Firstly, I want to thank everyone who sent prayers and fasting my way, and to the way of the Philippines. It was a crazy week for sure, but we are all really good here. We are safe, and there was no damage to our area. But man, did we learn a lot this week.Wednesday. We got a text Wednesday morning that a typhoon would be headed our way, and that we needed to get a 72 hour kit together since it would be pday. It was a crazy experience. We took it seriously, but we didn't think too much about it at first. Then we went out to work that night, and we started talking to our members and our investigators, and that's when it started to get really real. We taught Sister Quiro, who was beside herself she was so worried for her little family. We taught a really powerful lesson on faith in Jesus Christ, and about how we must prepare for the spiritual and the physical storms of our lives. The whole city just had a really weird feeling to it. Really quiet. We found out that this storm was being compared to the typhoon that hit Tacloban last year. And thus started one of the craziest weeks of my life.
Thursday: We were out at work, when we got a text that we needed to go home at 4:00 and physically pack a 72 hour kit in case of evacuation. The good news, is that I'm from Utah, and I'm totally pro and 72 hour kits because I have been taught it my entire life. And all the things that dad made me take, that I told him I wouldn't need, like that giant emergency flashlight that I insisted was too heavy? The roll of ducttape? The extra medicine? And so on and so forth, I was very grateful for in that moment. We were allowed to go back out and work as long as we stayed as close as possible to our house. The crazy part about being a missionary, is that we don't have any news! We don't have a radio or a tv. So we just went out that night and talked to as many people as possible. Asked them if they were preparing, and encouraged them to buy extra food and water just in case. And we went from house to house just talking to people. If they had a tv, we would ask them for the lastest updates.
Sunday: We were told that we wouldn't be going to church. We stayed at home all day, and were told to have a testimony since it was fast sunday. The four of us had a really sweet testimony meeting. Then we all just kind of kept to ourselves and did our own thing and waited for the storm to hit. I brought out the Beyer in me, and went on an organizing spree. I unpacked, organized, and repacked all of my stuff. It was kind of like dad and his garage in the summer time. The Andersons texted us, and they told us they had gotten permission to bring us the sacrament. So Elder Anderson came over and blessed and passed the sacrament to us, and we had a sacrament meeting with the six of us. It was really powerful and so special. We had a lot of time to think, to ponder, and to study. I was really able to think about my time her, what I've done, what I could have done better, what I want to do. I was able to just realize how blessed I am to be here. We were so blessed, and by the night, the storm had pretty much passed over us. The storm barely even hit us. It was scary, but truthfully, I've worked in worse wind and rain than what hit us. We were so blessed the whole time. That night, it was actually rather chilly. Only about 80 degrees in our house. Which is the coldest it's ever been. So since I had nothing else super important to do. I once again spent an hour heating up hot water so I could have a hot shower before going to bed.
I mentioned last week that I had a study I wanted to share, and I'm actually really grateful I wasn't able to send it last week. I'll share what I was going to share last week, and then add onto it this week. I'll be honest, when transfer calls came last week, I was a little disappointed. I felt like I was ready for a change. I felt like I was supposed to transfer. And I was saying a prayer, to kind of ask for peace for this next transfer, and I just felt the words come over me ever so gently to "be still". So I decided to do a study on the words be still. The first scripture I read was D&c101:16. "Therefore let your hearts be comforted concerning zion. For all flesh is in my hands: be still and know that I am God."
Which brought me back to a memory I have of oh so long ago with Sister Passey. She shared an experience with me, and truthfully, I don't remember why, maybe it was so I could remember it now. It is in Jacob 5, the allagory of the Olive Tree. It's in the part where the master of the vineyard and the servant go to the furthest part of the vineyard (aka San Carlos) and it all just felt mighty relatable. In verse 20 he talks about staying and nourishing the farthest part of the vineyard for another season. Aka, "stay another transfer". And then in verses 21-22, the servant says unto the Master of the vineyard, "why! why did you bring me to the poorest part of the vineyard" and then the Lord said unto him, counsel me not. I new that iwt was the poorest part of the ground, wherefore, I said unto thee, I have nourished it this long time, and thou beholdest that it hath brought forth much fruit" I don't need to know why I'm here, as long as I know that the Lords ways are higher than mine.
Sometimes it's so incredibly easy to say "I'll go where you want me to go" Everyone loves transfers, the new change, the new start, the adventures. But sometimes you've gotta say, "i'll stay where you want me to stay". My dear friend Lauren has written me some wonderful emails on my mission about some personal experiences she has had, where she has just felt the words "Be Still and let me be your God". And so that's exactly what I'm trying to do. Because, as my dear mom taught me, everything happens for a reason.
Sister Carlee Beyer