Final week in the MTC

Check out my new haircut! I feel like i'm in the army cuz i got my buzzcut and my platoon of elders. This is like spiritual boot camp. And its awesome. On the the third guy in the picture is my district leader Elder Garrett. one of the coolest guys i've ever met. We are mutual friends through our friend Hermana Hafen. ( i know her from efy and he was best friends with her at BYU) she is at the Argentina MTC and leaves the day before we get there.

This is my final week in the MTC. within 5 days i will have begun teaching people in Argentina. I can not even fathom what this is going to be like. And if I have learned one thing from this adventure in the CCM (MTC in spanish) It is this:

   That we are Children of Our Loving Heavenly Father. And He will help us with everything we need to be happy. I have come to a realization of what happiness truly is. 

It isn't not having sadness, or not feeling pain, 

Its knowing we all can be together again.

And without further ado. i have another poem. i promise i do not spend all my time hearing contemplating poetry :P It just so happens that the past two weeks i have learned a principle i can only seem to express through artfully put words. Without further ado, I present:

The darkest cloud is clearing

my hands must still hold tight

For i know that i am nearing

that marv'lous 'ternal light

i see the light 

i see the tree

i know it's right

It's right for me

The clouds return with angry rage

as if to make a darkened cage.

My eyes grow dim

My world grows small

The only thing my eyes can see 

is my loving brother in front of me

His eyes grow dim as does his heart 

and soon, rod and hand are far apart.

The gnashing teeth, the wailing cries

bring teardrops, teardrops to my eyes.

I wish to reach, to pull them in

But dare not let go, for fear of sin

For this dear rod is my only strength

I pull and heave along its length

hoping, praying for a simple door

to open to the prize in store.

I look around and see the souls

of friends and family in blackened holes,

whose hearts are empty and eyes are closed

whose necks grow stiff and minds have dozed.

Only now do I behold

a man in white with a heart of gold

who tends to my sweet brother dear

and whispers softly to his ear.

The still small voice lifts up his hand 

and guides my brother 'cross the land

until he stands right next to me

and in his mirror-eyes I see

A burning fire that from the rod

spreads through my soul and out abroad

as rays of fire encompass all

i realize my time to call:

I KNOW THIS LIGHT, I KNOW THIS TREE

I KNOW MY SAVIOR LIVES FOR ME

FOR CHRIST DIED TO MAKE MEN HOLY

I WILL LIVE TO MAKE MEN FREE

I love you all! Have a wonderful week. And please send updates and pics of all ya'lls adventures. 

Listen to the Spirit and remembers God's love for you!

Elder Siebers