Friday, March 23, 2012

Called to Serve!!!

So maybe I'm really slow, but... I got my mission call!!! It was the best day of my entire life, literally. Shall we start from the beginning? Yes!
After waiting two and a half weeks, Wednesday rolled around (and by rolled around, I mean: took 8 billion years to get here!) The Bishop had told me my call had been assigned, so there was no doubt! My dear friend Stephanie's Mom is our mail lady, so she got my cell number and told me she would call me when it got here. I slept surprisingly well, anticipating my phone call in the wee hours of the morning. Well, 9 am rolled around and I still hadn't heard a single thing. I sent her a text asking if she had heard anything. She informed me that she wasn't working that day, but would call in and check. She reported that they hadn't seen it, and maybe it would come Thursday. Immediately, I went into denial, then panic. I had been counting down the hours for an entire week! I did not think I could possibly wait for one more day, or however much longer it would take. I sat on the floor and began to cry, not knowing how I could possibly focus in class (A little dramatic? Maybe. But probably not). I decided to pray. I told Heavenly Father that I knew things would work out somehow. I truly did not know how I could wait any longer, but I knew His timing was right and it would come when it was supposed to. If it didn't come that day, I pleaded for the strength and patience to wait. I then headed off to class (which just so happened to be mission prep, where we just so happened to sing Called to Serve...). With high hopes, I asked the Bishop to check when it had been sent, so I would know if I had to wait one more day, or a week. He replied that they had not yet marked it as sent, and it would be another week. I slowly came to terms with the situation, realizing that for some reason I needed this trial of faith and patience. Everyone was texting me, asking if it came and what time I was opening it. I held back the tears, with silent pleas that somehow I could just endure that day. 

In the middle of my second class, I received a text from my mom. IT WAS A MIRACLE!!! My mission call came!!! No, they weren't pulling a prank on me. The substitute at the post office didn't know what to look for, and the mission application hadn't been updated. I wanted to jump up and scream with excitement!!! When I returned home, I immediately knelt down and thanked Heavenly Father for this little mission miracle.While I don't necessarily believe the hand of God picked up the enveloped from Salt Lake and stuck it in my mailbox, I am incredibly grateful for the comfort and peace He gave me. That day was a spiritual high, just knowing that He was aware of me and my needsThe next 8 hours were the longest of my life!! I cleaned the entire apartment, paced my room, and had butterflies so bad I thought I could throw up. But the time finally came. My dear family came (my brother couldn't come because the weather in Salt Lake was awful) as well as my old roommates, Oakcrest friends, and even the girls down the hall. 

Opening an envelope has never been so hard before! With shaking hands, I could hardly believe it was real life!!! I covered it up, so I wouldn't accidentally read it. As I read "Sister Chesley" I immediately was overwhelmed with Spirit. Tears quickly came, and I read that I had indeed been called to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Then I accidentally saw where I was called to... I thought I hid it so well, until I watched the video and realized I had gasped and covered my mouth. Real subtle, Bec. There it read, Sweden Stockholm mission!!! WHAT!?!?!?! I don't remember a single thing that happened after that. SWEDEN!? Why didn't I think of that?! Immediately, I KNEW that was where I was supposed to be called. It felt perfect the moment I read it. 

I absolutely CANNOT wait to serve my mission in Sweden. I will be speaking Swedish, and report to the Provo MTC on July 18th. I know that this is where I am supposed to serve and I know the Lord trusts me to represent Him. As I read the rest of my call, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I have the opportunity to teach the gospel to those who literally have no idea that they can live with God again in perfect happiness. What a sacred and humbling opportunity this is going to be. Greater happiness than I have ever imagined awaits me. But most importantly, it awaits those who have will be accepting the gospel of Jesus Christ. Thanks to EVERYONE for your love and support. All the texts, calls, and Facebook comments really do mean the world to me. Look out Sweden, here I come! Many exciting facts on Sweden to come :) Love always, Syster Chesley. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Because I Have Been Given Much...

As I'm sure all of you know, I have made the decision to serve a full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints!!! The question I frequently get is, "What made you want to serve?" there was no grand experience or life changing event that really made me want to serve. The desire to serve a mission is something I have always had. Even from the time I was in primary, I remember singing Called to Serve hoping some day I would have the unique opportunity of preaching the gospel to the world! There have been many experiences that have solidified my decision to serve. One-Church History Tour. Every second of that trip radiated the truthfulness of the gospel. When I bore my testimony at church in Palmyra, I looked down to find Brother Jenkins (my preschool teachers husband, previous seminary teacher, institute teacher, and Stake Patriarch who was our tour guide-and my favorite man in the world!) staring at me with a smile beaming from his face. After the meeting, he approached me and told me that when he looked up at me, he could see a missionary bearing her testimony. Two-working at Oakcrest. Having the opportunity to bask in the Spirit and teach the gospel every day only increased my craving for missionary work.

Now, just because I've always wanted to serve, doesn't necessarily mean this decision has been easy.  Many have come into my life during my 20 years of riding the Earth around the Sun telling me I was going to get married first, get too far into my schooling, or that I just flat out didn't have what it takes. While my family has been 100% percent supportive, its clear they worry about missing me and me missing them. Then there are my own doubts I've had, which have far exceeded every one else. Question of whether or not I am going for the right reasons, if I know enough, if I can follow the Spirit enough. Worries about taking a break in the middle of my degree, coming back an old maid, getting homesick, all sorts of questions! But every time I sincerely pray, I have felt an overwhelming assurance, greater than I've ever had, that serving a mission is what I'm supposed to do.

I've now come to the point where I think "How could I NOT serve a mission?" I have been blessed with a knowledge of one and only true gospel on the face of the earth!!! How could I pass up the opportunity to share that? While I still get worried about all the things that could go wrong and the sacrifices I will have to make, I try to keep in mind that I'm not going for me, or for anyone else. I'm going for the Lord, and with Him all things are possible. I started my papers a month before I could turn them in, thinking it would take a few weeks. It took three days... So since then, I have practiced pronouncing the names of all the missions (This is a strange fear I've developed... I dont want to embarrass myself...) spent many hours on Google maps, had many sleepless nights, and experienced full on anxiety attacks! I turned my papers into my Stake President two days before they could be submitted. He decided to wait a full week to submit them... BUT! They're finally in!!!!!!!! I feel like I'm the happiest girl in the world, knowing this is the right decision. So, let the waiting begin :) I'm hoping my call will be here on the 22nd or 29th. Pray that I actually live to see that glorious envelope! 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

75 Random Things

Do you ever have those times in your life where you seem to have lost sight who you are? It seems as though there are those people who know everything about me, but sadly those people are now spread out across the world. To remind myself of who I really am, I made a list 75 of random facts about my life. Since I'm sure there isn't anyone reading this who knows all of these, I thought I'd share. Was it conceited of me to talk about myself this much? Probably, but this one is more for me. 

1.      I have to sleep on my stomach.
2.      I am terrified of dogs. Terrified. I was attacked as a child and have never been the same since.
3.      Missionary letters are my favorite things in the whole world.
4.      I lived in the same house my entire childhood. This year is its 102 birthday! 
5.      I used to pretend to be a pilgrim and make my own stew out of rotting vegetables in the garden. Don’t worry, I never ate it.
6.      I’ve never opened a single Harry Potter book.
7.      I have a secret love for bruises.
8.      I have probably seen 1% of the movies most people have seen, including Disney movies, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc. 
9.      Once upon a time, I wanted to be a mortician.
10.  I believe rain boots are heaven sent.
11.  I have been to Nevada, California, New Mexico, Colorado, Arizona, Kansas, Missouri, Mississippi, Illinois, Iowa, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Maryland, New York, Washington D.C., Nebraska, and Wyoming.  
12.  I have an extensive amount of nicknames: Becca, Becs, Bec, Bex, Becky, Rebecky, Rebexie, Scribbles, Sexy Bexy, Chelsea, Ches, Becfast, Bextreme,
13.  I secretly tolerate Justin Bieber. Working at a girl’s camp all summer will do that to you.
14.  I’ve never been north of Logan, UT.
15.  I used to have an intense fear of taxidermied animals. 
16.  Sometimes I fall asleep in the shower.
17.  I have only spent 4 or 5 Christmases at home.
18.  When I was still in a crib, I used to smooth out the wrinkles in my blankets.
19.  I was once taught a Sunday School lesson by Stephanie Meyers mother-in-law.
20.  I have an unhealthy obsession with John Allred.
21.  Painting fingers nails is a weekly occurrence for me. That’s after toning it down… it used to be three times a week.
22.  Planning events is one of my favorite past times. When I was in elementary school, I used to elaborately plan my sister’s birthday parties.
23.  Life would be completely satisfying for me if I could wear ponytails, t-shirts, flip flops, and hoodies every day.
24.  Sometimes I drool unconsciously…
25.  I don’t think I’ve ever burped around someone outside than my family.
26.  I was the type of child that practically sent herself to her room.
27.  I fall asleep within 10 minutes of getting in the car, without fail-unless I’m driving.
28.  Cherry cheesecake brings me to my knees.
29.  I once had a talent of balancing 10 Smarties on my nose.
30.  I used to check under my bed every night for the man who kidnapped Elizabeth Smart.
31.  Organizing the cupboards used to be a favorite pastime of mine.
32.  I have two webbed toes on my left foot.
33.  I wrote a dramatic monologue about my sister’s accident for region drama. Miraculously, I placed.
34.  My handwriting is similar to a 12 year old boys’.
35.  I’m still afraid of the dark.
36.  Shopping is one thing I’ve never grown to love.
37.  I actually enjoy wearing dresses.
38.  I chose to get braces… and waited til I was 18 years old. I was frequently mistaken for a high school freshman.
39.  I’ve never colored my hair.
40.  I used to help the scouts pass off the scout oath and law because I memorized it from tagging along with my dad a time or two.
41.  I graduated high school with a class of 74 students.
42.  My home town doesn’t have street lights, stop lights, sidewalks, or stores. And I LOVE IT!
43.  I live for Sundays.
44.  My favorite movie is Pride & Prejudice, with The Joseph Smith Movie, Elf and Sons of Provo following close behind.
45.  I’ve never broken a single bone in my body.
46.  I used to be TERRIFIED of needles. After watching my sister in the hospital, I somehow got over it. I’ve since given blood ten times!
47.  I was Prom Queen at my junior prom.
48.  In 5th grade, I stepped on a toothpick which broke off inside my foot. After a month I had to go to the doctor to have it removed.
49.  I spent 11 weeks in the mountains with hundreds of 7th and 8th grade girls teaching them the gospel, having dance parties, hiking, playing games, and building eternal friendships.
50.  My wisdom teeth starting coming in when I was 13. When I had them removed as a freshman in high school, two of them had completely grown in.
51.  I tend to be a bit of a creeper…I’m an expert facebook stalker, peephole watcher, people observer. Hence being a psychology major.
52.  Gagging used to be a bit of a problem for me… I once dropped an egg and started dry heaving.
53.  I’ve had shingles before.
54.  For being under 70, I have an abnormal love for family history.
55.  I lived with 9 girls for 8 months and never had drama.
56.  My favorite hymns are I Believe In Christ, Praise to the Man, The Spirit of God, Abide with Me; Tis Eventide, and I’ll Go Where You Want Me To Go.
57.  I once witnessed a huge fight, called the police, went to my friends to tell them the story, and 10 minutes after getting there the fighters came to hide out from the police-shirts torn and covered in blood. That was probably the most culturing night of my life.
58.  I am obsessed with houses (especially Victorian) and interior design.
59.  Yes, I do prefer to watch documentaries over anything else.
60.  Peas and cooked green beans make me gag. But bottled green beans are my favorite thing in the world.
61.  It doesn’t take much to make feel awkward.
62.  I’ve shot an M16 before.
63.  I LOVE the smell of alfalfa.
64.  I've never killed an animal.
65.  I’ve performed in The Music Man, Beauty and the Best (Silly girl), High School Musical (Ms. Darbus), and Fiddler on the Roof (Grandma Tzeitel).
66.  Making lists is how I function.
67.  There is a mole on the bottom of my foot. I never noticed until my mom told me to clean the chocolate off my foot.
68.  The smell and texture of canned pumpkin pie filling makes me want to vomit. Hence my disgust toward pumpkin pie.
69.  Getting ready for bed is my favorite part of the day.
70.   In my childhood I tried to make a cross stitch that said “I am a child of God”, but I ran out of room. It reads, “I am a child”.
71.  I used to be obsessed with Hilary Duff.
72.  I spent two years at Snow College before transferring to BYU. Snow was the LAST place in the world I wanted to go to school, but it just felt right. It was the BEST two years of my life and I can’t think of anything that would have been more perfect.
73.  Palmyra, NY, Duck Creek, UT and Ouray, CO are three of my favorite places in the world.
74.  I clogged for 7 years, which is why every joint in my body cracks with the slightest movement.
75.  Rainy days are my favorite.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

21 DAYS!

February 7th, you cannot come fast enough!!! Until then, I may reach insanity...

Friday, January 13, 2012

No Sugar January

What was I thinking??? I'm one of those people that sets goals, makes lists, and obsessively uses motivational quotes. Usually my motivation lasts long enough to push me to the end. No sugar January, on the other hand, is an exception. It wouldn't be nearly as difficult if I didnt work at a job that constantly surrounds me with cakes, breads, muffins, cookies, and any thing else with sugar that you can possibly think of. I didn't realize how bad it was, until I had a dream that I practically inhaled all the sweets I could get my eyes on and then after wanting to vomit, I remembered that I wasn't supposed to eat any of them.
 Even though I had to seat across the table from my two roommates as they enjoyed their Denny's cheesecake (my favorite!), I must admit that the adventure in the challenge makes it worth it! I definitely feel better!


 13 days down, 18 more to go! Piece of cake, right? Well, minus the cake part...

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Another Christmas, Come and Gone!

I can hardly believe another Christmas has come and gone in the blink of an eye. This Christmas season passed far quicker than I hoped it would! I've been able to spend my break in Phoenix (as usual) with my dad's side of the family. What a blessing it is to be surrounded by people you love, even when you only get to see them once a year.

Through trials and changes, I've realized how much of my life I spent focusing on myself, instead of on the Savior. As I read the story of the Savior's birth, I realized just how little I understand. Christ was born in the most humble of circumstances. Yet, He was perfect in every way. Who am I to blame my imperfections on a situation or environment? So, this Christmas I've decided to recommit. I want to keep the spirit of this season with me throughout the year. As each day passes, I find more and more imperfections that I have, more that I can improve on, more that I can become. I am overwhelmed by the amount of footage I need to cover to become like the Savior. But I have an increased desire to know my Savior. Not just know about Him, but to KNOW Him and love Him. So as this wonderful day of peace and joy closes, I am humbled by the progress yet ahead of me to become like the Savior. But I am learning, as Mary did, that "with God nothing shall be impossible".

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Finals Week

  • 9 Hours of Statistics in one day
  • Two 7 page papers due in the middle of finals week with 14 sources each.
  • Eating only PB & J's so I don't have food left here over the break
  • Singing ridiculous camp songs out of insanity
  • Much internal conflict about next semester...

Christmas Break, please come soon!