Kehlani

Kehlani.

Gigi loves you more than you will ever know.

 

Meal Prepping & Zucchini

I have been making, and eating, a LOT of zucchini bread.

Last weekend, I meal prepped some chicken and zucchini meals for the week.

I also made a loaf of zucchini bread.

It didn't take Colton and I long to eat that loaf, so I made another one last night.

My body LOVES it.

My body is also loving having no dairy intake!

It's also happy without peanut butter.

And, I'm managing.

 

Mondays Are My Favorite

I LOVE Mondays.

If you know me, ever since my stroke Mondays are my favorite.

Then Jackson went on a mission to Chile and called every Monday.

Now Kaydon is on a mission in the Dominican Republic and he calls every Monday and they are just my favorite!

Watching my boys interact.

Watching them interact with their sisters.

And watching all of them trying to get Kehlani's attention!!
The actual best.

Cherry on top: Kehlani repeatedly said, "KK.KK.KK."

 

Missionary Moment - Puerto Rico San Juan Mission & Dominican Republic Santiago West MIssion

Good morning you all! I'm just gonna come out and say it that I have just been getting lazy and not writing because of all the recent activities we've been having. 

Thus past week we went to Villa Altagracia which is super pretty but the bugs are absolutely a waste of space and just completely ate us up, but still fun! 

But I do apologize for not keeping these things weekly like I wanted, I'm sure there's something in them that either make you smile or that is taken to your upcoming week to improve your relationship with God whatever that entails. 

This week has been just an improvement from our last, even my faith was deteriorating and my hope in my success as a missionary was failing me as many people here dropped us or even worse keep us and not have any change in their lives which means that eventually we end up dropping them. 

The craziest thing that probably happened other than the tropical storm that happened yesterday, we had baptism on Saturday for 2 muchachos and our bishop got there an hour late and pur president was there (perfect timing there *face plam*) but what was worse is that yesterday after they got the Holy Ghost the bishop let them pass the sacrament without receiving the priesthood yet (NO!) And because I had offered to give a talk the week prior I was up in the stand and was forced to take my sacrament from this poor kid right next to the bishop :( (Oooh my!) 

However, after much needed fast and much prayer we have turned things around in how we teach, how we testify, how we work together in our companionship and with the spirit who ends up going crazy as we do our best to magnify our purpose as missionaries, which if you had no knowledge of that before, it is simply inviting people to come unto christ and helping them change there lives through His once again restored gospel. 

Pertaining to my title and the previous paragraph, and completely forgetting the song beautifully played by David Archuleta and redone by many Id like to share a little about the power of prayer. 

Before I'd like to ask each of you how your prayers are done? In what manner? Do you offer a prayer everyday? Twice a day? Do you keep one in your heart? Do you kneel with your family in prayer? Do you offer thanks, gratitude, or are your prayers filled with plees calling out to him to save you? 

As directed by President Nelson, "Pray for a miracle, and expect a miracle" reminded to me by my Grandfather. 

In all things as I serve our Loving Heavenly Fathed I pray to him much and expect him to come through. Not just because this is his work but because he loves us. He loves you and he loves me. I show him my love for him in my service and as I thank him for all the many things he has blessed me with. 

Prayer is the one way he has given us to talk to him. As we pray we do this in the name of Jesus Christ and in addressing our Heavenly Father, we thank him for blessings that wouldn't have been noticed otherwise and ask him for help or a miracle. However my friends we also must do this in all humility.  With a sincere heart and contrite spirit, we also need to be willing accept the answer that He has given us. And "even more faith to accept a disappointing answer". Humily as we pray is not an easy thing but if the relationship between you and God is important to you, you can find it in yourself to change and find that humility. 

An example of this was when I offered a prayer after an unfortunate experience here in my mission, I was upset, and frustrated and I no longer wanted to work just to accept all these disappointing answers and after calming down and editifying my spirit Heavenly Father has taught me just a little more patience and the answers I needed as I searched God's chosen leaders and the scriptures. Prayer is real and I hope you use that as you most important resource used to guide you to things that can then give you the answers or comfort you need or desire. 

BTW go see the #GraciásaÉl to see Elder Townsend perform! 

I love you all so so much! Ya Tu Sabes! 

Elder Jorgensen 

 

Auntie Time

I got to spend a couple of hours with these two lovebugs on Saturday.

Anson talks and talks and talks.

"Great job," "Way to go," "You did great," and "Thanks," are some of my favorites!

We did letter and number cards and then we painted with water colors!

Asher was so happy Saturday.

We played with these little tiny balls that click together, danced, did piggyback rides, and laughed.

They are getting SO big!

 

Screen Protector

This is my phone's screen protector.

It did its job, I suppose.

My phone is fine.

My screen protector, not so much.

This is my third one to end up looking like this.

I guess the extra money I spend for screen protectors really is worth it.

Thanks, T-Mobile.

The last couple of weeks have been hard.

HARD.

It turns out, my body (tummy and skin) are not fans of dairy.

When someone (that someone is me) is an ice cream fanatic, that's an issue.

It turns out my body isn't just angry about dairy, but possibly peanut butter and other things too.

I am finding out one-by-one and purging things from my diet.

In the meantime, in between time, my skin is a wreck.

Like, I am self-conscious to show my face anywhere right now.

I look like I got attacked by a hive of angry bees.

And it hurts.

My whole face hurts.

Bad.

Also, my tummy is so bloated (like straight up swollen).

I'm a mess!!

Kind of like this screen protector.

I have spent many days crying because of how my body is currently looking and feeling.

This morning, I flipped the darn switch.

While in the shower, I shouted:

I love my skin.

I love that my skin protects my internal organs.

I love my tummy.

I love that my body grew four humans.

I love my hair (which I currently want to shave off because I'm trying to grow it out).

I love my big hips.

I love that they spread and allowed four humans to grow safely.

I love my cellulite.

It means I've lived.

I love my scars.

I love my freckles.

I love the left side of my body.

There is something about speaking validation into the universe for ourselves that adjusts our entire mindset.

Now, it doesn't just stick after doing it one time.

So, I'm saying it to myself every time I go to the toilet and look in the mirror.

 

P, Where You Be?

The planning has started.

Again.

Spring Event next month.

With no P.

It always takes my breath away.

Mr. W & Beyta do a FANTASTIC job of filling in, but it really was P's job to do these events with me.

He would play softball each year with the crews.

One year, he forgot his softball "uniform" and Sarah had to bring it to him.

She was always taking care of him like that!

He was a talker!

He would talk so much trash on the softball field.

But everyone loved him.

These events are always bittersweet for me.

But, I do them in his honor and always hope that the birds will be in abundance so that I know he's there watching.