Friday, November 5, 2010

I miss...

Have you ever missed something or someone so bad but there is nothing you can do about it? That is how I am feeling today. I had a crazy dream about Brazil and the people I taught. Because of this dream I miss Brazil so BAD. I would do anything to just be able to go back. I miss the people, food, culture, language, but most of all I miss teaching the gospel. There is NOT a day that doesn't go by that I don't miss my mission. I wish I could just go back and re live those memories. True story before I got married, I was having an interview with my bishop and I asked the bishop if I could go on another mission, he thought I was joking but I was dead serious. Life on a mission is hard but so rewarding, there is no worrying about the every day things that you have to worry about in this world. I remember the bishop looking me in the eyes after I told him I was serious and he said Sister Perkins, you have so many other opportunities out there, know you need to go follow your dreams. The lord has other work for you to do. I was so disappointed. But the bishop new exactly what he was talking about, and thus far in my life I have been following my dreams. Someday I will get to take my wonderful husband back to Brazil and I look forward to that day.

On another note, I got to meet my new Niece Emmery Jayde. Andrew & Amber came up for a few days for some job interviews. She is so cute. I can't wait to go home and be able to snuggle the rest of my nieces and nephews. That is another thing I miss is having little kids around. The bring so much joy into my life. And I think I have the cutest nieces and nephews in the world.

Sorry I have so much on my mind I could write FOREVER. and this is my journal. So yesterday I am driving home from taking Wain to school when I see this teenage boy dragging something. As I get closer I noticed that what he was dragging was a little boy. What I mean by drag is that he had him by his leg and was dragging him across the street. I was so mad, that I stopped my car and told the teenager to let go of the little boy which he did, then I asked him where his parents were. He is like fine I will stop I said you better or I will go find your parents. I watched them for a good ten minutes to make sure he didn't do it again. I was beside myself, I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hopefully, I never have to see that again.

Where I work I talk to a lot of people and sometime or a lot of the time I get very impatient with people. But I was very touched by this lady. She was a mother of 6 and had I believe 12 grandkids and one in the oven as she called it. She goes on to tell me about the one in the oven. That her daughter in law is carrying her nephew. What I mean by that is that the daughter in law is pregnant with this lady's other daughter in laws child. I was like WOW. So me being the curious one that I am I proceed to ask more questions. Like how does the daughter in law carrying the child not get attached and she said, she knows that it's not her child and that she is doing her sister in law a favor. She calls the baby her nephew, she tells everyone that it's not her child. I got very emotional, because it's a very sensitive subject to me. She asked me if I had children and that opened up a can of warms and I told her that I have PCOS and that likely hood of me having children is very slim. and she stopped and she said, you know God has a plan for you and sometime children come into our lives in away that we don't expect it. She said, you will have children and you will be a great mother. Then she reminded me to be patient, and that the Lord has a purpose for me and my husband. I was so touched, this lady didn't even know me but I could feel how sincere she was being. and I swear she was LDS. I hope someday that I will be able to meet this lady who touched my life. Because sometime I forget that I need to be patient and that the Lord has a purpose for me. I'm so grateful for wonderful people that make a difference in our lives. Any how gotta go pick up the hubby for school.... tchau.

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