{ Halfway Done, Wholeway Happy }

Officially, in love with my life.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my life before and it was so hard to leave Logansport and everyone in it...

obviously.

But... 

I LOVE SISTER ROWLEY.

posterity

muh babies

I LOVE BEING BACK IN THE CITY (this place is my home for real). 

I LOVE BEING AROUND MISSIONARIES THAT I LOVE. 

I LOVE FINDING BUFFALO THAT REMIND ME OF WYHOMEING. 

wait. whut.

I LOVE CHRISTMAS. 

confused, but not complaining.

But really though. I have been very, very, very, very, veeerrrrrryyyyyy blessed by the Lord. 

We don't know the area, we have no current investigators, we barely know what we're doing, and this whole week has felt a little something like this:

buuuuuut we have a lot of love for the gospel, each other (seriously we were like instant BFFs), our Savior, and we got FAITH. So like. We're good. 

Sincerely, Sister Soloa'i 

{ 9 Months, New Baby. Fitting. }

People.

This Thanksgiving day, I am grateful for my beautiful 9 months in Indiana.

That's right, people.

Thanksgiving is also my NINE MONTH MARK aka my HALF WAY MARK.

People.

I'm also being transferred.

People.

I'm also training!

Again.

I. am. SO. excited.

I could write a massive long post about how much I love Logansport and I will never be able to express my love for the people I've met and worked with here. Seriously, friendships for eternity.

But.

What I truly will never be able to express is my gratitude to my Father in Heaven for what He taught me here.

The past 3 months of my mission have been some of THE hardest times I've ever faced in my life and as a result from that I have never known my Savior so well or felt closer to Him.

Honestly, these past 3 months are the times I will tell my grandchildren about when they ask what I learned on my mission.

These were the months that I will look back on and be SO grateful to the Lord that I decided to serve a mission.

These were the months that I learned to be like Him.

I think that deserves a high-five.

Sincerely, Sister Soloa'i

{ p o e m }

Here is a lovely, little poem that was given to me. No idea who wrote it, but it basically sums up my week. Enjoy.

A mission is a strange experience.  It's a trial and a test.

A mission throws you at the worst, yet teaches you the best.

I've never been so happy, I've never been so depressed.

I've never felt so forsaken, I've never been so blessed.

I've never been so confused, things have never been so clear.

I've never felt my Heavenly Father so distant, He's never been so near.

I've never been so discouraged, I've never been so full of hope.

I feel I could go on forever, I think I'm at the end of my rope.

I've never had it quite so easy, things have never been so tough.

Life has never run so smoothly, It  has never been so rough.

I've never traveled thru more valleys, I've never ascended so many peaks.

I've never met so many nice people, I've never met so many freaks.

I've never had so many ups, I've never had so many downs.

I've never worn so many smiles, I've never worn so many frowns.

I've never been so lonely, I've never had so many friends.

Boy, I hope this is soon over;  Man, I hope this never ends.

Sincerely, Sister Soloa'i

Fall really just means raking season for the missionaries. I'm down.

Still distracted by my camera every ten seconds.

My homie, Kolby, brought her bearded dragon (all sneaky) to mutual. Did I accidentally crush it when I hugged her? Yep. Sorry, Beans.

Shout out to the best sister-in-law for sending me the CUTEST sweater in all the land. looooooove you!