Nazdar!
I have recently accustomed these two phrases to my morning though process.for donations on their success in completing school. ha ha We had to go
brate Halloween here because they looked pretty dang good.
JESUS THOUGHT:
Instead of a BOM Insight I am going to share a story that Sister Andreason shared with me towards the beginning of the transfer that really hits home.
"There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass through freely on both sides of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.
A switch-man sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switch-man was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance through the dimming twilight and caught sight of the train-lights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard.
He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man's strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold.
"Daddy, where are you?" His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die.
He took a moment to make his decision. The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the on rushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.
A switch-man sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switch-man was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance through the dimming twilight and caught sight of the train-lights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard.
He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man's strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold.
"Daddy, where are you?" His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die.
He took a moment to make his decision. The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the on rushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.
Now if you comprehend the emotions which went through this man's heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along through life without giving a single thought to what was done for us through Jesus Christ?
When was the last time you thanked Him for the sacrifice of His Son?"
How great of a God we have, who sacrificed His only Begotten. I am so grateful for the self'-less character
that they both have.
KODY'S BPATISM:
Kody is getting baptized today! unfortunately we are emailing before so I won't be able to send pictures until next week,
but nonetheless he is entering the waters of baptism and we couldn't be more thrilled for him. He is such an amazing
example to us all and has touched the hearts of many of the members here. The baptism starts at 11h and will be here
in Prague. Some of the members from the Jicin branch are coming to support. I get to play the piano and we are going
to do a musical number with the Elders. The sun is shining, we have blue skies and the weather is quite
warm. A perfect day. It should be a delightful service. :)
to do a musical number with the Elders. The sun is shining, we have blue skies and the weather is quite
warm. A perfect day. It should be a delightful service. :)
ŠKOLENÍ:
We had training on Wednesday. It was so good. Like usual. The focus of the training was on how we as missionaries
can better ourselves in fulling our true purpose as missionaries, which is to bring others to Christ by baptism. The AP's based
their training on D&C 4: Serving with all of our heart, might, mind and strength. They had us reflect back on the day we opened
our mission calls and what kind of vision, dreams, hopes, expectations we had in the moment. What we wanted to achieve.
Sister McConkie trained on seeing in our selves the potential that God sees in us as his missionaries. President trained on
improving our teaching skills. It was a spiritually uplifting day and I was able to learn so much and be taught by the Holy Ghost
concerning the things that Sister Fredrickson specifically needs to change and improve so that I can better fulfill my purpose as a
missionary in the Czech/Slovak mission.
I am feeling much better! Almost back to 100% health, which is SO good because I really did NOT want to be sick
going in to next transfer. Nooooo thank you! Heavenly Father is surely blessing me.
It is mothers day in a week! That means I get to see you my family so soon!
Looking forward to it. :)
Have a splendid week! Missing you and loving you from the Czech side of the world!
S laskou,
Sestra Fred 🌻
This is the John Lennon wall. We went there last week on Pday.
That's Elder Cardon writing The Book of Mormon is true. :) ha ha
The national theater. Where we saw the bartered bride for Culture night.
Narodni Divadlo - Outside looks
Sister Stokes and Sister Andreason gave lovely departing testimonies on Wednesday.
Tomasz and Ester!
Grimmlovi - This family is absolutely amazing. They are recent converts and soooo cute.
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