Monday, August 25, 2014

The Mish...

So the other week, I was so excited about little Scarlett that I printed some of the pictures that y´all sent me. But when we got to the the house, they were no where to be found. Seriously. I prayed all week in order to find them, but nada. So all week when I said "I´M AN AUNT", everyone said, pictures pictures..and there I was...without a single picture. Sigh. But today I printed a ton de nuevo so now I´m locked and loaded!

This week is cambios. I now have 6 months in Brillador in La Serena...so vamos a ver que pasa CHUNCHUNCHUUUUUNNN. Part of me wants to stay here 1 time more with Hermana Mori and part of me is calm with leaving...so I guess we´ll just wait and see! The will of God be done, right? :)

I don´t have much to write about....hmmmm. I guess I´ll just say that I am so excited to have me, Tory, Katie, and Cameron (and all the other friends and everyone) out serving missions together. This morning during companionship study, I was talking with my companion about the mission and the plan of salvation and just how perfect everything is. And I started to cry, cause I left the spirit so strong. The mission is like living in the celestial kingdom and looking down at the telestial... I love being able to feel the spirit and and then see how it can help others and then explaining to them the perfect love and plan that God has for them. It has been the biggest blessing of my life to serve a mission. Without a doubt. The hardest blessing, but the best. I can´t imagine anything better for my life. If you know anyone who is thinking about going on a mission but isn´t sure, EXHORT them to go! Seriously, it´ll only change them for the better. If we serve with an open heart and a humble spirit, miracles happen. What could be better than to see and be a miracle and angel in the lives of other people?? Nothing, that´s what.

Be the light for the world. Look for miracles. And smile always.


Love you guys more than anything and I pray with all my heart for every one of you everyday.

Love always and always,

Hermana Abigail Page

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Church is true...

Firstly, our family is just a family of 13´s isn´t it?? My year mark, the aniversary of mom and dad, and my little nació!! Best day ever :) I love her already..even though it hasn´t sunk in yet. I think it´ll hit me when I come down the escalador in the airport and there´s a baby! Haha, but I´m gonna get there in the perfect time..right when she´s ready to start playing ;) Ay...my little peanut.

Also, I am officially one year older and wiser too in my mission! I literally cannot believe it...I only have 6 months left.....AHHH. ...Okay, time to change the topic.


What I wanted to tell you guys más que nada is a experience that I had this week. Gradually I have been feeling bad and badder inside my mind and heart. Ya know, Satan working hard so that I´m sad and all that. But anyways, as a mission, we are doing a 40 day fast so that we can consagrate us to the obra even more. And every person in the mission is sacrificing things individually. But Satan (the sneaky little guy) obviously doesn´t want me to be happy, so He has been amping up the things that I am trying to change for my fast. Long story short, I have been praying and fasting and I got a blessing and every thing, but I have been feeling really bad. So on Saturday night I was just fed up with Satan and how I have been feeling, so at like 11:30 at night I rolled over in my bed, got on my knees and began to cry while praying, pleading with the Lord that He can help me change. That He can tell me what I need to do to really change who I am..the things that I lack, in order to really use these last 6 months with all my heart, might, mind, and strength. At the end of my prayer, I asked God to tell me what I needed to change during church the next day. That something that I felt or heard could help my to know the next step cause I seriously didn´t know what else to do.
And just to let ya know...God loves us. And He listens to us with ears of a loving Father. And if we are willing to change our heart, He will answer us.
During Church, I got my answer, and now I know what I am going to strive to do better so that I can give it all to the Lord.

This is the best time of my life.
I love my Savior, and I know that He literally watches over me.

Love always and always,
Hermana Abigail Page

Ps...send my little peanut ALL my love...and lots of kisses from her favorite aunt ;) Hey! We´ve gotta train her while she´s little...put a picture of me and say "tia favorita"

Monday, August 11, 2014

(sin tema especifico​)

(sin tema especifico​)
The truth is..that sometimes I don´t know what to write. There are a million things and experiences or feelings that are in my head, and I wanna share them all! But obviously time is my enemy so I won´t be able to go on rabbling for too long. But seriously, I´m better at rabbling out my feeling than typing them out (like you all are fully aware).

I guess I´ll just say that I love my Savior. I love that His atonement isn´t conditional. It´s infinite. And it doesn´t matter how many times we mess up, or how many times we fall down, or how many times we feel lost...there He is..waiting patiently for us. Sometimes I literally imagine walking on a path next to Christ...walkin walkin walkin, when suddenly we look over to the side and we get distracted by a butterfly or a plane or superman or whatever and we take a "short cut of doom" into the woods by the path. And Christ tries to talk us out of it, pleading us to keep walking with Him cause we will get to "grandma´s house" soon. But us, being tan porfiados, we ignore Him and go into the woods... and then after falling and getting lost and scraped up, we make it back to the path again, and there is Christ...waiting patiently right where we left Him, and he stretches his hand out to us and says "...yeah, are you ready to keep going?". Without anger, without giving us guilt, without chewing us out for being tan tonto. Nada de eso! Just lovingly accepting us and helping us to "keep on swimming".

How awesome is Christ´s love?? Goodness, it just blows my mind sometimes :) I love Him so much, and I am so glad and grateful from the time He has given me to lovingly explain and demonstrate a portion of that same love with His children here in Chile.

Another thing...I am so excited for my little peanut!! And I think I´m with dad..cause she´s gonna be born on the 13th! Anniversary of Mom and Dad and my year mark in the mission! 13 is just our number, isn´t it?

But that´s all that I´ve got time for! I love you all a boatload! Give my lil peanut Scarlet lots of love from my part!!!!!!

Until next week!

Love always and always,

Hermana Abigail Page

Monday, August 4, 2014

Bedtime Stories...


Once upon a time, in a far away land se llama La Serena, there once were two brave princesses named Page y Mori. They had been searching high and low for "the chosen one". The one that had been promised to them by the wise scorcerer (Presidente). Far and long, high and low, left and right they searched trying to find the special soul. But on and on they went without any trace of the person. Without even a hint or clue of how to recognize the chosen one, they began to lose hope that they could be the ones to accomplish the task. "How can it be" they said. "Maybe the scorcerer was wrong...maybe we weren´t meant to find the chosen one.." But either way, with some of the last drops of hope, they went. Looking even harder. Knocking every castle door, searching in every pasture, talking to every peasant and prince and knight that passed them on their path.
One day, when passing through a familiar path that the two princesses usually used to arrive in town, there was a young maid outside a cottage washing out the stagecouch. Not thinking too much about the young lady, they gave a friendly hello and kept walking. Not 4 steps after crossing in front of the young woman, Page and Mori were brought to a hault in the path. Their feet could not go another step. "Turn around" said a voice. "Talk to the maid. What do you have to lose?" So without trying to overthink the still voice, Page and Mori turned and began to talk to the woman. She asked what their purpose on their path was and where were they going. They replied that they were pricesses on a noble quest to find the chosen one..the soul that could become the heir to the kingdom. The young maid, intriged in how two ladies so young would embark on such an errand, began to question the reasoning of the two princesses. With a flicker of hope, Page and Mori, invited the maid to the castle in order to explain the purpose of the quest more clearly. The maid, Francisca, began to come to the castle frequently (and Page and Mori traveled to her cottage as well) to learn about the kingdom, the quest, and the chosen one. After a few visits, Page and Mori told the Francisca that they believed her to be the chosen one..the one from the fortune of the sorcerer. Doubting herself, but also trusting in the princesses, the Francisca did not know what she should do. "Ask the king" Page and Mori told her.

A few days went by as Francisca wrote a correspondence to the king and waited for her response..explaining her feelings, her thoughts, her doubts, her desires.

One day Page and Mori, hopefully that by then the king had sent a response to Francisca, headed towards her cottage to see if she was ready to accept her title as the chosen heir. When they arrived, the Francisca sat them down at the small table. With the fireplace crackling and the hearts of Page and Mori pounding, Francisca said "I recieved my reply from the king. And I have my answer..........I am ready."

Rejoicing was had throughout the kingdom as the royal court planned the correlacion and the ball to celebrate! When the day arrived, Francisca, nervous but ready, took on her title of heir to the kingdom and realized for herself that she was indeed chosen...special...the Princess of a King.

And from that moment on, the Princesses Page and Mori followed on with other quests and the Francisca resumed her training to one day become queen.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Love always and always,

Hermana Abigail Page