.</div><div><br></div><div>Sister Haight is stinking INCREDIBLE. We were on an ônibus, coming home from the boondocks of our area, and hadn´t had much time to talk to people for the day. Sister Haight looked around and saw all the people on the bus (22 people to be exact). We chatted a little bit, she stood up, walked to the front of the bus, and started legit PREACHING to these 22 people. ´´Good night everyone! I´m Sister Haight, this is my friend Sister Morrill, and we´re missionaries!´´ she went on to tell em all about the Book of Mormon and God´s plan for them and testified, told them all goodbye, and pulled the cord to get off on the next bus stop. It was incredible. I´ve never seen anyone with that kind of courage. I thought she was crazy, but she´s got GUTS. We were walking home and I was just speechless, but I started talking like ´´soooo... do ya do that often??`` She told me how she watched this movie (I bought a zoo? something like that. Don´t have a clue.) and it talks about having 20 seconds of courage. Just prep yourself up and GO FOR IT. the first moments are hard and awkward and what not, but forget it and just GO. But she put it into practice and now she´s preaching on the bus. NO REGRETS. I want to be like that. I´m never going to regret it, but the stories are going to be baskly. 29 more days to make some stories and see some miracles!</div><div><br></div><div>Gabriel and Eduarda were baptized on Saturday. It was FANTASTIC. I don´t know why I´m suddenly being so blessed and seeing these things happen. Miracles. </div><div><br></div><div>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SEEEESTER JAYCEE. 18 WHAT WHAAAT!</div><div><br></div><div>I´m out of time. Talk to you next week. </div><div><br></div><div>LOVE YALL!</div><div><br></div><div>-Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-10816182550045072182014-10-06T09:39:00.001-06:002014-10-06T09:39:27.818-06:00MY LAST FIRST WEEK<div dir="ltr">So I´m sitting here in São Jose. The coast next to Floripa. We have mission leadership counsel tomorrow, with alllllll the leadership in the mish and we get to chat it up about how to make this crazy place better, so that should be interesting. Sister Haight and I had to take a 9 hour bus ride ACROSS THE STATE to get here. Floripa at 5 AM this morning, and São Jose a couple hours later, and we are now exhausted and hungry. <div><br></div><div style>Let me just start off by telling yall how much I LOVE MY COMPANION. She´s incredible. She´s from Indiana. We´re soul sisters. Holy crap. I love her. It´s been a week and it feels like we´ve been comps the entire mish. We just laugh all day long and share Jesus with people and throw rocks at the Rottweilers that chase us (yes that really happened, but don´t worry about it.) We are KICKING BUTT HERE. Working like nobody´s business and we´re both pretty freaking fantastic at portuguese (yeah, my GH is showing... wait, that doesn´t make sense in english but just leave it) I love Campos Novos, but that area was kicking my trash and I forgot how cool it is to be a missionary. I KNOW that i´m going to head out RUNNING this transfer. We´re killing it. Not everyone (or anyone) accepts, but we are doing all in OUR power, then the choice is up to them.</div><div style><br></div><div style>WAIT THERE WAS A MIRACLE.</div><div style><br></div><div style>So a few months ago I went on exchanges in Chapecó. I taught this ROCKING family, the mom was less active and they were teaching her 11 year old daughter, Eduarda. Last week I got here, and Sister Haight was telling me about this family that just moved to our area from another ward in Chapecó. I was like ´´whoa that´s like the same story as that one family i taught here´´´....TURNS OUT IT´S THE SAME FAMILY. I GOT TRANSFERRED HERE AND THEY MOVED INTO MY AREA AT THE SAME TIME. Now Débora is active and her 2 kids, Eduarda and Gabriel (9) accepted to be BAPTIZED on SATURDAY. I AM SO PUMPED. They remind me a lot of Eleane and her daughter Eduarda, that I taught in Campos Novos. Same type of attitude and everything, I feel like the little time I had with Eleane prepared me to come back here and be a part of everything with Débora. It´s been incredible. </div><div style><br></div><div style>Adventures of the week. My very first step outside of our apartment in Esplanada, I sprained my ankle. That sucked. This drunk guy kissed my and Sister Haight´s hand and it was grody. I´m so over hand kisses. Mission life is ridiculous. We almost got killed by a Rottweiler, but we escaped unscathed. Some angry brazilians set 2 bus on fire the night we went to visit Debora, so they sent the rest of the buses to the garagem for the night and we were stranded in the hood of our area until a miracle taxi came to the rescue. We changed the song ´´Girl on Fire´´ to ´´IT´S JUST A BUS, BUT IT´S ON FIIIIRRRRRE.´´ Last night this idiot (Yes, I mean lovely child of God, but idiot nonetheless) on the bus couldn´t get the overhead light to turn on, so he tried to get it to spark with his lighter. NOPE I DON´T THINK THAT´S HOW IT WORKS, BRO. We taught a super simplified ´´Plan of Salvation´´ to an investigator. He ran outside in between us in the middle of it to fix himself a joint RIGHT BEHIND US. He´s been addicted to everything under the sun. Rough life. </div><div style><br></div><div style>GENERAL CONFERENCE ROCKED AND IF YOU ASK, YOU GET ANSWERS. I´m running out of time but I love yall and I´m really freaking feliz and I love yall and I´ll see yall in 36 days and talk to yall next MONDAY!</div><div style><br></div><div style>Deuces.</div><div style><br></div><div style>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-15502935849072883542014-09-29T12:22:00.001-06:002014-09-29T12:22:33.891-06:00MY LAST TRANSFER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.<div dir="ltr">Guys. <div><br></div><div style>Oh my lanta.</div><div style><br></div><div style>I passed my LAST WEEK in Campos Novos.</div><div style><br></div><div style>I don´t believe it. </div><div style><br></div><div style>Let me tell ya about it.</div><div style><br></div><div style>Tuesday. We had family night with Ricardo and AnaMaria (they´ve literally saved me the past 4 1/2 months) We had an investigator there. Lucindo. We taught the restoration. It was great. People cried. It was tender. </div><div style><br></div><div style>We met with Susi. She came to church last week and we cleared up doubts she had and she wants to change and she´s going to be baptized one day. </div><div style><br></div><div style>The Marques family is fabulous. Alex (middle child. 17.) is SO strong now and determined to get him and his family to the temple. Nossa, he´s incredible. We made a goal with them to read the scriptures ALL together EVERY DAY, and they´re doing great great great. </div><div style><br></div><div style>Friday came. WE GOT TRANSFER CALLS ON A FRIDAY. IT WAS ONLY LIKE 2h30... WHAT? President Silva called.</div><div style><br></div><div style>It went like this... except in portuguese, obvs.</div><div style><br></div><div style>-ring ring- -ring ring-</div><div style><br></div><div style>Me: Alo?</div><div style>Presidente: Hi. Who I talking to?</div><div style>Me: Sister Morrill.</div><div style>Presidente: Ah, hi sister morrill. Who is your companion?</div><div style>Me: .....Sister Mantovani!</div><div style>Presidente: Ah, is she there? Put her on speaker.</div><div style>Me: She´s here;</div><div style>Presidente: HI SISTER MANTOVANI, ESTÁ AÍ?^</div><div style>Manto: I´m here presidente.</div><div style>Presidente: Great. Sister Morrill, you´re being transferred.</div><div style>Me: uhhh</div><div style>Presidente: You´re going to the Esplanada area in Chapecó.</div><div style>Me: Mmkay, cool beans.</div><div style>Presidente: Your companion will be Sister Haight. </div><div style>Me: -screaming in my head WHOOOOOOOOOO-</div><div style>Presidente: Sister Morrill.. </div><div style>Me: Yeah!</div><div style>Presidente: You´re being assigned as Senior Sister Training Leader.</div><div style>Me: Haha... no. </div><div style>-quietness-</div><div style>Me: wait.. you´re serious?</div><div style>-call fell through-</div><div style><br></div><div style>then President called again.</div><div style><br></div><div style>Pres: Sorry, Sister Morrill. Did you hear me?</div><div style>Me: Yeah, I´m going to Esplanada with Sister Haight.</div><div style>Pres: ....yes. And you´re being assigned as Senior Sister Training Leader.</div><div style>Me: But serious?</div><div style>President ignored me.</div><div style>Pres: Sister Mantovani. Your companion will be Sister Carvalho, ta bom?</div><div style>Manto: Ta bom. </div><div style> </div><div style>and that was basically it.</div><div style><br></div><div style>So I´m going to be sister training leader. I have to do exchanges with everybody. President is crazy. </div><div style> </div><div style>It´s my last transfer. I´ve gotta goooo now</div><div style><br></div><div style>Yesterday Ricardo´s family had a mini farewell for me. it was good. gotta gooooo.</div><div style><br></div><div style>see ya next week!</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-92109058104505946612014-09-22T08:51:00.001-06:002014-09-22T08:51:55.025-06:00Miracle.<div dir="ltr">Hi yall.<div><br></div><div>I don´t have any time haha,</div><div><br></div><div>but know that Aline was baptized on Saturday and it was the greatest miracle of my entire mission and the spirit was so strong and we have another referral named Lucindo who wants to be baptized and I can´t believe it´s all happening.</div><div><br></div><div>Elders are ridiculous but I don´t have time to explain so never mind.</div><div><br></div><div>OH MY LANTA. WE HAD ZONE CONFERENCE LAST WEEK... They always leave the last 10-15 minutes for the missionaries who are going home to give their departing testimonies... I didn´t realize my mission is legitimately acabando, but I HAD TO GIVE MY LAST TESTIMONY AND I DON´T BELIEVE IT HAPPENED. I can talk in front of whatever group of people without problema, mas it caught me by surprise and I was shaking like nobody´s business and ALMOST cried... Sister Mantovani didn´t know what to do because I flat out never cry or freak out or do anything to show emotion aside from ridiculous amounts of happiness.But it´s fine.</div><div><br></div><div>I´m good now.</div><div><br></div><div>Still don´t believe it. But that´s our week!</div><div><br></div><div>MOM. PUT THE BAPTISM PICTURES ON THIS POST PLEASSSEEE :)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-66570676677789562012014-09-15T08:27:00.001-06:002014-09-15T08:27:15.701-06:00MIRACLES MIRACLES MIRACLES<div dir="ltr">Alright guys.<div><br></div><div>Buckle up. </div><div><br></div><div>This week was fabulous.</div><div><br></div><div>After a solid month of nearly killing ourselves and still seeing ZERO progress here whatsoever... We fasted and prayed a freaking ton.. and the Lord decided to bless us.</div><div><br></div><div>We found SIX new investigators this week. </div><div><br></div><div>3 of them were referrals from members.</div><div><br></div><div>One of them, Aline, is married to a member named Micael. Aline accepted a BAPTISMAL DATE for SATURDAY. Like in 6 days. We´re going to be running a lot this week. I´m so pumped. </div><div><br></div><div>On Saturday we were knocking doors... basically. here you just clap and people magically come outside to talk to us, but i mean it´s the same idea. Anyways we were contacting this lad named Susi. She let us in her house, we chatted for a little bit, and she was saying she really needs a church right now. She was like ´MAN, the church is coming to ME.. I´ve GOT to go to church, huh?? Filha, let´s go to church tomorrow?´´ </div><div><br></div><div>WE DIDN´T THINK SHE´D ACTUALLY COME. Everyone says they´ll visit and N O B O D Y visits... But we got to church on Sunday.... and THERE SHE WAS. In Relief Society they were talking about eternal marriage and sealings and temples and I was just thinking WELL THIS SOUNDS CRAZY AND WE STILL HAVEN´T TAUGHT HER A THING SHE´S NOT GOING TO GET IT SHE´S GOING TO RUN AWAY.... But after the class... She asked about sealing... and what you have to do to be sealed... She talked about a marriage of 30 years that ended and I´m not really positive right now but she thought being sealed to your family for eternity was the greatest thing ever and wants us to explain it more on Thursday. </div><div><br></div><div>ELECT. SHE IS A GOLDEN, EVERYONE. </div><div><br></div><div>I was just really happy.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Life is good here. </div><div><br></div><div>Last week Sister Mantovani and I both wrote President about our almost-hopelessness and suddenly things are happening, and he said he would be working on the issues soon buuuuuuut I hope that it doesn´t close the area because we found miracles and people we need to baptize. We´ll see. God knows what he´s doing. It´s fine.</div><div><br></div><div>This week I am a happy camper.</div><div><br></div><div>IT´S GETTING HOT HERE.</div><div><br></div><div>Seriously. And it´s burning season, so everywhere we go there are fields on fire, and the sun and the humidity and the fire smell and EVERYTHING just reminds me of Florida and camping adventures right now. It´s so great. But better still because on top of that, everyone here speaks portuguese. I´m not trunky. Not at all. Not excited about seeing everyone I´ve missed in 8 weeks. Nope nope nope. </div><div><br></div><div>UNTIL NEXT WEEK.</div><div><br></div><div>LOVE YALL</div><div><br></div><div>SISTER MORRILL</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-86917353814036808302014-09-08T08:30:00.001-06:002014-09-08T08:30:12.790-06:00Hey yall.<div dir="ltr">There´s legitimately nothing else happening here.<div><br></div><div>We´re working so hard and no one is accepting or we can´t find the at home. </div><div><br></div><div>I´m legitimately waiting for President to call me and tell me I´m being emergency transferred or that he´s closing the area, because I don´t know what else I can do here. </div><div><br></div><div>That´s all. </div><div><br></div><div>But, so yall know...</div><div><br></div><div>I´m still alive.</div><div><br></div><div>Still mostly happy. </div><div><br></div><div>Still love the people here.</div><div><br></div><div>Oh, PS. Elder Rodrigues was emergency transferred from our district like 2 weeks ago, and Elder Hakes just got notice and he´s being transferred TODAY, so basically the Elders who kept me sane here are both outtie and I´m lost and stressed and lonelyyyyyy haha, buuuuut it will all work out in one way or another. It´s whatever.</div><div><br></div><div>See ya next week.</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-61995170561093643512014-09-01T08:30:00.001-06:002014-09-01T08:30:21.046-06:00same old same old<div dir="ltr">So just a little tidbit of information this week..<div><br></div><div>We´ve been working with this less active family since I got to this area... Deliane and Ivan. They are incredible. I love them to pieces. We went to their house Saturday night... they told us they were COMING TO CHURCH THE NEXT DAY. They came. Life was good. It´s been a while! But that was the little miracle this week. Our investigators aren´t doing crap, but the families here are progressing so much. I was pleased haha.</div> <div><br></div><div>That´s really all I´ve got. This area is killing me but I love the members here. This week is zone meeting, so there will be a lot of suffering and traveling, but I should get packages and letters ;´)</div> <div><br></div><div>PS IT´S SEPTEMBER. I COME HOME IN NOVEMBER. TWO MONTHS GUYS. I´M PUMPED. BE PREPARED.</div><div><br></div><div>Til next week!</div><div><br></div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-39290065399835597512014-08-25T08:34:00.001-06:002014-08-25T08:34:14.235-06:00Still going<div dir="ltr">hey yall.<div><br></div><div>One week with 1 set of missionaries here in Campos Novos. I´m still not crazy about it, but it´s fine.</div><div><br></div><div>This week was super slow and we were really just trying to get to know each other´s investigators and organize the area. </div> <div><br></div><div>Everything´s okay here. </div><div><br></div><div>It´s going to be a really, really long few weeks. </div><div><br></div><div>But it will be good. </div><div><br></div><div>Miracles are coming.</div><div> <br></div><div>That´s about all I´ve got for ya this week, ha. </div><div><br></div><div>Til next monday!</div><div><br></div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-65678400868691517722014-08-18T08:39:00.001-06:002014-08-18T08:39:28.407-06:00Just a lil heartbreak.<div dir="ltr">WELL if you´re looking for happiness and uplifting junk this week, I´d love to help BUT you aren´t going to find it in this letter today. Just letting yall know. <div><br></div><div>Why?</div><div><br></div> <div>It´s transfer week.</div><div><br></div><div>My baby girl Sister Simões finished her training. Transfers are inevitable. </div><div><br></div><div>This area is HARD. My companion is perfect. I did not want transfers. </div> <div><br></div><div>But God had another plan.</div><div><br></div><div>The work was about killing us all week long. Our entire district is SUPER close and no one wanted anyone to be transferred. Normally transfer calls come on Friday night. I, Sister Simões, Sister Cozzens, and Sister Mantovani (roommates) all went to the pastelaria, bought a mountain of sweet, chocolate filled pasteis, and made the trek home to await the dreaded calls.. We all wound up laying on the floor staring at the phones in the middle. The call didn´t come. We couldn´t sleep for crappp.</div> <div><br></div><div>Saturday came around. Still, nobody knew what would happen with tranfers. </div><div><br></div><div>9 PM came around.. President Silva called. Told me to gather the 4 of us together and throw the phone on speaker. President doesn´t normally call for transfers. There is JUNK going down this transfer.</div> <div><br></div><div>He told Sister Cozzens that she´s being transferred to Lages......Then he told her that her companion would be Sister Simões.</div><div><br></div><div>BAH. BAH. BAHHHHHHHH.</div><div><br></div><div>They´re shutting down my area. I´m going to stay in Campos Novos and continue training Sister Mantovani.. I´ve been doing 12 week program since January. Ya get tired of it, man. But Sister Mantovani is cool so it should be okay. Sister Simões is basically my best friend. I adore her. She´s my favorite person in this entire mission. I´m sad to be seperated from my Carioca, but now I´ll have a Paulista! But that being said, they´re taking a companionship out of here, there will just be us two, our house will feel empty. The rest of the district is staying luckily, but we´re all still super bummed. </div> <div><br></div><div>This is the hardest area I´ve everrrr had. I feel like the 2nd companionship of sisters is more so that we have emotional support because this place is killer, but i guess it will all work out. I love Campos Novos and the people here, but it´s really, really difficult. I´m on my second to last transfer, and it´s completely possible that I´ll just stay here until the end of my mission. 6 months in Campos Novos. That´s nuts. I´ve got 3 so far. </div> <div><br></div><div>We´ll see. </div><div><br></div><div>We´re all stressed and anxious and as sad as junk here, but I´m hoping the work will pick up now that we´ve got the entire city again. Who knows. </div><div><br></div> <div>Missing yall a ton!</div><div><br></div><div>Til next week,</div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-17321626052360407662014-08-12T13:23:00.001-06:002014-08-12T13:23:21.752-06:00Hey yall.<div>Yesterday didn´t give a lot of time to write, but for now know that I´m good. The week was a bit lost because we had to travel to Videira for a zone meeting so we lost 2 days of work here. We taught Mario (he´s a turd but it´s fine). when we finished the lesson Claudinei ran into the house freaking out because his girlfriend was drunk. she walked/crawled/fell all over herself into the house and just kept mumbling about how her mom won´t let her go to church with ´´god´s girls´´ tomorrow if she stayed at his house. Irmã Irma (Claudine´s grandma) had to calm everyone down and sort things out because Claudinei was a wreck. It was pretty great. Mission life is nuts.. Eliane is alright, we didn´t get to teach her this week but she´s still excited and what not.. </div> <div> </div> <div>other than that there´s nothing really to tell haha, but i love yall and I´ll talk to yall next Monday!</div> <div> </div> <div>-Sister Morrill</div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-27502852473838618072014-08-04T08:38:00.001-06:002014-08-04T08:38:41.179-06:00MIRACLES<div dir="ltr">Well last week was hard and junk, but WE FOUND A MIRACLE THIS WEEK.<div><br></div><div>The miracle... It´s a family. A family of golden investigators.</div><div><br></div><div>Eliane, Anderson, and MariEduarda.</div> <div><br></div><div>They met with a member of the ipomeia district a few weeks ago. He talked about the gospel with them. He gave us the referral.</div><div><br></div><div>They´re incredible. We taught them the restoration this week. They WANT this to change their lives. They need it. I can´t even describe it.</div> <div><br></div><div>I´m out of time.</div><div><br></div><div>But we finally met Matilde again!</div><div><br></div><div>She and Valdinei seperated. But she looks SO MUCH HAPPIER. I was so happy to see her. She´s great. Still hurting with all that´s happened, but she´s SO wonderful. </div> <div><br></div><div>Also I had another allergic reaction to some but bite and everything was inflamed and itching and i had to go to the hospital last week, but it´s all good now. No worries. I didn´t have to geta vaccine so I don´t really care. I still hate doctors, though. </div> <div><br></div><div>Love yalllll, gotta go.</div><div><br></div><div>Til next week :)</div><div><br></div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-25906133939535426582014-07-28T08:08:00.001-06:002014-07-28T08:08:58.201-06:00Study, eat, work, sleep. Vida missionaria.<div dir="ltr">Hey yall.<div><br></div><div style>Number and work-wise, this week has been fantastic. We´re finding um monte of new investigators via knocking doors and what not, we taught the ones that we found the week before, it´s all been good. Claudinei headed to Florianopolis for the Aeronáutico academy.. I forgot how to say it in english but it´s close, right? Anyways, he was ready to stay there for good if he was accepted and start training and working for them... so we thought we lost him f o r e v e r.. BUT he wasn´t accepted (unfortunately for him, fortunately for us). We´re bummed too because he was WAY excited. But he´s back now and we´ll see him this week!</div> <div style><br></div><div style>Other than that we´re working like nobody´s business and I´ve still been discouraged and stressed até o pô, but I´m hoping things are more chill this week and I can enjoy being here again haha. I´ve got 3 1/2 more months to bask in Brazil and an eternity to think about it. It will all be good.</div> <div style><br></div><div style>Matilde has fallen off the face of the planet. Valdinei and Matilde seperated and he´s staying at his other place and Matilde´s been staying with her brother and settling things with the death of her son, so I know she´s gotta be super busy.. but it´s been 2-3 weeks. She said she´d call to mark an appointment with us buuuut... a week later and she still hasn´t called. She´s the most elect person I´ve ever met so I trust that she´ll come back up, just gotta wait wait WAIT. </div> <div style><br></div><div style>Miss yall back home, hope everything is WONDERFUL over there! </div><div style><br></div><div style>Until next week!</div><div style>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-54864194476793367192014-07-21T08:36:00.001-06:002014-07-21T08:36:40.004-06:00<div dir="ltr">Wellllllll what do I even have to say about this week?<div><br></div><div>It was rough. We had to travel to Chapecó on Wednesday and Thursday so we missed a ton (all of them, really) of our appointments. The only investigator we saw this week was Claudinei and he´s a bit of a turd. He´s actually incredible, it´s just his whole family situation that´s killer and his worry about being perfect in the gospel. But he´s doing great, at least.</div> <div><br></div><div>We got home at midnight on thurs. to wake up as usual at 6:30 and get back to work. Just that EVERYTHING fell through from Friday to Sunday and NO ONE was at home like they should have been.</div><div> <br></div><div>BUT- there was a good thing.</div><div><br></div><div>In Chapecó, President Silva (ps I met our new president. He´s cool.) told us that if we knock doors that we will find the elect... completely contrary to California where we were told it´s a waste of time.. I wasn´t excited. I don´t like knocking doors. Leave that for the JW´s. BUT we did it yesterday. And we found a woman named Marisa. We just asked to give her an invitation to visit the church or whatever and she practically threw us in her house and we were able to teach her about the Restoration. She´s super catholic and not looking for change, but the spirit was there and hey, I trust President and i believe in miracles! We´ll see.</div> <div><br></div><div>That´s all, really. That and I got my travel itinerary and I make it home the 8 something in the morning, November 12th! whoooooo hooooo. </div><div><br></div><div>But.. That´s all folks.</div><div><br> </div><div>Até next week!</div><div><br></div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-78466938547184236032014-07-14T08:42:00.001-06:002014-07-14T08:42:26.780-06:00Just another day in (a cold, cold) paradise<div dir="ltr">Hey yall..<div><br></div><div>I have this tendency to just want to talk to my momma when I have email time and then I also have to respond to emails and then everyone else on the planet gets the short end of the stick.. sorry about that. One hour just doesnt cut it in a foreign country with junky computers in the lan house... internet place? they call it lan house here. Whatever. We go there to use their internet and computers. This city doesn´t have a good lan house so we suffer a little bit haha, it´s fine.</div> <div><br></div><div>This week..</div><div><br></div><div>Sister Cozzens (lives with us, she covers the other half of Campos Novos) got a new companion on Wednesday.. Sister Nunes left on Monday, so we´ve been trio-in´ it up until her novinha (she´s training again) came at MIDNIGHT. No one got sleep. It wasn´t cool. The trio was cool but when I see other sisters I just remember how freaking happy I am to have Sister Simões. She´s a blast. We´re besties. </div> <div><br></div><div>We had a ROCKING awesome lesson with the Marques family. They´re less active and I love em like the dickens. The spirit is always so strong when we´re there, and THEY CAME TO CHURCH TOGETHER YESTERDAY. The Irmã had to work, but the rest of the family came :) </div> <div><br></div><div>Matilde is holding on. She doesn´t have any doubt whatsoever about the gospel or the church or anything, but life is really, really hard for her right now. Satan´s doing EVERYTHING in his power to keep her from having it all. Her son died a few weeks ago and there are a lot of problems with her husband that we´re trying to help with. She is THE sweetest person I´ve ever met and she is the LAST person who deserves everything she´s had to pass through. We fasted with her last weekend and she´s praying like nobody´s business to know what to do or for her husband´s heart to change and tão. This week she looked even more upset than the week before, and I just want her to be able to live the gospel without problems and receive the support she needs. SO difficult. </div> <div><br></div><div>Claudinei, son of her hub, is still hesitant to be baptized but he´s READY for it, soooo we´ll see where that goes in the future. </div><div><br></div><div>PS yall, I got my return date and I´ll be home on November 11th! Prepare yourselves. </div> <div><br></div><div>And just because I like numbers and what not-</div><div>including today makes 61 weeks/61 emails home....</div><div>and just 16 emails home before I´M back home :´)</div><div><br></div><div>Just 16 little emails... yikes. </div> <div><br></div><div>BUT I love yall, until next week!</div><div><br></div><div>Love </div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013298766405833336.post-23327853956104436782014-07-07T08:56:00.001-06:002014-07-07T08:56:05.454-06:00Just another week in the best country in the world<div dir="ltr">What happened this week? <div><br></div><div>lemme tell ya bout it.</div><div><br></div><div>We visited Matilde. I stinking love her too much. You could tell it had been a hard week for her, she has problems with her hub and I just want SO badly that all of her trials could just go away and she could be happy. We asked her what she thinks of the Book of Mormon and the church. She already knows it´s true. she wants it in her life. She is incredible. I know that trials are going to come and it´s going to be REALLY stinking hard because they are so strong and so prepared, but I KNOW that the 3 of them in that family will be baptized. I don´t know exactly if I will be here to see it, but I sure hope so and I´m going to do all I can to prepare them for it! I adore that family.</div> <div><br></div><div>We had zone meeting on the 4th of July!! Elder Hakes (american) and Elder Rodrigues (brasilian-learned english from Elder Hakes.. it´s a bask) are both in my District and it´s such a BASK. non-ending party with a spiritual message mixed in from our District Leader. I love having friends in our district, SO much better. Unfortunately we´re in brazil and they don´t care about the USA´s independence, so nothing happened other than a big ol hug from all the american sisters. We found out about transfers (ps I have 2 transfers left after this... just 2. this is getting weird.) Sister Simões and I are staying together for another transfer :´) I get to finish training mah baby girl. This transfer is going to be a blast. PS I GOT MAIL FROM YALL AT THE MEETING. LETTERS FROM MEGAN AND ABBY LEGITIMATELY MADE ME TEAR UP. We have time to relax this pday and yall will have letters headed your way as of tomorrow ;) I miss yallllllllll.</div> <div><br></div><div>Anyways... Im pumped for this transfer. Sister Simões had been SUPER stressed because of health and everything and it was taking a toll on every other aspect of our work haha, so the week before was really difficult, but we were talking yesterday and everything is SO MUCH BETTER. she´s really loving the area and the people and she hasnt felt any pain in 2 days now and we have some rocking goals to set this area on FIRE. We´re coming back with a vengeance. </div> <div><br></div><div>We made a devotional in Joaçaba and invited the areas of our whole district. It was called ´´O Maior Missionario No Mundo´´.....aka The Greatest Missionary In The World. For the past couple of weeks we´ve told everyone in our branch that the greatest missionary in the world was coming to Joaçaba, but didn´t tell em who it was.. everyone was super pumped and guessing who would it be, and errrbody came on Saturday to see... The greatest missionary in the world is the Book of Mormon ;) we got a huge box and covered it blue and I made it look LEGIT with the book of mormon font and all written ´´O LIVRO DO MORMON´ on the front. we opened the devotional and then invited the ´´greatest missionary in the world´´ to come in....and Elder Hakes walked in wearing the giant book of mormon box. Everyone was like HA, GOTCHA KKK... Best reveal ever. But the missionaries all shared things about the book of mormon, his purpose, that we have the opportunity to share him and everything... it was SUPER powerful and our branch L O V E D it ;´) So great.</div> <div><br></div><div>Ummmm Im running out of time as always, but enjoy this little number junk that I discovered.</div><div><br></div><div>In my mission so far..</div><div><br></div><div>1 baptism</div><div>2 countries</div> <div>3 mission presidents</div><div>5 areas</div><div>10 companions</div><div>11 transfers</div><div>14 months</div><div><br></div><div>and blessings = infinite. </div><div><br></div><div>I´m getting old up in here. It´s weird. I´ve got 4 more months to keep them MIRACLES coming haha. We´re gonna KILL IT!</div> <div><br></div><div>Until next week, gente!</div><div><br></div><div>Love ya,</div><div>Sister Morrill</div></div> Jordan Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096366296897231399noreply@blogger.com0