I feel like I´ve done this more that a hundred times -- like maybe even 104 times. Oh wait... I still find it hard to believe that I am finishing this two year quest. I´m excited to see you all in the forthcoming weeks.
I´ve learned so much from these last two years; not just learned stuff such as doctrine or things of the world, but more importantly I´ve learned more about myself. Now it´s time to put in practice the things that I´ve learned. It´s time to step up to the plate.
This Sunday was a bittersweet day. I wasn't quite prepared for what ended up happening. The bishopric had assigned me a talk last week for this week. So I had it prepared and ready to go. A few weeks ago, I told the sister that plays the piano at Church that she played, ¨Til We Meet Again,¨ a little too early. We joked that my companion could sing a solo for my last week. My companion, however, didn´t like the idea and it was put to an end. So you can imagine my curiosity when the program announced that there would be a musical number. Hmm... Five brothers and sisters assembled for the number. Before the second chord was even played, I already knew. ¨Til We Meet Again,¨ has now taken on a whole new meaning. Not only did I have to follow that act, but it got worse. As I prepared to go up on the stand for my talk, the bishop announced that this was my last week as a missionary and that they enjoyed the time that I had been here in their ward. On top of that it was cold. I credit the shaky voice and legs to the cold weather, of course. I will miss this ward and its members terribly.
Fittingly, I read Jacob 5 this morning. Verses 70 to 75 have a new meaning to me now.
For the last time,
Elder McMurray
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