Hey y'all!
Last week was a blast! I got to go on an exchange with a baby missionary, Elder McNeil. We laughed about everything the whole time and some times for no reason at all. One comical moment: We were driving and approaching a stop light that was red. There was also a chair in the middle of the lane. So being the good-hearted missionaries we are, we stopped and picked it up. Then the joke of the exchange became, "why is there a chair in our backseat!?" or some variation on that. Hopefully that mental image brings you some joy.
I got this last week and I thought I would share it:
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Super good poem. I applied it to this life and having unconquerable faith.
Love y'all!
Elder Harper
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