Dearest friends, family, and others,
As
I look back on this past week I realize how quickly everything can
change! This week started out really normal and pretty good. On Thursday
we had zone conference! It was the last zone conference for President
and Hermana Dyer because their last day was Friday and President and
Hermana Hansen were coming Friday morning. It was a really good
conference and it was fun to be there for their last conference.
This week was a really bad week for the infection in my toe. I
am not sure what happened but it got so much worse. It became very hard
to walk and instead of just oozing a little bit of puss I was starting
to get a little bit of blood in there as well. All of Wednesday
afternoon I spent in the emergency room trying to get something for the
pain. However, as had happened the 4 times before that, the doctors just
told me to come back another day and they would do something. They
didn't even get me anything for the pain. Thursday night they had me
call the doctor in charge of my mission and send a picture so that he
could decide what needed to be done. He actually told me that I needed
to get home as soon as possible so that the doctors in the US could help
me. Next thing I know, I have my flight planned out and I left the next
night, not even 24 hours after the phone call. Not only that but I got
to fly home with my mission presidents. That was a blessing for me
because I didn't have to fly alone.
On Friday night we flew to Santa Cruz, Bolivia and stayed in a
Hotel. The next day we had a 7 hour flight to Miami and then to Dallas
Texas. I was able to spend the night with my Aunt and Uncle which was
wonderful! Then on Sunday morning I had my last flight back to good old
Utah. In all honesty this was the hardest thing in the world. I felt
like I was giving up. Why couldn't I just have a normal mission like
everyone else? Why did everything have to be so darn hard?! I did my
best to be a good missionary. I prayed herder than I ever have in my
entire life, I did my best to be 100% obedient, I was teaching the
gospel, why did I have to come home? I felt like I just wasn't good
enough to be a missionary. It was even harder when I went to meet with
the Stake President and got released. I am not an official missionary
anymore. Taking off the name tag actually made everything real. However,
it made me even more determined to get back to Bolivia as soon as I
possibly can! I will be going back. I am not just going to give up!
I was extremely blessed by being able to go to a doctor right
away. I went to the doctor and he told me that we needed to remove my
toenail so that the infection would be able to clear out. After he took
off my nail he realized that the infection was a whole lot deeper than
they thought. He was worried that the infection had grown into the bone
and that I would have to lose my toe! Goodness, I don't know why but
when he said that I just thought it was funny. My companions and friends
in the Mission had always joked about that and I realized that it was a
possibility now. However, from the x-rays they think that the bone is
okay. That is another blessing!
As of right now I am home for around 6-8 weeks. I am looking
forward to the day when I can put that name tag back on and go and serve
the people in Bolivia again. I am amazed at how the Lord has been
blessing me over the past couple months. It has honestly been the
hardest and most rewarding months of my life. I am so much closer to the
Lord and am amazed at the love He shows for me. By looking back I know
that I have not been alone. The Lord is always by my side and I am so
extremely grateful for that.
That is all for this week. The church is true and God really
is our Loving father in Heaven. Thank you so much for all of your
support! I am so grateful for all of you..
Hermana Morey
