Acceptance
Hello All,
In the last few months, I have had trouble with acceptance. Not on my end, but of those around me trying to wrap their heads around my new mormon status. It's okay for those struggling, I get it. The unknown (or very misinformed) can be scary. I, too, used to be very misinformed. I get it, I really do.
Some people have decided to be stuck in the lies and misinformation instead of trying to learn and find out more. Some people who dipped out really surprised me, and I won't lie, it hurt. People I never thought in a million years left.
Some are bitter still, being passive aggressive or saying snarky things. That's fine, at least they didn't abandon me. I can deal with the comments and stuff. It doesn't bother me, because I am still Aimee. I haven't changed too much. I stopped cussing and I don't drink anymore. That's about it. Those things I needed to stop anyways.
One thing that has been a huge blessing in all this: the missionaries. They still hang around, and I am forever grateful. And here's why: We had a family thing happen that involved a hospital and a very important family member. (I know, this is super vague but it's not my business to completely tell, but it is such a powerful story that I have to be vague around some parts!) So said family member isn't doing well, and they used to tease me (all in good fun!!) about being mormon. However, in their darkest hour they allowed the missionaries to come pray over them and give a priesthood blessing!
That is a huge step for anyone, and I am so thankful for this moment. They guys visited them every day they were allowed too, and even helped us run errands and get food for them because we were working on top of being back and forth between two houses to feed all the animals and make sure everyone was taken care of.
These guys have been a huge help in not only my life, but my family's as well. They have helped with acceptance as well as teaching. I will always be grateful for Elder Wille and Elder Petersen.
In the last few months, I have had trouble with acceptance. Not on my end, but of those around me trying to wrap their heads around my new mormon status. It's okay for those struggling, I get it. The unknown (or very misinformed) can be scary. I, too, used to be very misinformed. I get it, I really do.
Some people have decided to be stuck in the lies and misinformation instead of trying to learn and find out more. Some people who dipped out really surprised me, and I won't lie, it hurt. People I never thought in a million years left.
Some are bitter still, being passive aggressive or saying snarky things. That's fine, at least they didn't abandon me. I can deal with the comments and stuff. It doesn't bother me, because I am still Aimee. I haven't changed too much. I stopped cussing and I don't drink anymore. That's about it. Those things I needed to stop anyways.
One thing that has been a huge blessing in all this: the missionaries. They still hang around, and I am forever grateful. And here's why: We had a family thing happen that involved a hospital and a very important family member. (I know, this is super vague but it's not my business to completely tell, but it is such a powerful story that I have to be vague around some parts!) So said family member isn't doing well, and they used to tease me (all in good fun!!) about being mormon. However, in their darkest hour they allowed the missionaries to come pray over them and give a priesthood blessing!
That is a huge step for anyone, and I am so thankful for this moment. They guys visited them every day they were allowed too, and even helped us run errands and get food for them because we were working on top of being back and forth between two houses to feed all the animals and make sure everyone was taken care of.
These guys have been a huge help in not only my life, but my family's as well. They have helped with acceptance as well as teaching. I will always be grateful for Elder Wille and Elder Petersen.
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