Happy Friday, guys and dolls.

I have so many things running through my head and I want to tell you all of it. Okay? Okay.

1. Girl’s Night. 

Last night was our first annual Girl’s Night. A couple weeks ago some of my wardies were at my house because of a relief society activity and I told them I wanted to do a Neighborhood Girl’s Night every month. But I didn’t know how to go about it and, honestly, I was scared.

Right then they were like “Okay, when, where, how, who?” They pushed it along and we had a date set! It would be every first Thursday of the month. I climbed into bed and curled up in a ball because I was so excited/scared.

So last night it happened. The neighbor girls brought awesome food, we hung out with some neighbors that we only see outside of church, we chatted and goofed off and laughed and it ohhh, it was everything I needed.

So, yeah, a shout out to the fab party committee– Karina, Amber, Allie, and Charlie. Y’all rock.

2. The deal with missionary work.

At girl’s night Allie brought her neighbor named Abby. She’s from India and was seriously the star of the party. She was loud and funny and interesting and smart and laughed easily.

Get this: she’s been living in the apartment under Allie for SIX YEARS and no one has known about her!

SIX YEARS.

She said she just doesn’t know a lot of girls and hasn’t had a lot of people to hang out with.

I freaking complain if I don’t hang out with girls in a two-week period, but I still have church that puts me in a room full of girls for an hour every Sunday and I have monthly church activities with all girls.

My heart sank when I heard this about Abby. I was so, so sad.

On Sunday we had a lesson on missionary work. I usually put a guard on when we talk about missionary work because too often I feel like I’m being guilted into it. Like, “When you’re in the afterlife, your neighbors are going to confront you and say ‘Why didn’t you teach me about Jesus?’ and you’re going to feel so bad.” Oh, please! Get your space doctrine shaming out of my face.

But this did not happen on Sunday. Completely opposite. The sister missionaries spoke with us and they are both converts. One of them was raised Baptist and she used to go off about them crazy Mormons. Of course I loved that story. And now she’s on an LDS missionary.

They shared one scripture at the end. I felt like I got smacked on the face when they read it:

John 21:15-17

15 So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs.

16 He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep.

17 He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.

When I think of Jesus, all I think about is countless love He has for me. So when I thought about feeding his sheep, I thought about how much love we need to love everyone around us. Feed our neighbors with love.

When the Word of Wisdom first came out in the LDS church, we were encouraged to not drink alcohol. We were encouraged to drink moderately. But things didn’t change and we didn’t take that encouragement seriously, so it became a commandment. I’ve been thinking about that with missionary work, except that we are commanded to love our neighbor. As Mormons and Christians, loving is a commandment. But, like the Word of Wisdom, if we can’t love our neighbors on our own, that’s when our wards are going to start picking on us and assigning us people to go and serve.

What I’m saying is that loving and serving others is so important, because no one should have to wait six years for a girlfriend to knock on their door and invite them to a girl’s night.

Anyway, this is probably super boring. Maybe I should have written this all in my journal instead, but whatevs. But can you FEEL me here? Can you FEEL the smack on my face to serve others? Ya feeling me, y’all? 🙂

3. My lesson on Sunday

I taught and what I loved so much was studying the scriptures that day before. I spent six hours studying, looking at history sites online, and overall trying to better understand the bible. You guys! Sennacherib, the King of Assyria, was a total a-hole. And the Assyrians were brutal, man.

Also, I figured out who the freaking Levites were. I felt like I understood the whole 12 Tribes thing, and then the Levites are mentioned in the very first verse I’m supposed to read, so I spent an hour trying to figure out the 12 Tribes all over again.

I love being a gospel doctrine teacher. I am learning so much about the bible. The Old Testament rocks.

4. Humans of New York

Humans of New York is traveling the world right now, making my Facebook feed the best. thing. ever. You guys need to check it out.  I’m learning about the world through simple quotes of people in Uganda, South Sudan, Jordan, etc.

5. This whole book writing thing.

I just erased everything I wrote about this. Hah. The issue with talking about this is that I feel like I’m getting really personal in a really vague way. Point is, I’m still writing and it hurts so much to write it. It hurts me the second I start thinking about it. It was such a short time with so many emotions and different situations. The beautiful, hilarious, wonderful, awful, the most embarrassing moment of my life (I still cringe that one day I’m going to put it on paper), heartbreaking, weird, scary, ridiculous, and one day I’m going to write it all and then stick MY name on it and say, yep, every bit of that was me. Love me, shame me, hate me–it’s all me.

6.

Nah, I don’t have a six. Going to post this now. I’m going to take a picture of myself right now because my posts like double in readership when I post a picture, haha. I went running with my buds this morning up the mountain and then I came home and slept… Until 11am. Haha! FYI, we found out how long that mountain trail is–four miles! Up hill, down hill, rocky, foresty. Oh, you guys I love it so much. Anyway, so I’m still in bed and I still haven’t showered, hence the photo.

OH MY GOSH I HAVE A 6TH!

(legit) 6. BYU PEOPLE, STOP RUNNING OVER MY BROTHER-IN-LAW!

Kevin has a broken foot right now. Why? Because he was riding his bike and someone ran into him in their car. This is his SECOND time that he’s gotten hit while riding his bike. I’m pissed. People, don’t run over my family. Look where you’re going. Be careful.

Ope, here’s a 7th… I’m practicing my German… by myself. Sad, really. 🙂