Mason's baptism went so well! We had a lot of support from the ward and Elder Stapleton (the 70 in our ward) was able to come and help confirm him. He had a lot of family there who have not had good feelings towards the church, but they left feeling loved so we felt successful. We are really hopeful for Tammy, Mason's mom, since we are the first missionaries she has actually let talk to her.
Today we hiked Badger mountain as a zone, which was fun. It was also very windy.
The allegory of the s-tumble weeds:
So this week we had the opportunity to bike a bit. We were riding from our apartment to our area, and we had a few encounters with tumble weeds (which are very prevalent in this area, if you didn't know. Like there were so many the freeway got shut down the other day) which made me think. In some cases there were only a couple in the way. We could easily stop and throw them out of our path. Other times there were piles so high that we had to cross the street in order to pass. At one point we saw a notable pile of tumble weeds looming before us. As I looked around at our options, it became clear that options were limited. To our left was a six foot drop to the road beside us (four lanes of traffic) and to our right was a cement wall. We had already biked along this road for almost a mile, and to turn back would waste a lot of time and energy. So we had to go through. We lifted our bikes and carried them as best we could through the weeds. Thorny weeds got stuck in our spokes and chains and clothes and hair as we fought our way through the pile. On our path of life, sometimes we reach places where the only option is to push through. And it's uncomfortable and painful and annoying, and we search for a way out and we contemplate turning back or quitting all together. I know that our Savior will help us through those hard times, and I know that the destination will be worth the sacrifice of the journey. And when we find ourselves standing before the Lord, we will have to ask if that small pile of tumbleweeds was all that was required.
Love,
Sister Jensen
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