When we were able to Skype with Wilson yesterday, I broached the subject of receiving no email last week, and he quickly checked and apparently on his end, it went out, and ended up floating in cyberspace somewhere. But, he re-sent it, and I'm so glad he did. Its a wonderful letter. Keep in mind it was written a week ago, on May 6th.
Hey mom, first of all I will most likely send a short email
next week, because I will have some extra time at the mission office. And about
Mothers Day...I don't know. I know you have church at 9 right? What will be
the best time for you? I could probably do it at like 4 or 5 or at night. I'm
going to call though. If that is okay?
But what a week, my emotions have been all over the place
and I have no doubt they will be just the same this next week. I really don't
want to go home. Everyone always says "your last week you will just go all
trunky and want to be home". And as much as I love home and my family and
everything that goes with coming back I don't know if I want to come home yet.
I feel like my work isn't done. If I was able to extend I would do it in a
heartbeat. I feel like I have been out for like 10 months. I wouldn't be
surprised if someone said, "you still have over a year". I would be like "okay
that makes sense". Because right now, going home in 8 days isn't right. I am
going to miss all of these missionaries that I have come to love and grow under their influence. So many missionaries have made life changing differences
in my life. I can't thank them enough and I don't how I would get started to
even telling them how much they mean. Their love has helped me endure trials
and everything else I have gone through.
I have had the best companions anyone
could ask for. I have taught the most wonderful people in the world. I have witnessed
miracles that have confirmed my faith that our Savior lives and loves us with
a perfect love. I have learned how to love and show charity. In no way am
I saying I am perfect at this... far from it. But I have grown since two
years ago when I was just a punk kid who only cared about himself. My mission
has changed my life. It has brought me to the depths of humility. I have cried for
joy and I have cried because I have been in the depths of sorrow and sadness.
But every experience I've been through has strengthened my faith that
God lives and that we can do hard things and we can endure if we trust our
Heavenly Father. I thank all of you that have ever prayed for me. EVER. Or the
missionary force as a whole. We and especially myself have felt that influence.
I love you all. I thank you for your support.
My mission has taught me God
needs us, His children, to be disciples forever. Not just missionaries for two
years or stake presidents for 9 years or missionary presidents for 3
years or a nursery leader for a couple years but He needs us forever.
To constantly striving to be better and doing the things God would do if He
were there. I hope and pray we can all be worthy to be called Disciples of
Christ until the very end.
This week has been interesting. We met with a Seventh-Day Adventist. He was a great guy, with amazing faith but his views have
been skewed by the wisdom of men. Which is sad. I'm just thankful we have
modern revelation with modern prophets and apostles. What a blessing we have!
Let us all take advantage of them and that revelation!
But I have to go! I love
you all!
Elder Simons
