It's
been a crazy hectic week at the VC; and it makes me laugh because we
are not even into Festival yet. Come December, it's really going to be a
beehive. But I can't wait.
My
favorite days are the hard days. The kind of days that leave me
drained. Physically. Spiritually. Emotionally. The days when I testified
to everyone I met. The days when I listened to other's testimonies and
cried because I knew I needed them as much if not more than they needed
me. The days where I feel like I have nothing left in me to give. That's
when I know I have done well in the eyes of my Heavenly Father. That's
when I know I have served some small purpose for Him to help His
children come back into the fold. Those are the days that leave
impressions in our hearts. Those are the days that stick for a
lifetime.
This
is a short email, I know. Just long enough to let you know the work is
still moving along. It's truly the best in this world. And I would
rather be no where else.
Love you all.
Hermana Graff
Mormon 9:27 ~Wonder not, but hearken...
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