so last Wednesday right after i got done emailing you lovely people i went back to my dormitorio, it was raining a little and was talking with another elder in my dorm when this huge flash of lit up my whole room. after a split second of confusion i realized it was lightning, and then BOOM!!!!!! the loudest thunder i have ever heard tore through the room! we both turn to each other and started shouting and cheering. we were all going crazy for a few minutes after, and then i look back at my window and water is pouring over the sill!! it was raining sideways through lour window i slammed the window shut, but the seal was about as useful as an empty fire extinguisher. so we spent a good half hour mopping up water and trying to find a way to fix our window.
i already told you guys about my pants not fitting...still a little embarrassed about that...
one thing i have learned while here at the CCM is that the days when i think a lot about what is going on back home(i hear it is actually getting cold) or the people i won't see for 23 and a half more months, like my little baby brother hyrum. are the days when the food tastes the worst, my feet hurt, and i fall asleep in devotionals.
on the other hand, the days when i think that going on a mission isn't taking a break from my life, but that i chose to do this, to serve a mission. those are the times i feel the holy ghost tell me what to say and i say things in Spanish that i would never have been able to say by myself. yes the food still doesn't taste super great, but it is worth it. because the person i will be when i walk of that plane in salt lake city, will far out pace the boy who left home those two years ago.
we recently watched a talk by Elder Holland, and he said (more or less) that you can never go back, that person you were before your mission is gone. if you go home and fall away from the church after two years of preaching repentance and faith, how could you ever be able to look an investigator, your family or anyone else in the eye? the savior said feed my sheep, and that isnt just for two years, it is for the rest of your life.
i really like this, i feel like to often i have settled for pretty good, or i haven't stood up against inappropriate jokes, or a load of other things that i haven't been great at, now i know i wont ever be perfect, but i can definitely do a lot better.
i'm sorry if any of you were hoping the old Noah would come back and still want to go dumpster diving, or any of those other things we used to do that weren't all that great. i cant go back, i wont go back. in the same talk by Elder Holland he talks of how after the savior's death, peter didn't know what to do. so in essence peter said " this has been a great time but now i am going to go back to fishing" they fish for a night and don't have any luck and then in the morning a man appears on the shore and tells them to throw their nets on the right side of the ship. they do and the almost sink their ship trying to pull in all of the fish. it dawns on Peter that they have been in this situation before and he doesn't even wait for the boat to row to shore, he leaps into the water and swims to the shore. the savior feeds them breakfast and then he asks peter, do you love me more than these fish and your boat? Peter answers that he does, and two more times Jesus asks the same question. then he tells peter to feed my sheep. after this one night of going back to fishing peter realizes that the savior didn't call him just for that short period of time, it was for ever. peter then becomes so faithful the sick would ask for their beds to be put in the street so his shadow might touch them and they would be healed.
i have been called, set apart and ordained to this work. and it isn't just for two years, it is forever.