Alrighty, I am alive but barely. Let me just tell you all a story.Once upon a time there was a stupid sister missionary named Sister Wright. But we'll rename her Sista Donu (note from the mama: "Donu" means "right" in Fijian, so this name is her Fijian name) to protect her identity. Now Sista Donu was a good missionary at heart, but because the end of her mission was looming fast, she had started to get complacent. And because of that, she also started to catch the trunky bug. In case you didn't already know, trunkiness and the Spirit do not mix. So spiritually, she was lacking strength. It was not a good thing. Not a good thing at all. And slowly, a negative attitude started to creep it's way into her soul. She was not the missionary she had always wanted to be. She rolled her eyes at people when they told her she needed to change. She saw the end as an escape. This was not good. This mindsetting was an big issue. And she knew it, but it was hard to get out of it.
Since Sister Mataoa arrived, Sista Donu has seen a change in herself. She is closer to meeting her true potential as a missionary than ever before. She is more obedient, more diligent, and much better. She is also exhausted. But it isn't so bad, being totally bone tired in the service of God.
I want to encourage all of you out there to do your own study of the Atonement. Make our Savior Jesus Christ the center of your lives. Make Him your reason. You won't regret it.
I love you all. Thank you for helping me persevere. Hopefully I still have enough time to make you proud.