Breinholt, Bella P

Time is so special.  Things that at one time were so unfamiliar become familiar.  People who were once strangers become dear friends.  With time comes experience, lessons learned, good memories, and a bigger heart.  The last 6 months in stockport has been a time of my life that i will never forget. It's a time that has become a piece of my heart.  Stockport is my place. It holds some of the most significant and spiritual experiences i have ever had in my life.  Stockport is the place where i have come to know my saviour. It took me being here for 6 months to finally understand why. Why here? Why me?  For him! Jesus Christ is why and he chose me! I had a bittersweet week.  Walking up and down the streets i have walked for 6 months.  Walking down Kennerly Road to get the 192 to town centre for some of the final times.  Drinking hot chocolate from my favourite cafe with the workers i have grown to love and consider dear friends.  Going...

A letter to me,  "Hey Sister B!! You made it! So far i have made it 2 whole weeks at the Provo MTC:) Now its time to teach the brits!  Im so proud of you. You have made amazing strides. Think about where you were a year ago...NOW LOOK WHERE YOU ARE!!  Be proud of yourself!  You accomplished your goal!  YOU ARE CONFIDENT IN YOURSELF AS A MISSIONARY!! Don't ever lose that confidence.  The field is going to be so hard... Never forget what you believe and stand for.  Remember who got you here.  Jesus Christ. He loves you! He knows you! He is proud of you! Heavenly Father loves you! He knows you! He is proud of you! How cool is it that he is trusting you with his children?! That is because of your faith & love for the gospel. Don't forget your purpose! Never stop listening to the spirit...He guides you to those who need & are ready to hear his message.  I know without a doubt in my mind that my heavenly father and jesus christ love me. I k...

"They heard His voice, a voice so mild.  It pierced them through and made their souls to quake.  They saw Him come, a man in white, The Savior, who had suffered for their sake.  They felt the wounds in hands and side,  And each could testify This is the Christ.  This is the Christ, the holy Son of God, Our Savior, Lord, Redeemer of mankind.  This is the Christ, the Healer of our souls, Who ransomed us with love divine. I read His words, the words He prayed While bearing sorrow in Gethsemane.  I feel His love, the price He paid.  How many drops of blood were spilled for me?  With Saints of old in joyful cry I too can testify This is the Christ.  This is the Christ, the holy Son of God, Our Savior, Lord, Redeemer of mankind.  This is the Christ, the Healer of our souls, Who ransomed us with love divine." I too think about what i must've been like. To see the Saviour of the world come again. To show he fulfilled the will of his father....

As I sit and ponder this last week my eyes continue to fill with tears. This week was filled with so many moments where it was confirmed to me that the Lord was looking out for me.  For the last couple months i feel like i have been climbing this steep mountain. A mountain at moments feels impossible to conquer.  In the morning one day i found myself asking heavenly father to show me his hand. To show me that he was working with the area. A fault i find in myself is that i am constantly asking him/people for reassurance. Trusting is hard for me. But, even though i ask him many times, each time he shows me that, "his hand is stretched out still."  After this prayer i had the strongest feeling that we needed to go to this café in our town centre. It's a cafe we go to quite often but this particular day i knew we needed to go. Nothing crazy happened on the way there. There wasnt anything that struck me in proving that we were in the right place at the right time but, its oka...