Satan is a Jerk

So, if you did not infer from the title of this post, I've had a rough few days this week. You hear all the time that Satan works extra hard on you before you go on a mission (among other important life events). Well, he has been trying super hard to make me feel like crap, and it worked. What. A. Jerk.

Here's the deets:

All of a sudden I started to feel not very excited about going on my mission and trying to think of good reasons not to go (which there really aren't/weren't any). Then I was feeling very under the weather in a non-sick, sad way. It was eating at me. I prayed about it, read my patriarchal blessing and my mission call, but it wouldn't go away. So, it came to mind that a blessing would be good. So I talked to my wonderful daddy about it, he gave me some very wonderful advice etc. then gave me a blessing. It was definitely what I needed. Not only did I get validation that what I was doing was good (going on a mission) but council I needed to hear.

I still haven't quite felt the excitement I had been, but I am hoping that I will be able to go out with the Sister Missionaries soon to get that fire burning again!

Life is good. Satan is a jerk.

much love,
Kirsten.

P.s. I keep forgetting to take/upload picture of the clothing I have gotten... oops!! Forgive me? :)