Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Writing Goods.

It's finally time for me to leave! If anyone is interested in contacting me, please choose one of the options below:

MTC Address:
Sister Brooke Ashley Gledhill
MTC Mailbox # 280
MA-BOS 0604
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604-1793

Mission Home Address:

Sister Brooke Ashley Gledhill 
Massachusetts Boston Mission
182 W Central St
Ste 203
Natick, MA 01760

brooke.gledhill@myldsmail.com

Thank you all for your support! I am so blessed to have amazing friends and family in my life. I love the gospel of Jesus Christ and cannot wait to share it! \m/ 

"After All We Can Do"

For all of you who have asked about the poem I read in my farewell talk, here it is! I love this so much and it has become a sort of personal mission motto.


"After All We Can Do”
Robbie Pierce

I had been in that hole for a very long time—
In the dark and the damp, in the cold and the slime.
The shaft was above me; I saw it quite clear,
But there’s no way I ever could reach it from here.
I could not remember the world way up there,
So I lost every hope and gave in to despair.

I knew nothing but darkness, the floor, and the wall.
Then from off in the distance I heard someone call:
“Get up! Get ready! There’s nothing the matter!
Take rocks and take sticks and build up a fine ladder!”
This was a thought that had not crossed my mind,
But I started to stack all the stones I could find.

When I ran out of stones, then old sticks were my goal,
For some way or another I’d climb from that hole.
I soon had a ladder that stood very tall,
And I thought, “I’ll soon leave this place once and for all!”
I climbed up my ladder, a difficult chore,
For from lifting those boulders, my shoulders were sore.

I climbed up the ladder, but soon had to stop,
For my ladder stopped short, some ten feet from the top.
I went back down my ladder and felt all around,
But there were no more boulders nor sticks to be found.
I sat down in the darkness and started to cry.
I’d done all I could do and I gave my best try.

But in spite of my work, in this hole I must die.
And all I could do was to sit and think, “Why?”
Was my ladder to short? Was my hole much too deep?
Then from way up on high came a voice: “Do not weep.”
And then faith, hope, and love entered into my chest
As the voice calmly told me that I’d done my best.

He said, “You have worked hard, and your labor’s been rough,
But the ladder you’ve built is at last tall enough.
So do not despair; there is reason to hope,
Just climb up your ladder; I’ll throw down my rope.”
I climbed up my ladder, then climbed up the cord.
When I got to the top of it, there stood the Lord.

I’ve never been happier; my struggle was done.
I blinked in the brightness that came from the Son.
I fell to the ground as His feet I did kiss.
I cried, “Lord, can I ever repay Thee for this?”
He looked all about. There were holes in the ground.
They had people inside, and were seen all around.

There were thousands of holes that were damp, dark and deep.
Then the Lord looked at me, and He said, “feed my sheep,”
And he went on his way to save other lost souls,
So I got right to work, calling down to the holes,
“Get up! Get ready! There is nothing the matter!
Take rocks, and take sticks, and build up a fine ladder!”

It now was my calling to spread the good word,
The most glorious message that man ever heard:
That there’s one who is coming to save one and all,
And we need to be ready when he gives the call.
He’ll pull us all out of the holes that we’re in
And save all our souls from cold death and from sin.

So do not lose faith; there is reason to hope:
Just climb up your ladder; he’ll throw down his rope.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Picture This: Sister Gledhill

My fabulous cousin Amy Jo took these picture out in Daybreak last week. The wind was a little boisterous, but they ended up looking super cute anyways! Now my mother will have something to look at so she won't forget me while I'm gone. (Find Amy Jo here! http://www.amyjosphotography.com/)





 
  


  







Tuesday, May 7, 2013

A Temple Newbie No More.

I went through the Oquirrh Mountain Temple to receive my endowments on March 13th. After a little (read: a lot) of stress about it (I was determined to not be weirded out), I was completely relieved to go through and find out it is the same beautiful temple I have always known and loved. I'm so grateful for the blessings that are available through the temple and for the peace and perspective I find every time I go. I cannot wait to share this PEACE of Heavenly Father's plan with the people of Boston! (See what I did there? ... Peace. and piece. #puntown)

And now, some pictures!
Me and my Great Grandma Chicken!

Mother and Daughter - totes adorbs.

Me and my favoritest cousin Amy Jo. Its obvious that we love each other because we serendipitously coordinated our outfits with out planning.

I love my Grandparents! <3

Mis Padres - so happy to be at the temple!


Uncle/Aunt Brooks and Deanna. Two of the most fun people on the planet.

A Valentine from President Monson!

My call arrived on February 14th, which resulted in pretty much the only eventful Valentine's Day of my life. My friends and family with equally pathetic fantastic love lives were sweet enough to come watch me open it. I'm being cynical right now, but in actuality I was so flippin' excited to find out where I would be serving!

Before I opened that blessed envelope, I read D&C 15:4&6 to everyone, which pretty much describes why I decided to go on a mission.

"For many times you have desired of me to know that which would be of the most worth unto you
And now, behold, I say unto you, that the thing which will be of the most worth unto you will be to declare repentance unto this people, that you may bring souls unto me, that you may rest with them in the kingdom of my Father."  
I know that nothing will bring me greater happiness than to serve a mission for the next year and a half and that Heavenly Father has a special work for me to do in Boston. I cannot wait to get out there and serve in any way I can!

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