Sunday, November 1, 2009

I love bandaids.

I love teaching the 6 year old primary kids at church. Sometimes I think that they understand the gospel better than adults. They just get it. No wonder we are supposed to become like little children. They are so humble, so believing, so trusting, so forgiving, so compassionate, and so dependent on God.
Today, in class Paige said, "I think that Jesus is like a bandaid. They both heal you."
Wow. Thanks, Paige. Well said.

goodbye witch

Mostly, this post is because I'm sick of seeing that hideous witch picture every time I look at my blog.
I'm sure you are too.
We got our 2nd round of engagement pictures back.
They are fabulous. We love.
Kelly at Gallery Photography is amazing. Check him out.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Meet Angzilla

Do you ever feel like the worst version of yourself? Like every single bad quality you have is being magnified and you are creating this terrible monster, a beast that you yourself are the most afraid of? Welcome to my life as of late. Happy Halloween, I guess.

Don't get me wrong. I am terribly happy. I can't wait to get married. But it's the in between part that seems to be making me crazy. The Hymas house has been an emotional sess pool for the past two months. My brother is getting married 5 weeks before Mike and I, and so its been a bit chaotic to say the least. My poor mother. She deserves a vacation.

What's making me crazy? What's making me so irrational? I ask myself that question every day. I could blame it on the birth control. Maybe my hormones are still adjusting. I have cried more in the past week than I have in the past year. Or the fact that my fiance lives an hour away and we hardly ever get to see each other. Or the fact that we got our engagement pictures back, decided we had to go with another photographer, and lost $500 bucks. Chump change, right? I feel like I'm throwing my parents money away!! Make it stop!

On the bright side. I have started going to Yoga and Pilates classes and taking late night walks. I've stopped listening to the radio and started listening to General Conference in my car to keep me sane. I teach the 5 year old primary class in my ward and they make me laugh so hard. I keep losing weight thanks to stress! I hosted a Princess Tea Party last week with my three best little preschooler girlfriends in the neighborhood- complete with party dresses, cupcakes, and Taylor Swift. I landed a stellar job! With benefits and great pay! YAY!! I get to plan my wedding with the help of my beautiful, talented mother. I bought some adorable boots from Nordstroms last week. My father has turned into an incredible member missionary. I have the love, patience, and support of Mike, even when I'm a little high strung.

I've got a lot to be happy about. I keep praying that the monster will just go away.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Thanks Dad, you were right

My Dad has always told me that getting married should be the easiest decision that you ever make. I never really understood what he meant, because I hadn't found Mr. Right yet. Mike changed everything.

I'm Getting Married.
Because I can't imagine my life without him.
On December 12th.
And it's the easiest decision I've ever made.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Trim turns to CUT

Last week I went in for an "end of summer- fix up my split ends" trim. 5 inches of hair on the ground later I was a mess. Yes, I'm neurotic about my hair that I've been painstakingly growing for the past 6 years. Somehow I managed to keep it together until I walked through the front door and saw myself in the reflection of the entry way mirror. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, that two hours later, I was still crying. A girl can get quite attached to her hair. Mike convinced me that he likes the cut even better than before. He might not be telling the truth, but he's definitely a smart boyfriend.

My new haircut: Post tears.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Introducing..... My Best Friend Mike

I know, I know. It's been two months since I've last blogged. I've been so busy living and loving every minute of my life. I have a new best friend I'd like you all to officially meet.......

Reasons why we are Best Friends Forever

1. He is a boy. He rides motorcycles and plays sports.
I am a girl. I bake cupcakes and swing on swingsets.
We compliment each other.
2. He makes the most delicious french toast for breakfast.
3. I help him pick out what to wear, and he gives me pointers on my golf swing.
4. He never lets me win when we go golfing, shooting, or play cards.
5. We love going on each other's family vacations.
6. We like holding hands. And hammocks.
7. When we aren't together, we talk on the phone until 2 am.
8. He makes funny faces, and I laugh at all his jokes.
9. We can agree to disagree (on items such as skim vs. whole milk)
10. I've never been happier in my whole life. He brings out the very best in me.

Friday, June 5, 2009


Oh, my life is changing everyday
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams,
it's never quite as it seems,
Never quite as it seems.

And oh, my dreams,
It's never quite as it seems,
Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Home Again Home Again

I'm back from my mission. I boarded the plane in Ohio, and it landed in Utah. In the first 72 hours of being home I.....

1. Ate coconut cupcakes
2. Fell in love with my family all over again
2. Went to the temple
3. Went swinging at the park
4. Listened to Feist
5. Danced with a boy to a slow song (not as awkward as expected)
6. Met my god-daughter, Findley for the first time
7. Enjoyed my perfect feather bed
8. Only introduced myself as 'Sister Hymas' in a social setting once
9. Felt guilty for not handing out pass-along cards at the mall
10. Cried because I miss Ohio

Monday, May 25, 2009

Some thoughts from the last letter home...

Well, I'm already crying. I can't believe that this is the last email that I will ever write as a young sister Missionary to my dear family at home. I never actually thought that this day would really come. When Jacob said, "The time passed away with us, and also our lives passed away like as it were unto us a dream", he hit the nail on the head. I feel like the past 18 months have been a dream. The happiest moments of my entire life, and probably the saddest too. The time of the most growth, change, and coming closer to the Savior. The time when I truly came to know just how real God is, and just how dependent I am on the Savior each day. I truly feel like Alma when he said, " I cannot say the smallest part which I feel."
My missionary experience has been incredibly sweet. Hands down the best thing that I've ever done. When I left for the MTC I thought that I was sacrificing so much to serve Heavenly Father. It's ironic, becuase now looking back, I realize that it really wasn't a sacrifice at all. The Lord has paid me back tenfold, and it has been a pleasure to be one of his missionaries. I have never been happier in my entire life, and I have never felt more myself. I have learned so much about who I am, and I have come to love my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ more than I ever thought I could.
I am so grateful that I got to spend one year of my mission in Kirtland. Part of my heart will always be here, I think. It's funny to remember how I was bawling when I opened my mission call and found out that I'd be serving at a Visitors Center. I thought that there had been some sort of mistake, because it wasn't what I had pictured for myself. Well, the Lord always has better plans for us than we could ever imagine up on our own. That same girl that was crying because she didn't want to come here, is now crying not only because she's sad it's over, but mostlty because of grateful to her Heavenly Father for knowing what she needed and allowing her to have this amazing experience.
It's been a tender week. I think I've cried more that last couple weeks than I have during my entire mission. Not necessarily all tears of sadness, but mostly tears of gratitude and love. Tears because I look back on my mission and realize the changes that I've been able to witness in others (investigators, companions, ward members, other missionaries, members that I take on tours), and mostly in myself- and I am so thankful for this wonderful experience.With all that being said, I realize that things are going to change. A lot. I can't be a missionary with a black badge forever, as much as I wish that I could. I want to take all of the knowledge I've gained, the testimony I've developed, the friendships I've made, and the wonderful experiences and lessons that I learned from my mission, and apply them to the next chapter of my life to make it better than it ever could have been without this life-changing experience. I realize that the Lord has provided for me thus far in my life, and he's not going to leave me alone. One of the most important things I've learned on my mission is how to receive personal revelation and answers to prayers. He has a plan for me, and I am excited to see what he wants me to do next. One thing is certain, change brings growth. And I am getting excited to grow. It's time, and I am really excited to see all of you! It's been such a long time!!
The other day we finished up our last planning session, and I said the closing prayer. I had tears streaming down my face the entire time thinking that this was the last weekly planning session I'd ever have as a missionary. I finished praying and sister Shoell said, "I have never heard a more humble, sincere prayer in my entire life. You have no idea what an influence that you have had on everyone around you, and I've never seen anyone love their mission more than you do. My mission is going to be so different after having served with you because I realize how precious and wonderful it can be." Well, she got one thing right. I have LOVED my mission. LOVED LOVED LOVED it. But it's not over. In my personal study this morning, I made my own personal mission plan. I'm excited to be a member missionary now.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!!Can't wait to see you all on Thursday!
Love, Sister Hymas
Alma 26:12

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Save a Cop

(Note from Andrea's mom: I'm mostly posting this because I was sick of seeing that polygamy picture every time I opened Ang's blog!)
We were tracting in this really nice area, and this man told us that the cops were going to come because we weren’t supposed to go door to door. Of course we just ignored him because there weren’t any signs, and besides, somebody on his street was definitely in need of the gospel. Well, just after we finished the street, a policeman showed up. The old man called the cops on us. Sister Shoell is terrified of authority figures, and so she sat there quiet and I did all the talking. The cop turned out to be nice enough. He even listened to me as I taught him about the Book of Mormon. We walked away and Sister Shoell said, “Oh my gosh Sister Hymas I didn’t think we were supposed to preach to policeman. You are so bold.” My thoughts are 'why not? policemen need the gospel too.' It was really funny.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Do I look like this???

Here's a doosy...
The other day I was giving a bronze tour to a couple of non-members. Throughout the tour, this single man was hanging around, and then at the last statue he joined us and started joining in the conversation. The ladies began browsing through the exhibit, and he started asking me where I was from, etc. He was a bigger guy, in his early 50’s probably. I got kind of a weird vibe. There were senior couples in the same room as me though and so I wasn’t nervous. He said that he lived in Kentucky, and I asked him if he lived near Lexington, because my uncle was the stake president there. He chuckled and told me that he did, but that he was a Fundamentalist Mormon. I asked him what that meant, and he motioned for me to take a few steps away because “he didn’t want anyone to hear.” At this point I KNEW he was a creepo. He told me that they believe everything that we believe, only more. That they still live the law of consecration (literally), wear full-length garments, don’t allow blacks to have the priesthood, etc. He told me that he had started studying the journal of discourses, and that he suggested I do it to because I was missing out, and that the whole church had gone astray. I simply asked him one question. “Do you follow Thomas S. Monson as the prophet?” “No.” “Well, I know he’s a prophet and so I don’t agree with anything that you’ve just said.” I started to walk away, and he asked me if he could see my scriptures (which I was holding in my hand). I handed them to him, he opened to 2 Nephi 31 and gasped. I asked him what he was doing, and he said, “You’ve got all of the right places marked! When you get to the point that you are at, you’re ready for more.” READY FOR MORE? I was completely disgusted. I grabbed my scriptures from him, bore my testimony of the Prophet Thomas S. Monson, and walked away. He came up to me and whispered in my ear “Farewell”a few seconds later and walked away. I was raging. Later, we found that he had snuck inside after taking a tour because he didn’t want to be with a senior couple. He had actually told the elder that gave him a tour that he was in Ohio looking for another wife. WHAT A CREEPO. Obviously he had no idea who he was messing with. What a PERV. Now the joke around the sites has been, “Sister Hymas, you’re ready for MORE!”
Sidenote: I had actually worn my hair in a braid that day for probably the 3rd time on my whole mission. Also, now that I have bangs I couldn’t help but wonder if he thought I looked like a good candidate for polygamist farm wife.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Family Reunion???

The other day we were tracting and came across a very large house, with about 12 cars in the driveway/on the road. Sister Shoell was like, “We probably shouldn’t go to this house because it looks like they are having a party.” Of course I’m trying to get her excited and so I say, “Of course we go to this house! Maybe it’s a family reunion and we can teach all of them!” So we walk down the driveway and a couple of guys are outside smoking. We ask them what’s going on and they say they are having a big wine tasting party, but they invite us in to tell everyone about the bronze exhibit in Kirtland. We walk into the garage and down some stairs into a basement, and to my horror the room is full of about 15 big men. Not only are they big, but they are drinking wine. YIKES. The door behind me is still open and I give them a flyer and try to act as natural as possible (Sister Shoell said I didn’t look nervous. She on the other hand didn’t say a word she was so scared.) I invited them to the exhibit and gave them a book of mormon card and invited them to call for a free copy. We turn around to go back up the steps, and two huge guys start coming down the stairs at us. The guys started telling them to shut the door so that we could stay and have some wine. In my mind I start to think of all of the horrible possibilities and I panic. I grab sister shoell’s arm and push through the guys and we book it up the stairs and out the garage and down the driveway. One of them followed us up to apologize. I never really knew the meaning of the scripture in D&C 84:88 where Christ promises to be on your right hand and left, and to have angels bearing you up. Angels were definitely with us that day. I felt so protected and watched over. I had to assure Sister Shoell that that NEVER happens. Most the time they really are family reunions.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Some random thoughts and long overdue pics

I am going to be training a new missionary again. I am really excited. I feel like I am at the peak of my mission in every aspect. I've learned how to not only have confidence in my own abilities, but to trust mostly in the Lord. I am excited to get a chance to do it all over again. I learned a lot the first time, and it will be neat to get a second chance. I hope I can help her love her mission as much as I love mine.

I just love being a missionary. It's not just how I live anymore, it's become a hobby. A passion. When you told me that Sister Ensign mailed you my release date I threw up in my mouth. (May 28 btw) I love all of you, but I really never want to come home. I've never felt so much joy in my life, and I don't want to leave it ever.

This has been an amazing week. I have learned that the Lord is so aware of our righteous desires, and our hearts. We saw SO MANY MIRACLES. We had 4 investigators come to church, we found 7 new investiagators mostly by contacting in the main street of Willoughby (it's like Park City) and taught ALL WEEK LONG. Biggest Miracle EVER: We got a referral on our phone on Wednesday, and stopped by and left a note. She called us a couple hours later and let us know that she was good friends with a sister in our ward, and that she wanted to learn because she's currently looking for a church. We taught her the next day. When we told her about living prophets she freaked out. "WHAT? HOW COME I'M HEARING ABOUT THIS JUST NOW??? THIS HASN'T EVEN BEEN IN MY RADAR!" She came to church on Sunday, cried through an amazing fast and testimony meeting. All through Sunday school and relief society she made amazing comments. Afterwards we met with her and talked more about the Book of Mormon. I have never seen anybody get more excited to have the Book of Mormon. My whole mission. She said, "Well, why don't the catholics and the methodists use this book too? Why wouldn't they want another testament of Christ??" She already knows about the Word of Wisdom and said, "I am going to have to quit drinking wine, but you know what's funny? A few weeks ago before any of this even started I began weaning myself off of caffeine!" She asked about tithing and had no problem with it. She signed up to bring a cake to the next enrichment. Sister Munford and I were both in awe. She gave the most humble prayer asking God to let her know that Joseph Smith was a prophet and the Book of Mormon is true. I was so touched. It's moments like these that I feel so grateful and blessed to have this experience. There are so many facets of temporary happiness, but this is really what brings true joy. When we gave her the Book of Mormon she said, "You have no idea how excited I am to get this book. I've been waiting for this for a long time. I'm going to hope every stoplight turns red on the way home so that I can quickly read!" AMAZING.We've also gotten a handful of amazing investigators like her this past week. I knew that Heavenly Father would provide. I'm continually amazed at his love though, and so grateful. I really can't explain how grateful I am for this time.

I just finished reading the Book of Mormon challenge with my mission- we circled every reference to christ and highlighted every time he spoke directly and all of the doctrine related to Christ. It was amazing. Try it.