Yesterday we got word from the mission president. He sent out a video explaining the situation. It came by surprise, but we can use Facebook now! Also all the foreign missionaries are going to be going back to their home countries within the next two weeks. It's hard to describe how I feel. It's odd, missionary work is hard but being stuck inside is much harder. I'm sad to be leaving, but at peace that this is God's will. This poem sums it up pretty well:
I stared out the window,
The tears still in my eyes,
I saw the friends and those I loved,
As we said our last goodbyes.
The ride was long and trying;
Two questions plagued my mind.
Do I want the life that's up ahead
Or the one I left behind?
Two years is such a long, long time,
For going door to door.
In my reflecting, I thought to myself--
There really must be more.
I dragged myself down off the plane
and stood smiling at the beach.
There a man turned to me,
Saying, "Elder, go and teach."
I sit reflecting once again
As this day is my last.
Please, Lord, this isn't fair,
The time goes way too fast!
I stared out the window,
The tears still in my eyes.
I see the elders and sisters and those I love,
As we say our last goodbyes.
The ride was long and trying;
Two questions plagued my mind.
Do I want the life that's up ahead
Or the one I left behind?
--Author Unknown
Love you all,
Elder Watts
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