What My Mission Means to Me

The day or so before I started my mission, as I was sitting among piles of clothes to put in the suitcase in front of me, I started thinking to myself about my testimony. I thought, "What do I have a testimony of?" But then a better question came to my head, "What do I not yet have a testimony of yet?" But then the question that started my true conversion came, "Do I have a testimony of the atonement of Jesus Christ?" As I sat there thinking about that question, I came to the conclusion that I didn't, or at least not to the degree I desired. Throughout my years of Sunday School, Seminary, and Young Women activities, I knew what the atonement was, but did I know it and understand it in my heart? Had I had the experiences needed, tailored to my spirit, that would teach me the true joy and give me the real understanding of the atonement? No... No, I didn't. The night before I left, I knelt down and said a prayer to Heavenly Father, just before I started the craziest journey I had thus experienced. I asked Him to give me have a strong testimony of the atonement before my mission was through.

And boy, did He give it to me.

I had never had so many joys and tears before. I had never loved so many people before. I had never had so many trials before that would rip my heart right out of me. I had never felt the joy and peace of my Elder Brother patching me back together even stronger than before. I had never seen (or at least recognized) so many miracles, whether great or small, before. I had never seen so many things that testify about the Savior's hand in every part of existence. I had never felt so close to my Father in Heaven before.

So what does my mission mean to me? My mission means everything to me, because Jesus Christ means everything to me. I love Him dearly. He has been with me through each and every step, mile, tear, smile, and laugh. He has been with me through every moment of joy in a show of progression in one I love. He has been with me through every moment of extreme frustration in someone preventing another's conversion in the gospel. He has been with me when I thought I couldn't go any further. He has been with me when He taught me eternal truths of His love and devotion.

I testify that Jesus Christ lives. He lives eternally and He loves eternally. He is the author of my faith and anchor to my soul. He is the beginning and end of my testimony. His atonement is real. It is all powerful and ever reaching. There is nothing the atonement and love of Christ cannot heal, even when the world or that little voice in your head tells you otherwise. I am eternally grateful and indebted to my Savior for all He has done for me on my mission and for all He will do for me in the future.

D&C 76:22, "And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all, which [I] give of him: That he lives!"

Sister Smyly Crawford

The Blessings and The Temple

March 14, 2016

One of the sweetest blessings of my mission is to have been able to
watch the conversion process of these wonderful people in this branch.
On Saturday we had temple baptisms with the branch. Betty was able to
participate and partake of the spirit which abides in the temple. It
has been wonderful to watch her from the very beginning, starting back
when she didn't want to learn, then when she started to realize what
was possible, when she felt the spirit testify strongly to her for the
first time, when she decided she wanted to be baptized, when she saw
the temple for the first time, when she entered the waters of baptism,
when she relieved the gift of the Holy Ghost and was confirmed a
member, when she entered the temple to perform ordinances for those
who are no longer here and cannot do so themselves, and every single
little miracle in between. Heavenly Father has truly blessed me to be
able to watch the work of salvation in at least one person's life. She
had a wonderful time in the temple and it was everything she hoped for
and more. I cannot wait to be back to watch her go through the temple
even more and make even more sacred covenants with her Heavenly
Father.

I have a testimony that the blessings of the temple are available to
all who are worthy to enter into that sacred edifice. And becoming
worthy is always possible. I have a testimony of the sweet spirit that
can be felt there. I have a testimony of revelation that can be
received there. I am so grateful we have temples here on Earth that we
may make sacred covenants with our Heavenly Father to be able to
return to Him with our families forever.

With love,

Sister Smyly Crawford

And It Has Begun.....

March 7, 2016

Nothing too crazy to report this week. We have been traveling around a lot, though. Imagine California traffic, 123.7 miles, four hours in the car, all while teaching people. It's been a little crazy. I am just a little tired of being in the car at this point, haha.

In other news, the kittens we saved last May... One of them had kittens herself this past week! They are cute.

We have a new investigator named Ninoka, whose mother is from Honduras. Not quite sure how to communicate with her yet, as we cannot figure out her signing level and ability. We'll keep working on that, haha.

It has begun... I have started going around and saying goodbye to people. We saw Rosalia this week. I miss her, and I wish she would come to church. She knows it is true, but her desire to put it before everything else is lacking. I know she will eventually come to understand the importance of dedicating herself to the gospel.

Ya'll have a wonderful week! 

Sister Smyly Crawford

These are a Few of My Favorite Things

This branch is one of the sweetest things in my life. Just being around them on Sundays fills me with an indescribable joy. From Juana coming up to me and giving me the longest hug, to Cecilia picking on me, to Veronica coming to me for emotional support before she goes up to say the closing prayer in sacrament meeting, to Eugene walking down the halls screaming his head off (consequently scaring the YSA Ward) in order to see if he can hear himself, to Manuel's little tuft of hair on the front of his head to cover his baldness that he refuses to let me cut, to Cliff's little freckled smiling face, to Alejandro pulling Mexican candy out of his socks for me to eat, to Serafin patiently speaking in Spanish and signing in Cuban sign language to try and communicate, to Mark and Kaliman running around but giving me a cheesy smile when I tell them to knock it off, to Darryl's machine gun laugh echoing down the hallways, to Sister Thexton sweetly and silently sitting in her chair waiting for Brother Thexton to finish his calling's duties to go home... I cannot think of anything I could experience on a mission than having a Sunday in the Fullerton 7th Deaf Branch.

I have a testimony of this gospel and the happiness and peace it brings into the lives of those who are real seekers of truth. I have a testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon and its divine origin. I have a testimony of Joseph Smith who was truly a prophet, seer, and revelator called of God to further this very true and powerful work. I have a testimony of modern-day prophets and their sacred calling to guide our Father's children back to their heavenly home. I have a testimony of temples where families can come to experience the sweet spirit from God and leave as eternal families. I have a testimony of the Holy Ghost, that quiet yet powerful member of the Godhead who, as we live worthy, can guide us to be worthy vessels in the Lord's works of miracles. I have a testimony of my Heavenly Father, who truly loves each of us more than we can ever comprehend, and who is anxiously waiting and willing to pour out a multitude of blessings upon is, all because of His love. But most importantly, I have a testimony of my Savior, Jesus Christ, and the reality of His atonement.

Never let a day go by without an act of faith to strengthen your testimony. Never let a day go by without making someone else smile. Never let a moment go by without thanking the Lord for all He has done for you.

Sister Smyly Crawford

Zone Conference

Ok. So. Here's the thing. Every Friday night there are food trucks next to our apartment. Sister Clarke and I go to this one called Rajin Cajun. D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S. Oh my drool. So good. He was on the Amazing Food Truck race. Gives us discounts and free food. But the problem is that we don't know his name. Bless his soul, he can cook. Chicken, rice, sausage bisque. You would die.