November
21, 2013
Oh where do I begin??
What an insane and crazy week. After I emailed last Thursday, I woke up Friday feeling the same. And on Saturday it was even worse. My antibiotic severely weakened and swelled my tendons. It got so bad that I could barely lift my bowl of oatmeal, or work my iPad....de verdant. It felt a little like sponge-bob lighting that glass of water. I did learn a lot though. Sis Glaittli, my comp, is an anatomy fanatic. She worked in the cadaver lab atUtah State
My sweet district leader was concerned about my mobility and confinement in the apartment and so went through the trouble of getting me a wheelchair/ walker so we could be out and about on Saturday. Funny story, as soon as I saw it, I sensed I would find away to hurt myself with it. The memory of flying over my handle bars of my scooter gizmo (I rode around BYU campus when I had my stress fracture.) still burned strong in my mind. I sat on the seat of my walker, and my awesome companion was willing to push me. Within 4 steps we hit the sidewalk crack which sent me flying onto the pavement. I was okay, though my district leader didn't let her touch my walker after that haha. We were able to join the zone for "ferry singing". This is where we stand outside of theStaten Island ferry terminal with instruments
and we sing, give free hot chocolate and invite people to come to Christ. It
was a lot of fun, the spirit was strong, and it was wonderful to be able to do
what I could to share the gospel.
It also is a miracle how god has helped me continue on in this work. So with only 3 weeks left and being so sick and barely able to move, I found myself with a decision to make. I had to decide if I should stay and finish even if it meant being the legless dog being pulled in the wagon or go home and focus on getting healthy. I had a very heartfelt conversation with my Heavenly Father on Saturday night. It was a little different because I couldn't kneel, also, I was crying so hard I could barely talk. I was granted that gift to weep. After everything I had been through, endured and fought through to finish my mission, and now I had the option to honorably walk away. It was emotional to say the least. I also had committed to giving a sacrament meeting talk, musical number and relief society lesson in church the next day... all in Spanish. I prayed that the way would be clear, and somehow I would find the courage to be wise and do what God wanted me to do. I didn't feel good about letting go of my Sunday responsibilities, and just prayed for a miracle.
The next day was nothing but a miracle. I still was in a significant amount of pain, but I got up, got showered and ready, and so very slowly walked into the church building, and sat on the stand. I prayed so hard that it would all work out. I felt peace and just went along with it. My time came to speak, and though I had to lean on the podium, and shift my weight from one leg to the other, I was able to stand for my talk, and speak by the spirit in fluent Spanish. (It wasn't me! It is what I call the gift of tongues). The musical number was the same! And so was the lesson, but I sat for that. I kept wanting to go to the car and get my walker, but I made it through church without it.
So why did I share this? It is because I learned something very important. I may feel like a leg less dog being pulled in a wagon, but god still has an important work for this legless dog to do. We have no right to fully judge our influence and effectiveness as builders of his kingdom. It may not make much sense, but having faith seems to be the only sensible thing to do right now. I know god lives, and that my mission isn't over till he says so. There are a lot of miracles that can happen in 3 weeks, and I know they will. I love you all, thanks for your prayers!
Love,
Hermana Megan Chipman
Ps..I now can walk! My zone now calls me the modern 'John Tanner' from that Doctrine and Covenants video. Haha
Sent from my iPad.
What an insane and crazy week. After I emailed last Thursday, I woke up Friday feeling the same. And on Saturday it was even worse. My antibiotic severely weakened and swelled my tendons. It got so bad that I could barely lift my bowl of oatmeal, or work my iPad....de verdant. It felt a little like sponge-bob lighting that glass of water. I did learn a lot though. Sis Glaittli, my comp, is an anatomy fanatic. She worked in the cadaver lab at
My sweet district leader was concerned about my mobility and confinement in the apartment and so went through the trouble of getting me a wheelchair/ walker so we could be out and about on Saturday. Funny story, as soon as I saw it, I sensed I would find away to hurt myself with it. The memory of flying over my handle bars of my scooter gizmo (I rode around BYU campus when I had my stress fracture.) still burned strong in my mind. I sat on the seat of my walker, and my awesome companion was willing to push me. Within 4 steps we hit the sidewalk crack which sent me flying onto the pavement. I was okay, though my district leader didn't let her touch my walker after that haha. We were able to join the zone for "ferry singing". This is where we stand outside of the
It also is a miracle how god has helped me continue on in this work. So with only 3 weeks left and being so sick and barely able to move, I found myself with a decision to make. I had to decide if I should stay and finish even if it meant being the legless dog being pulled in the wagon or go home and focus on getting healthy. I had a very heartfelt conversation with my Heavenly Father on Saturday night. It was a little different because I couldn't kneel, also, I was crying so hard I could barely talk. I was granted that gift to weep. After everything I had been through, endured and fought through to finish my mission, and now I had the option to honorably walk away. It was emotional to say the least. I also had committed to giving a sacrament meeting talk, musical number and relief society lesson in church the next day... all in Spanish. I prayed that the way would be clear, and somehow I would find the courage to be wise and do what God wanted me to do. I didn't feel good about letting go of my Sunday responsibilities, and just prayed for a miracle.
The next day was nothing but a miracle. I still was in a significant amount of pain, but I got up, got showered and ready, and so very slowly walked into the church building, and sat on the stand. I prayed so hard that it would all work out. I felt peace and just went along with it. My time came to speak, and though I had to lean on the podium, and shift my weight from one leg to the other, I was able to stand for my talk, and speak by the spirit in fluent Spanish. (It wasn't me! It is what I call the gift of tongues). The musical number was the same! And so was the lesson, but I sat for that. I kept wanting to go to the car and get my walker, but I made it through church without it.
So why did I share this? It is because I learned something very important. I may feel like a leg less dog being pulled in a wagon, but god still has an important work for this legless dog to do. We have no right to fully judge our influence and effectiveness as builders of his kingdom. It may not make much sense, but having faith seems to be the only sensible thing to do right now. I know god lives, and that my mission isn't over till he says so. There are a lot of miracles that can happen in 3 weeks, and I know they will. I love you all, thanks for your prayers!
Love,
Hermana Megan Chipman
Ps..I now can walk! My zone now calls me the modern 'John Tanner' from that Doctrine and Covenants video. Haha
Sent from my iPad.
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