Other times, I think to myself "WhatdoImeanIgotthiswhatonearthdoeshavingthisevenmean!"
And then I take a deep breath and realize that I do, in fact, know what I am doing. I'm doing the right thing. I'm going to the right place.
Never mind that when I listen to Youtube videos about proper Brazilian Portuguese pronunciation I start hyperventilating in my mind (so we're not supposed to roll the R like ever? Because that goes against everything I believe in).
Never mind that I have no idea if I can bring everything I want to for the next eighteen months. (Self, Brazil is not a third world country.)
My mom's research has been to find out how to prevent all the different parasites from entering my body and eating me alive.
My research has been to find out which soccer players will be on the Brazilian national team next year.
But even when I'm starting to stress over the whole "leaving the country for eighteen months" thing, I always fall back to what I know to be true, without a doubt.
I know that Christ lives and that he loves us.
I know that one day we can live with our Heavenly Father again.
I know that there is a prophet of God on this earth, just like in the days of old, to give us direction and guide us through revelation.
"Oh sweet, the joy this sentence gives, I know that my Redeemer lives!"
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