As you should all know, general conference was a solid 10.
My favorite talk was by Bishop Gary E. Stevenson. (The guy that talked about the Olympics.) He related this mortal life to the short "four minutes" that some Olympic athletes have to do the absolute best that they can, and ultimately win the gold medal. In life we have about 80 or so years if we're lucky, and the gold medal is eternal life. But like the Olympics, one small mistake, can completely alter the outcome and we may lose the prize. Fortunately God is super nice and has this super cool plan that Jesus Christ is the center of. And, if we make a mistake, it can be resolved and forgiven through the Atonement.
Here's the thing, you have to use the Atonement and repent to fix the mistakes each and every day. We have no idea when our four minutes are up and the race comes to and end. To be honest, I was really scared to hear that because I'm really afraid of dying. I know you all make fun of me for that, but it's true. Specifically I am afraid I'm going to die in a car accident. I think I have this fear because of the car accident I was in just a couple days before beginning my mission, but eight months later and I'm still super nervous being in or around cars. Point is, I shouldn't be afraid of dying. I shouldn't be afraid of it BECAUSE if I die, it just means I get to go back and live with Heavenly Father again!
...I'm not even sure if that's what the talk was about, but that's what I was thinking about the entire time. Here's the link so you can read it for yourself. https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2014/04/your-four-minutes?lang=eng
Other news: I'm in a trio now! My two companions are Chi Vy and Chi Tien. We're having a good time kickin' it in the Thao Dien branch until the transfer ends next week. End of transfers means transfer predictions! I think I get more anxious about transfers then I did about getting my actual mission call. Here's what I'm thinking: I go to Hanoi, spend four transfers there, then go to Cambo and die with Sister Litchfield. Die = finish mission. Missionary lingo is pretty weird. Like your trainer is your mom, then when you train you have children of your own and people always ask when you're dying or when you were born. Missionaries are weird. If you know how to do math you may notice that I only have six transfers left...yep. Better start getting the "Welcome Home Sister Egelund" posters ready. BTW I'm expecting posters...with sparkles on them. Please.
Alright. That's it. See ya around.
Love,
Sister Egelund
P.S. I went to the store last week and started talking to the cashier about these tricked out speakers they were selling. He thought I was interested in buying them so he tested them for me...by playing the Jonas Brothers.
I covered my ears and walked out.
#Temptations #SatanIsALifeRuiner #iMissTheJoBros
Pics: They have Banana Republic in Vietnam...I died.
And here's a shopping/mirror in the elevator/Viet guy in the background photo.
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