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Week 3: Love and Family Abound at the MTC!

Danish phrase of the week: Du kan gøre svært ting! (doo can goorah svair ting!)

Means: you can do hard things.

We are halfway through our time at the MTC! Elder Bradshaw got Martinellis and Starbursts in a package yesterday, so we had a party to celebrate. It was a really classy time.  

I love my district. We have so much fun together. The Elders make everything a competition-right now they're doing a Biggest Loser competition to try to counteract the effects of MTC food. Whoever wins gets to spend a night with everyone else's pillows. They also have a running tally going for who gets the most mail from girls. Whoever wins that one gets to write a love letter to the other Elders' girlfriends. Never a dull moment J

Monday night it POURED rain. We got a little too excited about it-a testament to how little time we get to spend outside. As you can see from this picture, we were completely soaked.

My companion Sister Floyd and I sing in the MTC choir every week, and this last week I ran into Adam! I never see him because he's on West Campus (Wyview-my old freshman apartment!) but the two campuses combine for Tuesday devotionals, and he was in the choir with me! Singing in that choir is something else. There are over 500 missionaries in it at any given time, and it's so powerful to sing with that many voices! I'm not allowed to be alone in a picture with Adam, so our companions are photo-bombing like true pros.   

The MTC is making me really grateful for everything I learned in college. Because of my time at BYU, I know how to retain and use new information, I know how to study, I know how to manage my time, I know how to find a balance between working hard and playing, I know how to be good roommate...so many life skills. We had a devotional at the Marriot Center on BYU campus last Sunday. THAT was bizarre. 

Sunday night is movie night. This week we watched Joseph Smith: Prophet of the Restoration. I can't even tell you how much I miss movies. We were all so excited to watch a movie-even a church movie. Just ANYTHING with a plot and some slightly cinematic elements. It was fantastic. But really, it was so incredible to watch that movie about the early days of the church. Every time I watch something like that I am blown away by the faith and depth of conversion of the early Saints. The physical, emotional, and spiritual trials they had to endure are difficult to imagine! They couldn't have borne those trials, the church wouldn't have survived past those early years if the gospel wasn't true. It was a huge testimony to me. The very first sacrament meeting had six people in it; and there we sat, watching this movie in a room overflowing with literally hundreds of missionaries preparing to spread the gospel all over the world! It was so powerful to see, to actually be able to visualize, how far and wide the gospel has spread in such a relatively short amount of time. 

AUNT LACEY-sorry this has taken me so long-I challenge you to: 1. Read the Book of Mormon again with a specific question or principle in mind. Get a new copy of it. As you read, highlight everything that pertains to what you are trying to learn. When you are done, you will have a whole book full of answers! 2. Watch a Mormon Message with your family every week and 3. Do at least one random act of kindness every month (alone or as a family). Love you Lace! Thanks for the DearElders!

I love you all so much. I think of you and talk about you guys every day. I love being a missionary! I know that our Heavenly Father loves each of us so much. I know that he has a plan for our happiness in this life and in the life to come. I know that following the example of Jesus Christ is the way to find true happiness. We can be forgiven of our sins, our burdens can be lightened, and we can have peace. One of our "investigators" this week asked how he could find meaning in his life. He felt like his life was empty. We were able to testify that when we have a knowledge of who we are-that we are children of God with infinite worth; we can have purpose and happiness in our hearts even when times are hard. I am so grateful for that knowledge! 

Keep smiling everyone! Life is beautiful! 

Jeg elsker jer!

~Soster Van Orden

P.S. Uncle Matt and Aunt Linda, Elder Bradshaw says Hi! :) 

Week 2A: Pillar of Light & Lizard - NOT THE SAME WORD!

Danish word of the week! I think this is the longest word I know so far. præstedømmetmyndighed

(Prestah-dome-uh-moolee-hill) It means Priesthood Authority. And it reminds me of Merlin's song in Sword in the Stone when he's packing up his house-it sounds like one of his magic spell words.  (Yes!  That's my girl! jvo)

Week 2 is when things start getting real here at the MTC. The first week we're all running on straight adrenaline, I swear. But by week two we're settled into a routine, and we start to feel how hard we're working! There are a few things about MTC life that are just strange. Like, I can't remember the last time I sat on a couch. And I'm outside for maybe five minutes a day. Even when I am outside, all of the walkways are covered so I see the sky even less than that! Temple walks and P-Days are the most blessed times of my week. Also, I love my morning workout time. I miss dancing so much-I miss being able to MOVE all day every day! But we get a whole hour to work out and stretch every morning. I'm up to like 12 legit push-ups now. haha :) Frandy would be so proud. Also, the food isn't even a little bit good anymore. I haven't gotten sick, but I feel yucky and I would kill for a fresh vegetable.

Ok but on the other hand, there are so many celebrity sightings at the MTC! Sheri Dew came and spoke at our Relief Society meeting on Sunday. She gave one of the most epic talks about the priesthood I've ever heard in my life. She just really drove home the point that we are all able to participate in and benefit from priesthood power and authority. Every time anyone is set apart in a calling-Sister Missionaries, Relief Society teacher, anything-they are given the authority to use God's power to enhance their work. The Priesthood is God's power. It's not a man's power, it's not even an earthly power that we can vote on and argue over and "win." It is Heavenly Father's power here on this earth that is accessible and beneficial to everyone. He decides how to use it, and we know that both men and women are in equal standing before the eyes of God; so we can trust that he is taking care of all of His children equally. I loved it. I probably wrote down every single word she said. We also met John Groberg, the man who inspired The Other Side of Heaven. I totally shook his hand. 

Hilarious language slip-up of the week. The words for "pillar of light" and "lizard" are remarkably similar. One could argue that they are the EXACT SAME WORD. I still can't hear the difference. But this means that if we're not careful, we could bear testimony that Joseph Smith saw, "a lizard, exactly over my head, above the brightness of the sun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me." SO THE FIRST VISION TURNS INTO A VERY DIFFERENT STORY. Guys. This is going to happen to me. I know it will. We've been laughing about this all week.

Everything is still going really well. I think the Branch President is confused about me because I haven't broken down crying in one of our interviews yet. I'm honestly doing great and besides not being able to move as much as I'd like, I feel really good about everything! I am just constantly reminded here how important missionary work is! I'm a missionary now! I'm the one who people come to with questions, I'm the one with the calling to teach people and serve everyone and be a representative of Jesus Christ every moment of my life for the next 18 months. Remember the "ask the missionaries, they will help you!" talk? That's me now. It's a completely humbling responsibility. I know that I in and of myself do not have the physical stamina or emotional capacity to be up to that challenge. I've already felt it here at the MTC-I'm TIRED, Danish is hard! But every time I pray for help, or strength, or patience, or focus, that prayer is answered and I am able to continually improve and grow. 

"as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will 

boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things" ~Alma 26:12

Also I love speaking Danish. The more I learn about this language, the more I love it. I am starting to be able to express myself with a little more creativity, and it feels awesome. 

I love and miss you all so much! Thanks for all of the letters, it really makes my day to hear from you. Even if it's the little stuff. People are in each other's lives for a reason. We're here to take care of each other and make each other laugh and give each other unconditional love. Never forget that! Never take the people in your life for granted. Serve each other and love each other with your whole heart! 

Jeg elsker jer, talk to you soon!

~Sister Van Orden

Week 2: fysiske dod & A Day In The Life of Me @ the MTC

Oohoo, Hello Family: 

Danish word of Week 2: fysiske død. Pronounced: foosiskuh dool. This means: Physical Death. It was one of the first danish phrases we learned, and it has kind of become our district's war cry. When we play volleyball during gym time we always yell fysiske død when we serve. Also when we answer questions really wrong in class. Missionaries are real cool. It's actually hilarious. :)

Week one down! Everyone in the MTC says that if you can make it to your first Sunday, you can make it through your whole mission. The first few days are full of every single up and down you can imagine-but for me, it was mostly ups. I am loving it here. It is such an amazing way to prepare to be out in the field!

A day in the life of me. 

I wake up at six thirty-feelin like P-diddy obviously, and we go work out...which is the best. And then we go to class for three hours and cram Danish into our brains. We also teach a lesson with an investigator every day. That has been the most amazing/terrifying experience. We plan and prepare these lessons entirely in Danish and basically just have to follow the spirit to be able to semi-communicate with him. Our investigator's name is Peter. (He's actually one of our teachers but we're not supposed to know that yet. We're so onto him.) The biggest thing I've learned about trying to teach lessons with a 50 word vocabulary is that the spirit that we bring when we bear our testimonies fluently in English is the same exact spirit that is there as we struggle through Danish. As long as we rely on that spirit, the lessons go well and the spirit teaches our investigator the things he needs to feel and know. That being said, I'm really happy with how quickly Danish is coming. The gift of tongues is so real! There is no way I could do this without Heavenly Father's help. 

Also, I know that 99% of what I say in lessons is grammatically incorrect at this point. We are never going to have a grammatically perfect lesson in the MTC, but we can have lessons with a perfect spirit. All we can do is our best!

So after that we go eat food-we're all starving by then-and the MTC food isn't bad. I usually get a giant salad or a wrap. And a cookie. Always a cookie.

Then we go to class again and learn more Danish. Then personal study, companionship study, and language study. 

Being in a trio companionship is challenging, but I love both of my companions. We're all very different. Sister Floyd is a talker. Like...all the time. She's really funny and just loves everyone. Sister Moseley is quiet, but still really fun and comfortable to be around. We all get along great, but we're still trying to figure out how to teach lessons more as a team. 

Our district is the bomb. K-so how this works is that all of the Danish speakers are in a district. There are 12 of us. Those are the people that I have class with every day. Our zone includes the Norwegians, the Dutch speakers, the three Icelandic speakers, and the Swedes. We go to church and the temple as a Zone. The branch president of our zone is like our mission president while we're here. 

But, as I was saying. The Danes are the bomb. We have so much fun together. One of the Elders in our district does dramatic readings of all of our letters every day-the letters from people's girlfriends are always the best ones. Oh, funny language slip-up. død is death, and dopt is baptized. Elder Sakurada asked Peter if he would commit to blive død (become dead) instead of blive dopt in his last lesson. Woops. 

Keep writing me DearElders! They are printed out and delivered twice a day in the MTC, so it's fun to get a physical letter in between classes. BUT (Momma), you can also still email me. We have email time every Wednesday! I love emails too! Basically I just love hearing from you guys. Even the little things. It's fantastic.

EMMA VAN ORDEN LISTEN UP. My companion loves the Mindy Project. We have been quoting it all week, and it makes me miss you. Our favorite this week is, "We used to have a car, but then RayRon forgot where he parked it..."

DAMIAN'S CHALLENGE: Ok Damian, I accept your challenge. My challenge to you is to read the entire Book of Mormon, to share your testimony with a friend, and to beat Frandy in an arm wrestle. That kid needs to be taken down a peg :) haha. And tell your family Hi I love you for me!

I'm running out of time, but know that I love you all so much and think of you every day. This is a lot of hard work, but I am so excited and happy about what I'm doing! The message of Jesus Christ's gospel is simple, and yet it can provide comfort and answers to all of life's questions. The gospel really is for everyone! Heavenly Father wants everyone to receive it. There is a scripture in Doctrine and Covenants where God promises that everyone will hear the gospel preached to them in their own language, and I am so humbled and thrilled to be a part of fulfilling that promise!

I love you all, (Jeg elsker jer)
Sister Van Orden

Week 1: tungemalsgaven & I haven't lost my keys one single time!!

Hey everyone! 

Danish word of Week 1: tungemalsgaven. pronounced toonguh-malls-GKAY-ven. Means-the gift of tongues.

I'm here-I made it-I haven't lost my keys one single time since I've been here. So. Rest easy. 

I absolutely love it here. Five minutes after I arrived I walked right into the middle of a Danish lesson on prayer...it was completely in Danish. Like. Completely. They didn't even break to say hi in English. And I was like okay, buckle up, here I go! I sat there feeling a little lost for a few minutes, but then I remembered to say a quick prayer. After that, I was able to follow the lesson and I even prayed in Danish at the end! It was pretty bomb. Miracle number one. 

I'm in a trio-Sister Moseley and Sister Floyd. Both of them are girls who went to San Francisco with me, so we're already besties.  

We are teaching our first lesson-completely in Danish-TOMORROW. What. Yes. You heard me right. I know how to say that I am a missionary, I love you, and the numbers 1-10...so this will go really well I think. 

But seriously, the spirit is so strong here. I am so happy, and I'm learning really quickly. The gift of tongues is real, and I'm learning to be proud of the baby steps I make in every class.   My teacher told us today that we aren't here in the MTC to learn Danish, we're here to learn how to invite others to come to Christ. If we focus on that, the language will come. I love that. Mark 5: 36-"be not afraid, only believe."

This is amazing. You are all amazing, and I hope you have a happy week! My P-Days are on Wednesdays, so you'll hear from me soon!

Much love,

Sister V.O.

Farewell Talk

FAREWELL TALK

One of my ballet teachers at BYU often said, “the lessons you don’t learn the first time, you will be forced to repeat.” You have to learn to point your toes before you can move on to jumps and leaps. Proper body alignment has to become second nature before you can hope to execute a double pirouette. We have to learn the simple foundational movements before we can be successful in the more complicated ones.

One of the things I love about BYU is that ballet teachers can double as great gospel teachers. My wise teacher was talking about more than just ballet. What she was really saying and what she was trying to instill in us is that every experience in life is a lesson that we have to internalize. That is why we’re here on this earth; to learn.

SIMPLE LESSONS AND HARD QUESTIONS

Specifically talking about the gospel, we start small. We learn the basics. We learn that we are children of God. We learn that God is our Heavenly Father who loves us. We learn that there is such a thing as right and wrong-that there are commandments that we must obey. If we obey them, we receive blessings. We learn that Jesus Christ came to this earth to provide a perfect example for us to follow. He suffered and died for our sins so that we could receive forgiveness when we make wrong choices. We learn that the purpose of this life is to find joy and happiness as we prepare to return to our loving Father in Heaven. Our Heavenly Father has put a plan in place so that we can do this. God’s entire purpose revolves around this plan of helping and saving his children. These are the basics.

As life goes on, the lessons get harder. We learn that life isn’t always fair. That sometimes, often-times, bad things happen to good people. That we don’t always get what we want, even if it’s something good. And the lesson that I have lately been learning- that good decisions are often met with opposition.

It is during these times when we’re learning the hard lessons that people can get lost in their search for answers. The beauty of the gospel is that we learn “line upon line, precept upon precept.” Meaning that knowing the basics of the gospel provides a foundation for finding answers to the harder questions that come up throughout our lives. Yes, it is true that this life is unfair. Tragedies and hardships happen and it’s difficult to accept. But that does not change the simple truth that God loves each of His children, and he takes care of every one. Every injustice in this life is made up for in the next, because of the atoning sacrifice of our Savior. Trusting in the simple lessons keep us grounded while we confront hard things.

GOING ON A MISSION

Surprisingly, at least to me, the aftermath of deciding to go on a mission was one of the hardest lessons I’ve had to go through. Going on a mission was a good thing! It was a good decision, but almost instantly I had to face some emotional challenges that made it clear that the road to serving a mission was not going to be an easy one.

I didn’t always want to serve a mission. I was never one of those girls who knew practically from birth that they wanted to do this. I thought about it off and on, and I wasn’t necessarily against it, but a mission never really felt like part of my plan. When they first changed the mission age, my best friend called our bishop that very day and started her papers. Thousands of sisters were right there with her. I prayed about it, and my answer was no. Obviously, some things have changed…but it was not an easy transition. I was having a great time at BYU. I loved my major, my friends, the things I was learning-I was all set to graduate next year. I had a great plan full of lots of good, worthwhile things. But about a year ago I started feeling like it was time to pray about a mission again. I pushed against this feeling for a long time, but I couldn’t shake it. I finally decided to stop ignoring the spirit and start my papers. My answer was no a year ago, but now was the right time for me.

One of my return missionary friends kind of warned me that the second you get your mission call it’s like walking around with a huge fiery darts of the adversary dartboard on your face. I am here to testify that that is true. It’s true any time one of God’s children decides to do something in line with Heavenly Father’s will. Satan is just as real as Heavenly Father, and he really will do everything in his power to subtly distract you from doing the right thing. But a simple truth that I had been taught was that, with the help of my Savior, I was stronger than my doubts. I was stronger than the adversary who was trying to make me believe these awful things about myself. One of my favorite scriptures is, “God hath not given us a spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” Because I knew this, I knew that these thoughts were not from God and that I could find the strength to move past them.

GOD’S PLAN OVER MY PLAN

It was during this time that I really had to rely on the simple truths that I had been taught since childhood. There were times when it honestly felt like I would be happier if I just continued with my previous plan, stayed in Utah and graduated, moved to New York…all of those good things. However, I had been taught-and I knew-that Heavenly Father has a far larger perspective on my life than I do, and that He has a plan for my happiness. When we are discouraged or lost, the Lord counsels us to:

 “Cast your mind upon the night that you cried unto me in your heart, that you might know concerning the truth of these things.

 23 Did I not speak peace to your mind concerning the matter? What greater witness can you have than from God?”

So, I put my faith in my Heavenly Father, trusting His plan over my own, knowing that he would never lead me astray.

HOW THE SPIRIT SPEAKS

I think it’s so interesting that the Spirit answers prayers not through a loud, easily distinguished voice commanding us what to do, but through quiet feelings of peace. Quiet, unobtrusive voices can be easily dismissed and hard to hear. So why does Heavenly Father speak to his children in this way? But you know, think about how you feel whenever you are trying to make a decision. Where to move, what job to take, how to speak about a difficult topic with a family member. There are a thousand voices going in your head all at once. Opinions of experts, parents, friends, family, your own pro and con list; it’s loud! How, in the middle of all of these opinions which demand our consideration, can we discern the correct choice?  We can know because the right choice, the choice that our Heavenly Father knows will lead us to the greatest happiness and fulfillment, will be accompanied by a quiet feeling of calm-which completely contrasts with the loud clamor going on everywhere else.

In cases like this, the peace of the Spirit is not easily dismissed. The peace of the Spirit-the answer from Heavenly Father-is so obviously different from the previous confusion that it is unmistakable. It reminds me of the famous story from the Savior’s life found in Matthew: “And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with waves: but he was asleep. And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish. And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm.”

When we call on our Savior to guide us through life, when we actively seek his guidance and pay attention to his answers, the peace that he brings is undeniable. The storms come, and they will come again, but we have to remember that Christ has the ability to calm the storms. “Remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build yoru foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.” There truly is no greater witness than the peace that comes from following the Savior.

STICK WITH IT

So now, once I really felt this peace and felt like I had my answer, the challenge was sticking to it. Enduring. This quote by Elder Holland helped me a lot. He said: Beware the temptation to retreat from a good thing. If it was right when you prayed about it and trusted it and lived for it, it is right now. Don’t give up when the pressure mounts. Face your doubts. Master your fears. “Cast not away therefore your confidence.” Stay the course and see the beauty of life unfold for you.

There is opposition in all things. Doing the right thing is never easy, but it is always worth it. It requires courage and faith.

CHICK-FIL-A IS TRUE

For me, maintaining that faith and courage came from recognizing the little everyday blessings; the times when I could tell that Heavenly Father was aware of me in my daily life. This story happened before I decided to serve, but it applies, I promise. There was this one day when I found out that a huge performance project I thought we were presenting in eight days was actually due in three, and I was SO overwhelmed and blindsided by this. I went into the student center to lay everything out and figure out how in the world we were going to get everything done in less than half the time we thought we had. I was hungry, but being me-I had left my wallet at home so I couldn’t buy lunch. I had only been sitting there a few minutes when a guy I didn’t know asked if he could share my table. I said sure and kept working. After a couple of minutes he asked me how my day was going. I was obviously frazzled, so not really in a position to lie and say that I was fine, so I told him that I was feeling a little stressed. He asked if I had eaten lunch yet, and I said no. He had Chick-fil-A, which is hands down the best food the Wilk has to offer. To my surprise, he pulled out an extra chicken sandwich and said, “I don’t know why, but when I was in line I just felt like I should buy another sandwich. Do you want it? … … and then I married him. No. But I was so grateful. His random act of kindness completely turned my day around. We still had to present in three days instead of eight, but I felt so uplifted and more able to face that challenge.

It might seem silly, but if we look for them, little things like that happen every day. That is the beauty of life Elder Holland was talking about. The problems at hand don’t go away, but sometimes Heavenly Father lets you know he loves you in the form of a kind stranger with an extra sandwich.

As I developed the habit of looking for the blessings: the good friends in my life, the kind gestures, hikes in the mountains, the proximity of the Provo temple; they completely overshadowed any negativity I was feeling. I was able to look at my life from a more optimistic and resilient place.

HEAVENLY FATHER HAS YOUR BACK

We can put our full confidence and trust in God. There is nothing that brings greater peace to my heart than that knowledge. I am so grateful for those simple lessons I learned to rely on so young in my life. What a great blessing it is to know without a doubt that every person on this earth is loved beyond human comprehension. I can’t wait to share that message of hope with the people I will meet in Denmark. I know that Heavenly Father sent me down this path for a reason. He sends us all down our own separate paths for reasons that we don’t always understand right away, but if we follow Him, we will discover our full potential in this life. The prophet Ezra Taft Benson said, ““Men and women who turn their lives over to God will discover that He can make a lot more out of their lives than they can. He can deepen their joys, expand their vision, quicken their minds, strengthen their muscles, lift their spirits, multiply their blessings, increase their opportunities, comfort their souls, and pour out peace.” 

Going Through the Temple

I went through the Idaho Falls Temple last weekend!! YES! I chose that temple because it was close to extended family AND it's where my parents got married. Lots of good reasons. It was a great day.

My cute parents on their wedding day 26 years ago.

First of all-for my friends who don't have a lot of context for what this means: I've been going to the temple since I was 12, but up until now I was only able to go into the baptistery. The rest of the temple is reserved for additional ceremonies that church members don't usually do until they are getting ready to leave on a mission, get married, or are at a place in their adult life where they feel that they are spiritually prepared.

Now that I'm getting ready to go on my mission, I was able participate in those additional ceremonies-one in particular called the endowment. Endowment essentially means "gift." The endowment ceremony is a course of teaching, ordinances (sacred rituals), and covenants (mutual promises between myself and God) received in the temple by worthy and prepared adult members. It is one of the most sacred ceremonies in the Mormon religion, and I was so excited to finally be able to experience it! I hope that explained everything well enough. If you have any more questions, you can absolutely ask me or visit lds.org. 

SO-as I was preparing to go through the temple, people told me so many things. They told me it would be weird, it would be different, it would be amazing, it would be the best day of my life, ...that I would have to ride a goat (hilarious, Jason. Hilarious.) Anyways. A lot of things.
I really appreciated all of the advice I got, but it got to the point where I just needed to go through and experience it for myself!

And the verdict is...I loved it. And I was so happy that I got to be in the temple with so many people I love. These people have been such examples to me. I want to be like every single one of them.

Top left-right: Nate and Jill, Sarah Jane Fenton, Aunt Julie, Aunt Lacey, Aunt Becca and Uncle Mark
Bottom left-right: Leah, Sara Marie, Grandma Janet, ME!, Momma Jill, Grandma Sherry and Grandpa Alan
And Nicole Maxfield came too, but she had to leave before we could document her presence. I love her.

My favorite part about going through the temple was how much it continued to influence my life after I left. It's been almost a week since I went through, and I can still feel that spirit. I feel empowered. I feel like I understand my purpose a little better. I have a greater conviction to take good care of myself and work hard and enjoy my life! This is how it's supposed to be. This is how we're supposed to feel! I love that the temple helped me get into that mindset, and I can't wait to go back. Now that I'm home, the Denver Temple is only a short hour away from my house!

In conclusion: Temples are amazing. They really are a piece of heaven on earth, and we are so blessed to have access to them. I love that I can go as often as I want to realign my perspective and be reminded of what's really important.

The Denver Temple. The best looking temple around.