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Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 8:14 PM 0 comments
I slept a lot those first couple of days. I took a lot of medicine too. I did everything I could to make sure that I got better soon. I didn't want to miss out on anything; the work that I do as a missionary is too important to be sidelined for any amount of time. But my fever wouldn't break and I wasn't getting any better nor any worse really. I was just.... sick. I didn't get it.
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So the experience that I have wanted to share the most during this whole blogging experience is one that has touched many different lives other than my own. I have been thinking a lot about this one single, long journey the most of all of my experiences on my mission lately, because just about a week ago I hit the year anniversary since it all went down and started, and also because I have to live with the effects of it every single day and for the rest of my life. I have literally begun measuring time since this event; I will never be the same again.
Lemme 'splain and lay out the context for y'all. Just for y'all's information, right about NOW it starts getting personal. You'll see what I mean. About a month before I left for my mission (July 28th, 2010) I had a minor surgery on my chest. The surgeon removed a small cyst from behind my right nipple and just under the skin. Yes, I said nipple. Now get over it ha. This cyst was not cancerous, malignant, life threatening, or in any way a serious problem. More than anything, it was just an annoyance and a little painful. It was about the size of a quarter. I wanted it removed just so I wouldn't have to worry about it at all ever again and especially not while on my mission. It was a simple outpatient surgery. I was in at 8 a.m. and home by noon. I had a drain in there for a couple days, then they removed it, I healed up in about a week, and all was hunky dory from there and I left for my mission with no concerns whatsoever about my health. I had just come off of a year swimming on scholarship for Brigham Young University and I had never felt better in my whole life, physically or spiritually. I was leaving on my mission. What was there to really worry about? At the time, there wasn't.
Fast forward 8 months later. I'm serving in Woodland with Elder Van Gilder. I'd been there for nearly two full transfers. Things were going great. We were working hard and teaching well and I was having the best time of my mission so far. I felt the Spirit on a daily basis and my relationship with Heavenly Father was stronger than ever and I had no reason to believe that anything might go wrong.
It was the beginning of April 2011, and we had just helped move one of the families we were teaching into a new home. For some reason about that same time my chest (and specifically the area around where the surgery had taken place) began to swell, become sensitive, and drain fluid from the scar itself. I didn't really know what to do, so I cleaned it and dressed it and left it at that. Then a couple days later, I woke up feeling really sick. Flu type symptoms: vomiting, diarrhea, fever, sweats, chills, sensitive skin and muscle achyness. My fever was simmering around 101 or 102 and I felt horrible. Luckily, a local bishop in the Church also happened to be a doctor (for those of you who aren't members of my Church, there are no paid clergy of any kind. Everyone serves voluntarily in the Church at all levels to which they may be called as well as providing for themselves with their own work) and I went to him for a check up [Miracle #1: I was able to get to initiatory medical attention easily and quickly]. His name is Dr. John Bringhurst, and he is one of the most intelligent and scholarly men I have ever met. [Miracle #2: The medical attention I received came from one of the most qualified doctors I have ever known, and it was definitely not coincidence that I had just been assigned to the same area where he lived a couple months before this all began]. As I was describing my symptoms, he seemed confused. Had I had any contact with anyone that was likewise sick lately? No. Had I recently developed some sort of topical infection in a cut or wound? Bingo. I showed him my chest, he took one look at it and said, "Yep, that's an infection. You don't have the flu or anything like that. Your body is acting the way it is because it is fighting whatever infection you have in your chest there." He prescribed me some antibiotics and told me to get rest; I would be fine in just a few days if I got sufficient rest, fluids, and took all my meds as prescribed. I went home feeling comforted and confident that I would be okay and I would only be down for 5 days more at the most. This first day of being sick was Saturday, April 16th, 2011. I saw Dr. Bringhurst the day I got sick and got my meds that same day as well. I thought for sure that I would be back to the ol' grindstone by the following Wednesday.
Boy was I wrong.
Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 5:10 PM 0 comments
I have been thinking a lot lately. I don't have a very long time left as a missionary. There are many things that unfortunately remind me of this fact: getting my pink slip in the mail (the piece of paper that tells you that you have 3 months left and asks you which airport you are flying home to. Seattle, by the way), my parents telling me I have 100 days or less left in my most recent email home (Momma, you didn't make me trunky. Pinky promise. Please don't take this the wrong way ha), and having to sign up for housing and classes at college this coming fall.
As I have pondered the short amount of time that I have left, I have felt an incredible and ever increasing desire to daily share my personal witness of the things that I know to be true: Jesus Christ lives, He is my Savior; the Book of Mormon is the Word of God; Joseph Smith was a prophet; God is my loving Heavenly Father; things like that. Every single day feels like from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep that I need to find someone to share my testimony with. ANYONE.
I have also been pondering some of the most incredible life lessons that I have learned while I have served as a missionary, as well as the earth-shattering difference that my experiences as a missionary have made when it comes to the strength of my testimony. So in pondering these two subjects, and knowing very clearly that they go hand-in-hand, I have decided to post a blog about one or two of the most incredible experiences of my mission and by extension my lifetime. These experiences have changed my life; I am not the same person that walked into the Missionary Training Center 21 months ago. These experiences are sacred to me, and I hope that you feel that and respect that. I would not be sharing such things with you if I had not had the impression time and time again from the Holy Spirit to share them, for I know that my words (in some small way) carry the power of personal witness received directly from God through the power of that same Spirit. Many of the truths I declare in these next couple of blog posts will be things that no doubt you have already heard from others who share similar testimonies to mine. However, because of the experiences that I have had, I have made words that seem to be from another my very own. I have internalized them and made them a part of me and who I am.
I pray that as I share these things with you that you will feel the power and influence of the Holy Spirit of God. I pray that that same Spirit will testify of the truth of my words to you and strengthen your own personal testimony of these things. I pray that your hearts may be touched with the love of God and His Son Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. I also pray that you enjoy reading about my experiences; I want these next few blog posts to be spiritually powerful, and as far from boring as possible, but understand that there is going to be a feeling of reverence and solemnity here as well.
Essentially, my attempt here is to use my own personal testimony and the personal experiences that made it what it is today my very own blogging version of Michelangelo's David or Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa; something that evokes such strong emotions in the human soul as to leave no doubt as to the true source of such greatness: GOD. I love you all so much. Thank you for reading and keeping up with my blog. Enjoy :)
Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 9:22 PM 0 comments
I love the story from the New Testament that this video portrays. I have studied this exchange between the Savior and the Samaritan Woman so many times, and every time I do it teaches me something new. I feel the Spirit especially strong when he talks to her about living waters. That's what I want: to drink deeply from the living waters of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and never thirst again. Never thirst for love, for comfort, for strength, for peace. That is what Christ offers each and every one of us. Enjoy the video!
PS- The text in the New Testament that this video is taken from originally can be found in the Gospel of John, 4th Chapter.
Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 7:06 PM 0 comments
I sit in a pew
I ponder questions and circumstances
That have troubled my soul for days, weeks, months.
I have this moment to myself,
silent witness to my own personal spiritual turbulence.
There is no speaking in this chapel,
to do so would violate
the unspoken decree of reverence at this time,
That moment in time just before the Lord speaks.
I feel transported in time
Back, back, back
to moments when multitudes waited
at the foot of
Mt. Sinai, The Mount of Beatitudes,
at the entrance to Jerusalem.
I am one in that multitude
spread across a hill or a cobblestone street back then,
In chapels, homes, and meetinghouses across the world now
To be here, in this moment, just before the Lord speaks.
God speaks to Man doesn't he?
Doesn't He love us?
Isn't that why He sent His Son?
He spoke then,
why not now?
For this reason I have come to this place
Now, then, across streams of time and generations
of people.
Hungering, asking, seeking.
To know and have my questions answered by the voice of God.
The moment ends.
The reverence is broken.
The session begins, the prophet descends from Sinai
to the pulpit.
God's Word on his lips and the Spirit
bearing record.
The tablets of the law shine eternally bright
through these corridors of time;
their words in full affect now as then.
God does still speak to Man.
My heart is at peace and I recognize
The Voice of God.
Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 9:12 PM 0 comments
There have been many times in my life when I have asked myself, "Self, could life get any better than it is right now? Could you really beat your own record for happiness in one single day? Is that even possible?" and I answer emphatically, "NO WAY MAN! This is Cloud 9 bruthah! This is fo' realz!". Yeah, the conversation really goes like that....
But seriously, I have had times in my life where I wonder how things could possibly get better. How things could become even happier and well run and awesome than they already are. And so I tell myself "no it can't" and I just keep going.
And then the Lord opens my eyes a little bit. He places a little drop of Celestial Glory on my brow and wipes my eyes clean and says one simple word: LOOK.
And then I see it. I see His Benevolent Hand everywhere. I see miracle after miracle after miracle. I turn every which way and examine my life as presently constituted; I study it, take it apart, analyze it, put it back together in different ways to see what happens. And thus, I stand corrected. LIFE CAN GET BETTER. IT DOES GET BETTER. Often. Every day. In every waking moment. And I ask myself the same question: "How is this possible? How is the Lord so good to me? How can this get any better or improve in even the slightest way?". In fact, I have asked myself this question so often after being blessed so many times and awed and astounded by such blessings that I attempted to figure out truly why. There is a scripture that I think proves very instructive on the subject....
"For behold, thus saith the Lord God: I will give unto the children of men line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little and there a little; and blessed are those who hearken unto my precepts, and lend an ear unto my counsel, for they shall learn wisdom; for unto him that receiveth I will give more; and from them that shall say, We have enough, from them shall be taken away even that which they have."
2 Nephi 28:30
It is this attitude described in the verse above that we must take in order to continue being blessed with an outpouring of love so great we sometimes don't fully understand it. I have come to know this is true. Why? How? Because looking back (seeing as how hindsight is almost always 20/20) on those times when I was so overwhelmingly blessed as to prompt such thoughts as I have described, I realize that along with those thoughts and having my eyes opened to the great goodness of the Lord I was filled with humility and gratitude. Such humility and gratitude in rendering the glory and honor to the Lord for His multiplicity of blessings in my behalf qualifies me for further blessing and love. It made my heart open and receptive. I was willing to accept the great blessings the Lord had in store for me, for which He Himself was always willing to bestow upon me as long as I was willing to receive.
Brothers and Sisters, the Lord is good to us. Our Father in Heaven loves us. Jesus Christ lives, and so does our Heavenly Father. They have a direct hand in our lives; they interfere for our benefit. Always. As long as we are willing to accept the extended hand. I know this to be true. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 9:37 PM 0 comments
[Child]
I have chosen to go to Earth
To show you my Father,
What I can do.
But I am afraid. I know what I will face.
I'll go through pain and sorrow
When I'm sent down to that place.
[Heavenly Father]
Oh, my sweet Child,
Peace be to You.
You'll face this only a while.
With faith you'll make it through.
Remember this:
I will always love You.
And I will send My Son down to die for You.
Look to Me, I'll always be beside You.
Remember this, until we meet again, 'til then.
'Til then.
[Heavenly Father]
I've raised You as my Child.
And taught You oh so well.
If you heed to what I've taught You,
You can make it through.
Remember this:
I will always love you.
And I will send My Spirit down to guide you.
Look to Me, I'll always be beside You.
Remember this, until we meet again,'til then.
'Til then.....
Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 9:23 PM 0 comments
"The greatest battle of life is fought within the silent chambers of your own soul."
-President David O. McKay
A prophet of the Lord said the above statement. How true it is! Have you ever truly considered how important your soul is? Have you ever considered what forces are attempting to garner your attention and persuade you to side with them? Though you may feel completely alone in this world - insignificant, small, unnoticed, forgotten - you are far from it. Your soul is of immortal and eternal worth to your Father in Heaven; His work and His glory is YOU. And then of course there is the adversary. He wants nothing more than your misery and unhappiness. He will do anything to bring you down with him.
So understanding that, imagine then how truly important it is that we fight the greatest battle this life has to throw at us (the one we fight within ourselves) with the Lord on our side. We are involved in the most titanic conflict ever; we are the soldiers, the generals, the perpetrators, and the spoils. We must make every choice count. Every thought and desire is precious ammo with which we arm ourselves and ultimately signal which side we are truly on. There is no fence-sitting in this conflict. There is no neutrality nor apathy. We are "free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil" (2 Nephi 2:27). But we must make a choice, and it is always our choice.
Posted by Elder Ryan Bills at 12:49 PM 0 comments
I know I haven't blogged in a while. My bad. I won't lie, sometimes I find it hard to think of something to blog about that is length appropriate, applies to missionary work and my calling as a missionary, and is interesting for y'all to read. I won't pretend that I am supah good at this whole blogging thing. So today to kinda get myself back into the swing of things I am just going to post the lyrics to a hymn that has always helped me through tough times. This hymn has always given me comfort when I needed it; I can always sing it in my head or to myself out loud when I feel down. This hymn fills me with the love of my Savior and helps me remember what He did for me. This hymn may be familiar to some of you, and it may not be. Either way, the words are inspiring and uplifting. Hope y'all enjoy!
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts; here tell your anguish.
Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal.
Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying:
"Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure."
Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heav'n cannot remove.
Come, Ye Disconsolate #115
Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
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