La rentree

C'est carrement difficile pour moi d'exprimer mes sentiments sur les derniers 18 mois. Comment puis-je commencer? Je ne sais pas.

I can't decide how to do this blog post. I have been home for three weeks. Sometimes I look down and go, "holy crap! Where is my plaque!" Then I remember I don't wear one anymore. Sometimes I am in the store with someone and they go down a different aisle while I am looking at something and I stop and follow them since I can't be alone... but I can. Sometimes people call me by my first name and my heart twists a little. You can't call me that! But they can.

Coming home from a mission is just wonderful and terrible all at the same time. You are figuring out your next step, ("where am I going to find a job?") you are trying to speak in English, but you don't want to stop thinking in French because you don't want to lose it. You are happy to be with your family, but you just want to go back to France and teach people the gospel.

So yes, it is an adjustment. Its funny when you are leaving though. You know it isn't the place you belong anymore. I committed to the Lord that I would spend 18 months in France, sharing the gospel with His children there. I did that. I gave it everything I had. Some days were not perfect. I didn't always say the right thing, especially not in French. But I loved every minute of it. Now it is done and it is time for me to go home and do other things. Would you like to see a few pictures of some people I really love? Good, cause here they are.

There is more. There is so so so so so much more. If I could write every single day of my mission on here... well sometimes you'd be bored I'll admit. I think, however, there would never be enough space for me to describe what I learned, and who I hope I became, and what I am still trying to become. So I'll try to share some of that here. Explain why I went. Show some pictures of where I went. Talk about people I met, things I learned, things I taught, and maybe even have it all make sense to you.

I have missed you my blog friends. Renny is back. Let the beautiful thoughts begin! Avec beaucoup plus de français cette fois-ci! Il le faut!


Somewhere Only We Know

This is officially it my dears. The last pre mission post. Yesterday my grandma, two aunts, and an uncle came into town. Today was my last day at work and I was given presents and cake. Tomorrow is the party at my parent's house. Sunday I get set apart as a missionary. Sometime this weekend I have to pack. Monday we leave for Utah. Wednesday at 1:30 PM I enter into the MTC.

You know what is crazy? I am not freaking out about this at all. That is very unlike me. You know how I was the last time I went to France. I sat on the plane thinking, "turn around, turn around. TURN. THE PLANE. AROUND!" This time I'm like, "yeah... I'm going." It is so nice to know that someone else is taking care of the travel details for me. Unless this is an "Other Side of Heaven" situation and I have to sit in a make shift storage prison because nobody is there to get me and the French didn't know I was coming. Oh well, at least I'll have my trumpet to keep me company... oh, wait.

Anyway. Here it is, the address. I know how terrible I was about writing all of my friends whilst they were missioning. Once each I believe. So, if that is all you can muster in the next 18 months I'll understand. I would LOVE to hear from you though. There is nothing better than letters in the mail. I will respond if you write me.

So, while I am in the MTC (about six weeks) my address will be:

Sister Lindsey Marie Reynolds
MTC Mailbox # 228
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604-1793

Then when I am in France it will be:

Sister Lindsey Marie Reynolds
France Lyon Mission
Lyon Business Centre
59 rue de l'Abondance
69003 Lyon 

my email address is: lindsey.reynolds@myldsmail.net

I don't know what my email rules will be yet, so if you email me leave you address in the email and if I can't respond electronically I'll write you back.

So I leave you with a Chanson de Mission and tell you I love you, and thanks for reading. I'll see you when I get back, because you better believe I'll be mission blogging like there is no tomorrow come August of next year.


The Lamp is Growing Dim

We're in the final countdown here my friends. I spoke in church today, my "farewell" talk if you will. I ended up getting a little teary eyed while speaking, something I don't like to do and usually don't do. Today I was overwhelmed by the people that came to see me, people I hadn't seen in a while, and a few people I really wasn't expecting to see at all. It was so lovely.

The only sad part of the day was that I arrived at the church early to practice the song my sister and sister in law would be singing. I was opening up the piano and the top part snapped down on one of the buttons on my sweater and it broke into a million pieces and shot everywhere. Now my cute turquoise cardigan is missing a button, and I don't know where the spare is. :( I must find a new button before I leave.

This Saturday we are having an open house with lots of delicious french foods (no escargots I promise.) If you're in the Phoenix area I'd love it if you could stop by. Then Monday its the drive up to Utah, Wednesday  the 20th I report to the MTC at 1:30 PM. Then for the next 18th  months I'll be doing nothing but missionary work. I have mixed emotions getting this close, but I suppose that is typical for every time one thing in your life ends and a new thing begins.

As frustrating as my job can be I am sad its ending. I like the teachers and the other aid in the classroom I'm in. Those kids drive me up a wall most of the time, but I still love them. I've seen how hard some of them have it and my heart aches for them, and I wish I could stay with them. Most especially the kid I am a one on one with. It has been a tough road to get him to participate in class and not throw so many tantrums or hold on to things that upset him. Now he feels like he has friends and my favorite part of the day is when he looks at me with his eyes wide open and says, "Miss Reynolds guess what!" Then he proceeds to tell me about some cool, exciting thing he did, or saw, or made, or received as a gift. I don't want him to feel I am abandoning him, but I really have no idea how he will perceive it at all. I love him too and want him to be happy and successful in life. I'll have to check in on him after the mission.

The weird thing about missions is that life keeps moving forward but there are parts you kind of have to miss for awhile. For example, my sister in law is pregnant and having a baby boy in May. Normally, if I were in college and this were to happen I could maybe fly home for a visit, or at the very least call and video chat to see him and talk to family and take part in the celebration. This time I'll be in France, and can maybe get an email with a photo, and that is that. When I think about things like that I become truly grateful that I am part of an eternal family. I may miss the birth, but we have forever to get to know each other, and we can start as soon as I get back!

Well I will hopefully get one more post done before I leave (with my address so you lovely people can write/ email me!) After that it will be bien tôt for this blog of mine until sometime in late 2014. Please write! I'd love to tell you all about my missionary experiences :)


Pretzel Time

I have a confession guys. When I first joined Pinterest I was rarely on the site. I was busy, didn't have time for more social networking, I never thought about it, etc.

Ever since I started my job I've becoming a Pinterest maniac. Our kids have computer lab every day. They have to work on SuccessMaker, a program designed to improve their reading and math scores on the ultimate indicator of whether one will be successful in life: standardized tests.

Because working with kids to make them successful by helping them with concepts they have not yet mastered is taboo, we are not allowed to help them while they work on said program. Therefore, we have a lot of time to sit in the lab, and be on Pinterest. I often start pinning things involving my current food craving.

All of this pinning led to me making pretzels today. They were delicious friends. Also, not hard to make.

I followed the recipe exactly. No substituting ingredients, no experimenting with ratios or trying to make them gluten free, safe for diabetics, or healthier for myself. I just followed a recipe that was developed from someone ELSE'S trial and error and enjoyed the fruits of their labor.

So, feeling the need for some pretzels? Use this recipe, you will not regret it.


We Could Do More Than Just Dream

Happy Martin Luther King Junior Birthday Observance Day today guys. For the first time since 2008 I took part in a family tradition of heading up to Flagstaff and playing in the snow. We took the tiny people with us. They are ridiculously cute. It was good times. After the mission I am definitely going to have to move to Flagstaff. Coconino County here I come! Soon...

Anyway, in other news, here is a video for y'all to watch.

Just in case you didn't catch it, Stephen Christian wrote this song after listening to a radio show about the life of MLK, Jr.

Remember to always judge people by the content of their character. I think people always kind of forget that part of his dream. Content of character counts.