Breinholt, Bella P

I hate asking for help.  I would much rather do everything myself. Maybe its because i don't want to look weak in the sight of others.  I feel a sense of accomplishment when I do things on my own.  I feel that this has become a major battle for me on my mission.  Asking for help.  Humbly submitting to the will of the Father.  Doing it his way over mine.  Its a lesson i learned deeply this week.  A love for Heavenly Father leads to a sense of humbleness, a willingness to be able to submit yourself to the will of the Father. Maybe its because you trust that the love he has for you and the love you have for him will allow him to lead you in the way that will allow you to grow and become the best version of yourself.  Because of this humble love.  I felt a new sense to obtain the attributes of humility and charity.  Its one that can be quite difficult for me.  I want to be able to love so deeply.  I want to be able to love eve...

Something i have gained a deep appreciation for is goodbyes.  There's something so special about that final embrace.  Getting to say the words "see you soon." My mission has been full of goodbyes. Especially recently.  But no matter how many times i say goodbye, it never gets easier.  About 30 minutes ago i said goodbye to my sweet friend Sister Phelan.  One final embrace. A see you later moment.  My heart aches to see her go.  She is one of my angels that God sent here specifically for me.  There came a full circle moment for us as we got to walk to streets of England together one more time. Doing what we love most.  It was a day of miracles.  There was one more Book of Mormon on our shelf.  I invited her to write down what she felt to be true inside of it.  There was someone waiting for that book with her witness in it. And we were going to do everything possible to find them.  We pleaded with the Lord to lead us.  ...

It all started in that upper room.  One last word.  A way to remember his body and blood was given there.  "My time is at hand" Because soon one of his greatest friends would quickly forget and betray him.  Thats where that long & painful walk began.  In that upper room.  Down to that low place.  Gethsemane.  His low place.  His place of pain and suffering.  The place where the weight of the world would fall upon his shoulders and cause him to bleed from every pore.   I thought about this walk a lot this week.  What those moments mustve been like for Christ.  I found myself walking.  I was in the hills in Rhyl. It was quiet. I prayed that the spirit would teach me in the time of quietness.  The words of this song began to fill my mind.  "Jesus climbed the hill to the Garden still;  His steps were heavy and slow." "Love and a prayer took Him there to the place only He could go." My steps began t...

I love the stillness and peace that fills the celestial room of the temple.  This room has become a safe place for me. A place where i take my deepest questions and concerns to the Lord. It just feels right to talk to him about those things there.  As i sat in this beautiful place this week i was astonished by the light that entered the room. The warmth of the sun on my face as i looked up at the beautiful light fixtures.  This is heaven on earth.  I truly believed in this moment that the angels of heaven were among us.  Filling my soul with peace and joy.  This peace and joy that filled my heart was exactly what i needed this week.  I needed these angels.  I truly believe that Gods sends us these angels.  To walk with us. To comfort us. To fill us.  God continued to send his angels to answer these pleas in many tender moments this week.  When we were walking down the street where the car park was.  2 minutes of a finding was l...

The phrase, "...has the day of miracles ceased?" has continued to play throughout my mind this week.  I was studying Moroni 7 the other day and my eye caught hold of this phrase. Amongst all the terrible things happening in Moroni's life at this point in time he chooses to go back and reflect on his fathers words.  "...has the day of miracles ceased?" I wonder if at times Moroni had this phrase go through his mind. With all the war and contention. Losing the people he loved most.  "...has the day of miracles ceased?" I think why this question has rang through my mind so much this week is because of the people.  The ones with the broken and sad stories.  The ones without hope or belief.  We stopped them in the streets.  We sit with them in their homes.  Meet them in the libraries.  And in their own way they ask,  "...has the day of miracles ceased?" "Nay." We reply.  We were walking the quite road leading to this little library in Mo...