August 18, 2024

Two weeks on the island. We’re still getting our apartment (called here, a “pad”) set up to be our home for the next 18 months. It’s coming along. We still need to get some things for storage and computer function, as well as art stations. Dennis is working on the front porch at this point. Debbi has done very little painting, but used the table provided for office function for that bit, so it’s limited. We can’t have both set up at the same time.

 We’re also learning our “jobs.” In MIS, Dennis has a current project of helping other missionaries get their specified Cultural Center email accounts functioning on their phones. (We all now have our Church emails, our mission emails, and our PCC emails—on top of our personal accounts.) He’s also finding that the young guys in his office need help doing some of the standard stuff (like decommissioning computers) that he’s done for years. On the other side, he’s learning some of the more recent developments from them.

 Debbi is assigned to the Marketing Department, with the current assignment to take over the employee/volunteer newsletter and help with other copy as requested. The newsletter is basically a resurrection of an old format, so there is a lot of work to do.

We’re finding our departments consist of cores of FT employees who are leading tons of PT student employees and a few missionaries. That’s how it works here. As amazing a venue as the Polynesian Cultural Center is, it exists to support the students (who are mostly from these island nations) to work to pay for their educations at BYU Hawaii. They work, and we work to enhance what they can earn in their limited hours. We also try to help them feel a sense of family that they may be missing, as many of them can’t afford to go home for visits. Consequently, while they can talk to their families, they may not see them for 4 to 6 years!

 Fortunately, the entire spirit of the islands is “Ohana.” Everyone is family. They treat everyone with respect and kindness. We’re loving that aspect of this adventure and hoping that it becomes second nature to us, too. 

How Can I Find Peace?

 Our MTC group

It has definitely been a busy week! We arrived in Provo Saturday and took up residence at the Missionary Training Center. The week was full of instruction, discussion, and practice of the principles that will help us relate to the people we will be serving. We met people from all over the world who are going to places new to them. We’re all excited about our assignments and grateful for new friendships.

In one of the seminars, we discussed the challenges of being away from home for an extended period of time. The presenters were a husband and wife who are both counselors. They have worked with many missionaries, young and older, so they knew their stuff. One thing the woman said really hit home with me:

When peace is gone, something in your head is inaccurate.

As we’ve talked about it, we agree that this could also be worded, “If you are unsettled, your head and your heart are not in harmony.”

For me, the heart is the true me, seeking to be heard, and influenced only by the Spirit of Truth. The head is what the world tells me I ought to be or do. It can be confusing, to say the least.

I have been reflecting on times when I have felt anxious, and this concept certainly seems to have been true in many instances. To spare you a novel, I’m going to oversimplify application of this principle to my experience. It has been true that only when I could bring myself around (read as “allowed the Spirit’s voice to be heard, trusted, and acted upon”) that I felt a return of wholeness, stability, and peace. Of course sometimes that took a long time to accomplish—growth is not on a timetable, and some situations are irritants for the long term. But ultimately, the disharmony within has been overcome.

Isn’t that part of being mortal? We are here to learn. To become the best we can become. But when we allow ourselves to be persuaded away from the truth we feel in our hearts, we can lose our ways for a time. That is when anxiety, depression, and their negative companions creep in.

So, since the heart is where my inner truth lies, it follows that any uneasiness would be caused by something in my head that is not accurate. Whether that is a lie I’ve been persuaded to believe about who I am or what I can accomplish, or about the people and communities that surround me, the problem lies in my head, not in reality. Moral of the story: I need to be very careful about making sure my head doesn’t lose sight of who I am in my heart.

Have you experienced this in your life? We'd love to hear about it. You can leave a message here or send an email.

Now we're preparing to leave the MTC. Next stop, Oahu!

 Refining....

A few people have let us know that they are having trouble signing into the blog. We had this set as a private/closed group, and apparently that's an issue for people with certain types of email addresses. For that reason--and the fact that more have requested access than we can cover with a closed group, this is now TECHNICALLY public. We'd still like to keep this as private as we can, so please don't share it on FB or anything like that. But now hopefully everyone can get in. If you know of someone close who isn't in yet and wants to follow along, you many invite that person. On "public" setting, we can't invite any more. Send them to debbithewriter.blogspot.com. 

Also, please understand that since this is a google application, the only people who can leave comments are those who are signed in with gmail accounts. That doesn't mean you have to open a gmail account if you don't want to. You could still contact us through regular email. (I won't publish those addresses here, just in case "public" grows into more than we would like. They are available through various means to the people we know.) 

We're down to our final week of preparation--we leave Saturday for the MTC in Provo. 

Ward Luau Activity for Youth, May 2024

The Countdown Continues....

We are T-minus 11 days until this adventure really...oh, it's too obvious...blasts off. A few of you received the first post. Many more are now being invited to join. If you are able to access this, please comment so we will know. If you do not want to continue receiving it (no hurt feelings, I promise), please also let us know that.

Note: If there are multiple people in your household who want to read this, you may have to share. Apparently there is a limit on how many people I can include and keep this a closed group. I'll work on that.

Off now to practice throwing a shaka.

(Shaka: A hand sign that originated in Hawaii and is often associated with surf culture. It's made by extending the thumb and little finger while curling the three middle fingers. For emphasis, the hand can be quickly turned back and forth with the knuckles facing out. The shaka can be presented with the front or back of the hand, and the wrist can be rotated back and forth. While it can mean "hang loose," it can also mean "hello," "goodbye," "thank you," "things are great," "take it easy," and "aloha." "Aloha" has its own set of meanings, encompassing the essence of peace, love, compassion, and respect.)

Statue of Hamana Kalili, the father of the shaka. By Leroy Transfield. It stands at the Polynesian Cultural Center, Laie, Hawaii.

 Hey, friends and family!

As we get ready to depart for our mission in Hawaii, we're trying to figure out the best way to keep in touch with everyone. Cousin John suggested a blog, so I'm trying this out--resurrecting my old writing blog to see if people can get to it and view pics and all that. I'll throw a few pics up here to see how that works. 

If you can find and read this and see the images, please comment so I'll know it's working. 

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A Kauai chicken I painted last year.

Before the mission call.