3-6-14 Week 2
Mom and Dad,
I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am for you. I appreciate all that you have done with regards to school and my mission, etc... You're so great.
The MTC sure is stressful. I'm almost through week two, though. We start teaching tow practice investigators this next week. The only time I can speak Korean is if I sing it, so maybe I'll just sing my lessons and if they're not scared away in the end, we'll consider them golden investigators.
I had my first P-day on Thursday! we get to go the temple every P-day. I think it is so that we don't sleep in. :P We usually do a session at 7:45. Anyway, I ran into Sister Gray! She is so sweet. Sister Peterson and I had everything done by like 12:00 and we didn't know what to do with ourselves, so we took advantage of our free services here at the MTC and got our hair trimmed. Yay P-day!
We were studying the Doctrine of Christ. Love it! 2 Nephi 31:2-3. Basically we came to the understanding that the Doctrine of Christ is supposed to be understandable to all men. That is why I need to study and learn this ridiculously hard language. However, I'm glad it's to be explained in simple/basic principles. That way the doctrine stays pure and there is less confusion for our investigators. It tends to be easier in helping them understand the roll of the Holy Ghost.
So our entire district made the courageous decision to sing in the choir. I sure you're so proud, Nicki. Anyway, look up the song "Come to Jesus" by Lynne Christofferson. It is so beautiful. Very easy and simple, but absolutely amazing. We sang it for our devotional on Tuesday and it touched all of our hearts.
Anyway, I love you both so very much and am grateful for you.
Sister Nebeker.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
3-1-14
Daddy,
I'm enjoying the MTC most of the time. It is a bit rough and learning the language is extremely frustrating. I keep wishing I was going to an English speaking mission. We have officially taught two lessons to our practice investigator and have quite literally butchered them. I can't believe how ridiculous I sound when speaking.
Sister Peterson is my companion. I feel so blessed to have her. She is such a gem. She was actually adopted from Korea and grew up here in Provo. She is so excited to go back to Korea. She's been sick lately but boy is she a trooper. She just keeps smiling and pushing trough it so we don't miss class. Today, however, we had to go to the hospital for an MRI. we go to leave campus!:D We were all excited to get out and see civilization..... even though it has only been 3 days. It turned out to be boring.
Anyway, I am really grateful to be here and I'm so grateful for the Gospel. I love it. I have been so blessed with a peaceful knowlege of the truth. I know the Lord loves all of us. Moroni 8:17
Sister Nebeker
Daddy,
I'm enjoying the MTC most of the time. It is a bit rough and learning the language is extremely frustrating. I keep wishing I was going to an English speaking mission. We have officially taught two lessons to our practice investigator and have quite literally butchered them. I can't believe how ridiculous I sound when speaking.
Sister Peterson is my companion. I feel so blessed to have her. She is such a gem. She was actually adopted from Korea and grew up here in Provo. She is so excited to go back to Korea. She's been sick lately but boy is she a trooper. She just keeps smiling and pushing trough it so we don't miss class. Today, however, we had to go to the hospital for an MRI. we go to leave campus!:D We were all excited to get out and see civilization..... even though it has only been 3 days. It turned out to be boring.
Anyway, I am really grateful to be here and I'm so grateful for the Gospel. I love it. I have been so blessed with a peaceful knowlege of the truth. I know the Lord loves all of us. Moroni 8:17
Sister Nebeker
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go
If you asked me where I wanted to go I wasn't going to lie. I'd tell you straight up it was either Mongolia, Madagascar, Virginia, or Maine. I just didn't want to be disappointed when I opened my call. I waited and waited for the day I would see that large white envelope chillin in my mailbox. To capture the excitement I was feeling my Dad sent me a text saying, "Don't attack the mailman!" Well....the mailman lived, but I almost died waiting the 6,000 hours for my friends and family to gather so I could open my call. Everyone wanted to know where I was going but I wanted to know when I was leaving. I knew I would serve anywhere the Lord saw fit to send me and I spent hours praying that he would send me somewhere where the people needed him. I couldn't believe the words on my call letter.
"Dear Sister Nebeker:
You are hearby called to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Korea Seoul South Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 18 months.
You should report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on Wednesday, February 26, 2014. You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Korean Language."
Disappointment was definitely not what I was feeling. Overwhelmed is more like it. I couldn't comprehend that I was leaving in a short 14 weeks! This is what I prayed for though. The people of Korea needed the Lord and if the Lord wanted me there I was going to make it happen. Challenge accepted.
"Dear Sister Nebeker:
You are hearby called to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Korea Seoul South Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 18 months.
You should report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on Wednesday, February 26, 2014. You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Korean Language."
Disappointment was definitely not what I was feeling. Overwhelmed is more like it. I couldn't comprehend that I was leaving in a short 14 weeks! This is what I prayed for though. The people of Korea needed the Lord and if the Lord wanted me there I was going to make it happen. Challenge accepted.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Here I am. Send me.
October 6, 2012 marked one more year for me. I was officially 20 years old! As my ridiculous roommate Kayla put it I was at the age where I was considered mature but still fun. This day is usually my favorite day of the year and this was no different. Not only was it my beloved birthday but October 6, 2012 also marked the 182nd Semiannual General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. What was so important about this one? I mean it happens twice a year! Well I will start by saying General Conference is always important. It's a time where we get to be addressed by The Prophet, Thomas S. Monson. In our pajamas I might add. In this specific conference, however, he made an announcement that forever changed my life.
"As we have prayerfully pondered the age at which young men may begin their missionary service, we have also given consideration to the age at which a young woman might serve. Today I am pleased to announce that able, worthy young women who have the desire to serve may be recommended for missionary service beginning at age 19, instead of age 21." -Thomas S. Monson
The second my roommate and I heard we quite literally screamed (squealed is more like it) and jumped for joy. As soon as the squealing died down she said, "That's it. I'm going." I knew in that moment that I was going to go as well. And I felt determined to share this amazing gospel that I love so much. Then came a knock at my door. The second I saw that it was my sweetheart everything came to a halt. I realized that there was absolutely no way I could go. I was attending school, I had friends and siblings that I needed to be around for, and I had a man who was one of my best friends! I was happy. I had everything I wanted at that point. I'd had experiences. I'd traveled to the other side of the world. I decided that I didn't want to leave everything behind for 18 months. No mission for this girl.
Of course everything can change. Near the end of July 2013 I called my Mom from Nebraska. I was having a difficult summer and it was getting harder and harder to keep a good attitude. I told her to just tell me what to do because making decisions on my own is too hard and I would rather have it all laid out. She told me, "I think you should just put your papers in." Obviously I couldn't do that! What was she thinking. I told her immediately, in a very mature way, with tears and snot running down my face, that I couldn't do that because I had loans from school that I would have to start paying on. And although she assured me that she could take care of it while I was gone I was not going to burden her with that. Finally, after the last straw, I'm sure, she said very distinctly, "I cannot believe you are so selfish. After all I have done for you, you would deprive me of the blessings of having a missionary out." WOAH!
Needless to say, that's all it took for me to realize that leaving everything behind for 18 months to serve the Lord's children, whom I love, really is not that great of a sacrifice. So in August of 2013 I started the paperwork to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
"As we have prayerfully pondered the age at which young men may begin their missionary service, we have also given consideration to the age at which a young woman might serve. Today I am pleased to announce that able, worthy young women who have the desire to serve may be recommended for missionary service beginning at age 19, instead of age 21." -Thomas S. Monson
The second my roommate and I heard we quite literally screamed (squealed is more like it) and jumped for joy. As soon as the squealing died down she said, "That's it. I'm going." I knew in that moment that I was going to go as well. And I felt determined to share this amazing gospel that I love so much. Then came a knock at my door. The second I saw that it was my sweetheart everything came to a halt. I realized that there was absolutely no way I could go. I was attending school, I had friends and siblings that I needed to be around for, and I had a man who was one of my best friends! I was happy. I had everything I wanted at that point. I'd had experiences. I'd traveled to the other side of the world. I decided that I didn't want to leave everything behind for 18 months. No mission for this girl.
Of course everything can change. Near the end of July 2013 I called my Mom from Nebraska. I was having a difficult summer and it was getting harder and harder to keep a good attitude. I told her to just tell me what to do because making decisions on my own is too hard and I would rather have it all laid out. She told me, "I think you should just put your papers in." Obviously I couldn't do that! What was she thinking. I told her immediately, in a very mature way, with tears and snot running down my face, that I couldn't do that because I had loans from school that I would have to start paying on. And although she assured me that she could take care of it while I was gone I was not going to burden her with that. Finally, after the last straw, I'm sure, she said very distinctly, "I cannot believe you are so selfish. After all I have done for you, you would deprive me of the blessings of having a missionary out." WOAH!
Needless to say, that's all it took for me to realize that leaving everything behind for 18 months to serve the Lord's children, whom I love, really is not that great of a sacrifice. So in August of 2013 I started the paperwork to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
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