HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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| First picture of me in 2022! |
Can you believe we’re in 2022? Can you believe that 2021 is done? A whole year in the service of the Lord. Absolutely crazy how time works like that.
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| Hanging out with Luna (one of the dogs we took care of this week) |
This week was characterized by dogsitting. Members go out of town, but do you know who doesn’t do that and provides free service? You’re absolutely right if you guessed certain pro bono lawyers, as well as the missionaries! So we stopped by houses and fed the dogs, and gave them some belly rubs for good measure.
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| If you don’t know about the obscenely large New Year’s hat I own that is still in my house … now you know. |
We heralded in the new year by going to bed early and getting a good night’s sleep. We also had a fun zone activity where we made churrasco and got temporarily locked inside the courtyard of the stake center, but no worries! Look who made it out safely!
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| I waited behind the door so Hermana Noyola could try to take a picture with both dogs without being distracted by another human |
But you know how the saying goes. New year, new standard works to study. I am absolutely ecstatic, because we’re reading from the Old Testament this year. Even better, we’re starting off studying in the Pearl of Great Price as well! Can’t get much better than that, ladies and gents.
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| I love being able to always see the temple, even if the camera doesn’t always portray it well. |
For the first week of 2022, one of the assigned chapters was Moses 1. That entire chapter absolutely stellar, but I know that one verse is particularly famous:
39 For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.
Which is all good and fine. But true fans who pay attention to my Facebook captions might remember verses that precede it:
37 And the Lord God spake unto Moses, saying: The heavens, they are many, and they cannot be numbered unto man; but they are numbered unto me, for they are mine.
38 And as one earth shall pass away, and the heavens thereof even so shall another come; and there is no end to my works, neither to my words.
We are children of an infinite God with infinite possibilities. And we should never cut Him short, but rather trust in His promise, and know that He’s numbered us. More than that, we are His.
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| We were driving by the Marimba (a statue of a lady playing the marimba), and I wanted to take a picture of the sky. Little did I know that someone was hanging out in the corner of my shot. |
— Prospero año,
Hermana Newton
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