I Can Do Hard Things

With my mission coming up closer and closer I won't deny the fact that I am scared. Everyone who has ever served a mission knows what I'm talking about. Feelings of inadequacy are running rampant through my entire being. I often find myself asking these questions; Why must I feel this way? Do I really need to do this? Wouldn't it just be easier to not go?

And to accompany those questions are even more questions...I often wonder, did the Savior ever feel as I do? Did He ever tremble at the thought of facing hundreds of people, not even sure if they would even want to listen to Him? Was He ever afraid that He wouldn't know what to say? The answer that I receive to all of these questions is "Yes"... but He did it anyways. My next question is simple....why? The answer is just as simple... Because He loves me.

As I read and re-read the poem below I am reminded of the unfathomable love that my Savior has for me. Christ knows my pains and my struggles....He's been there. He knows that there are often things in life that make me sad, frustrated and or, that are hard to do. He knows exactly how I feel. As awful as it may sound, I am extremely grateful that I'm not the only one who has ever felt the way that I do. It's hard to stand when you think you're standing alone...but thankfully I am not alone. My Savior is with me, bracing me up and cheering me onward.

The life of a missionary isn't easy. From what I've heard it can be very hard. But when you put your trust in the Lord, He will lift you up. The poem below is one that was posted by another soon-to-be sister missionary. Enjoy! 

"The Alarm bell rings at 6:30,
 I stumble to my feet I grab my companions bedding and pull off his sheets

A groan fills the room, is it already time to rise? 
It seems like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes.

The morning activities follow- 
study, prayer and such

When it’s time to leave the apartment, 
you feel you haven’t accomplished much

“We have a super day planned,”

My comp. says with a grin

I lowly utter a faithless breath,

“Yeah, if anyone lets us in.”

With the word of God and my faithful Schwinn, we ride off in the street Prepared to face another day of humidity and heat

It’s 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through

My champion and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do

We ride up to the mailbox, hoping to receive a lot

Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate “air Box”

We go up to our apartment, the day is now complete

The only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet

It’s past 10:30 p.m. My companion is fast asleep,

Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weep

In the midst of sadness, I kneel down to pray

I need to talk to father, but I’m not sure what to say

“Oh, Father” I begin, “What happened to us today?

I thought we’d teach somebody, but everyone was away

My hands, my aching hands- worn, hurt and beat;

If our area was any smaller, we’d have knocked every street”

“Why on missions are the days so much alike?

The only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike

Will you send some cooler weather? The heat is killing me

I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes, it’s very hard to see”

“Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn’t your protection enough?

People always laugh at me, and call me stupid stuff

Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack

I want to give them Books of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back”

“And what about my family: They don’t have much to say

I’m sick of not hearing from home day after day after day

Oh Father, Why am I here am I just wasting time?

Sometimes I just want to go home, I’m sorry but that’s on my mind”

“My companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?”

The way he rides his bicycle, I don’t think he can see

Now you have it, I can’t go on, I don’t know what to do

That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I have for you”

My prayer now finished, I stand up, then jump right into bed

I need my rest for tomorrow, we have another long day ahead

Sleep start to overtake me, I seem to drift away

Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day

I’m standing alone on the hill. The view is very nice

A man walks to wards me and says, “My name is Jesus Christ”

Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down to His feet

“Arise,” He states, “Follow me to the shade. You and I need to speak”

My attention’s towards my Savior, total and complete

He says, “Your mission is similar of what happened to me

I understand how you feel, I know what you’re going through

In fact, it would be fair to say I’ve felt the same as you”

“I even know how you felt when no one listened to you

At times I felt not quite sure what else I could do

I know you don’t like to ride a bicycle, for you a car would be sweet

Just remember the donkey I rode wasn’t equipped with 21 speeds”

“I understand you don’t like sweating, in fact it’s something you hate

I remember when I sweat blood from ev’ry pore, oh the agony was great!

I see you don’t like your companion- you’d rather have someone else-

I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth”

“It’s hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you

I remember when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews

So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack

I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back”

“Your hands hurt from tracting and knocking on doors all day

I guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ached in a similar way

It’s hard not to hear from home when your family’s not there to see

I lost communication on the cross and cried, “Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?”

“We have a lot in common, but there’s a difference between us you see

I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me”

He embraced me with His arms and His light filled me with His love

With tears in my eyes I watched as He went back to the Father above

I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head

I listened and heard the alarm, then realized I was in my bed

My companion let out a groan, “6:30 already, no way!”

I sat up and said, “Come on, I’ll even carry your scriptures today!”

No matter what we go through,

when we feel we can’t take more

Just stop and think about Jesus Christ,

He’s been there before"

By Elder Troy Whittle

Texas Houston Mission