HALFWAY!!!!
wow guys, I can't believe it.
we're officially on the descent, the downhill
a couple weeks ago I sent an email about the "uphill"
to be poetic or whatever, now I'm going to give the sequel, the "downhill"
I sound like every missionary ever when I say, there's no way I've been this long, but it's also felt like 50 years but also 5 days. but looking back, so much has happened and changed but especially, me.
my entire mission I've been a counter 100p. Like, oh if I just get to 6, then I'm only 3 months till half, then at half I'm only 3 months to a year.
but now I'm here and it's crazy. 9 months
the last 9 haven't been the best 9 of my life in the sense that It hasn't been pure bliss and joy.
but it has been hands down the best 9 months for my life.
I am forever in awe and grateful of this opportunity God has given me to grow and learn and, through the process, cling to my Savior and use him in no way before.
I love my mission because of that
this week being Easter was especially a time I loved serving and being a missionary because I just kept thinking,
he died on a cross for me and all I have to do is clap at this door
my love for the Savior is deeper every day
what a blessing I've had the past 9 months to serve him
about 3 months ago, I went to São Paulo to do visa work, and I flew out of the Florianópolis airport. something, obviously, I wasn't expecting to do until I went home.
but this was actually a chance for me to sit in a plane, fly out of Florianópolis and think, "If this plane was instead going home right now, would I be ready?"
and normally, with that little of time in the mission, you really are wanting the mission to go fast.
I did.
and I asked myself that and responded, no. I wasn't ready to go home, I hadn't done or changed enough.
which was 3 months ago
flash forward today, with 9 months.
"if a plane was taking me home right now, would I be ready"
the answer is no
I have learned so many lessons--tough lessons, gone through lonely and hard times, but really all of that is built together to these 9 months consecrating me as a disciple and earning my testimony.
but in just 9 months, I'll be on a plane, and this time, that plane will be taking me home.
looking over as I leave this island here in Brazil and all I'll want is one more week. one more door to clap, one more baptism just one more day.
in 9 months, I'll get off that plane, walk down an alley way at the airport, and I'll hug all of you, cry
but most importantly I'll testify.
that he lives
I have so much to say, to talk about, but this is an email not a book, so you'll just have to all wait and I'll tell you all in 9 months.
but for now,
I'm here, and I want to be here. I'm not ready to come home.
because when else will I get the chance to talk all hours of the day about Jesus Christ, in Brazil, in Português, with God's so loved Brazilians.
never
so I'm here
but in 9 I won't be
so it's the downhill
and it'll go fast, like downhills do
and I won't take it for granted
see you in 9
Sister Copeland
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