For all who are reading this:
Things are good, and I'm safe. No, I'm not locked up in my apartment, nor am I avoiding being hit by rocks and tear gas. There are things going on in our city, but I'm just really happy I'm safe in the L'viv Mission, that's all I can say.
"My Lord my God."
I thought I was going to die with the amount of love, deep honor, and respect that filled me for the Prophet Joseph. I was completely overcome with the strongest emotions.
John Taylor said it best when he wrote that the Book of Mormon and Doctrine and Covenants cost the "best blood of the 19th century".
The thought came to me this morning during personal study that maybe I was led to teach our investigator to learn a thing or two about Joseph Smith. I had a testimony of him, and I knew he was a prophet, but the conviction of, and gratitude for this incredible man has grown over the last month as I've searched high and low in church history for more info on him.
Anyway, our investigator is doing great, but she's still got a few hang ups. Please pray for her! We're really pulling for her to be ready to be baptized next month.
This week I get my final transfer call. I honestly can't believe it, but I'm really excited to hear what's going to happen. I secretly have in my heart what I want to happen, but I'll just keep that to myself. Also, Mom, stop being so trunky, okay? The members are telling me how trunky my mom is on facebook, Haha. :) But I love you, and I miss you!!
Thanks for all the support. And I'm also grateful that Dallin writes me every week so I can continue wiping tears from my face. Killer, I tell ya. What a hoot.
I LOVE YOU ALL! Don't you doubt it one bit.
Love,
Sister Webber