Serving as a missionary…

I love my mission! The reason I love it so much is that it is very unique! I am in the most sacred place in all America! Here is where the first copies of the Book of Mormon were found, or the restored church of Jesus Christ was first organized, or where an ancient record that told of people who were visited by Jesus Christ himself was buried for 1400 years! I also have the place where God the Father and His Son Jesus Christ appeared to a 14 year old boy that just wanted to know which church was true.  I love being here and being able to bear my testimony of the things that I know happened in this place! And I love the spirit that is here!


I was such a lucky missionary to have my first transfer during Pageant! The Hill Cumorah Pageant is every July, and people from all over the country come and act out stories from the Book of Mormon.  Here is me, (right to left) my companion Sister Tran, two wonderful actors portraying characters you would find in the Book of Mormon (the one of the left being Abinadi an amazing prophet!), and then we have Carlos who was just baptised about 5 weeks ago, and the wonderful Brother Clawson.  We love Pageant!


This is the day of Carlos’ baptism! He was so happy and described that he felt “closer to God than ever before”.  Because he is!!!!!


This is Sister Tran and I in the Sacred Grove on a rainy day during the week of Pageant! We were so excited that it was raining that we just HAD to take a picture! But it’s soooooo amazingly peaceful in the Grove, especially when it rains.


We also serve at the Peter Whitmer Farm where the church was first organized!  The Spirit is soooo strong there! It’s SUCH a testimony that about 60 people first met at that meeting to organize the church, and now the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has over 14 million members and counting! It’s because it’s true!

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Of course my favorite place to be here in the mission is the Sacred Grove.  There is SUCH a Spirit there.  This is where God the Father and His Son Jesus Christ appeared to Joseph Smith in 1820.  The trees, the plants, the nature altogether contribute to the beautiful Spirit that is there.  But there’s so much more you can FEEL than just nature.  And it just helps me realize every time I go in there how much I love being a missionary.  🙂


Making the countdown days count

Today I have 50 days left until I enter the MTC.  All I have to say is Wow! Wow, where did the time go? It was only 12 weeks ago that I opened my call telling me I was to serve in the Rochester, New York mission.  I am amazed at how fast time flies by.

I’m not going to lie, part of me is absolutely terrified of entering the field.  I don’t feel prepared at all as I’ve been trying hard to keep my grades up in school, since the few weeks after my call when I was focusing on my mission, I noticed my grades start to drop.  Whoopsies! But the beauty of being at my wonderful school is that I still feel like I am preparing for a mission.  The spirit is so strong here, and every teacher encourages their students to include the guidance of the Lord in their studies.  I am learning so much more through that direction.

As my first year of college is coming to an end, I am getting so antsy and anxious to go home.  But yesterday I heard a quote that just kind of hit me.

Don’t count the days, make the days count.”

And then we had general conference! And wow!!! And then I go through the temple today and feel the Spirit confirm to me yet again that my mission is the best thing I could be doing with my life right now.  Not only do I need to make my final days at school and home count, but also I need to really make my mission count.  I need to understand that what I’m doing is going to count for so much more than I know in someone’s life one day.

So here’s my advice to the world, myself, whoever actually reads this, whether you are serving a mission, preparing for one, or simply still in school make every day count.  Make every moment and decision you make count.  I made my decisions count when I was in high school, so that I would be prepared to enter the temple as soon as I was ready, and I felt completely prepared as soon as I got my call.  I love every day I live, and every experience that the Lord gives me.  I can truly say that having a positive attitude in my own life has made every day a good day.  Count every blessing you see in your life each day and you will find that your days count! Image

Called to serve…

Oh boy! Where to begin… How about an introduction? I’m Kenzie Harline, I grew up in Colorado Springs, CO and have the most glorious family a family could be. I attend Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah and am thinking I am going to major in exercise science. I love life, and I try to live it to the fullest! I’d like to think I’m fun, and I’ve heard I’m outgoing, so let’s just say that I am. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and have been my whole life. I feel so blessed to have grown up learning that the gospel I believe in is true. That is why I have been…

Duh duh dahhhhhhhh!!!

Called to serve!!!

In case you haven’t already been able to tell by the huge title and description I was just called on Friday to serve in the Rochester, New York mission. Along with it, I get to serve at the Hill Cumorah Visitors’ Center and I honestly cannot decide which one I am more excited for! Let’s just say I am fah-reaking out 24/7 because I loooove my call! I went to the Hill Cumorah Visitors’ Center a few years back and absolutely fell in love with upstate New York! If you haven’t been to the Hill Cumorah Pageant I can say that it is AH-mazing! And if you do happen to plan a vacation there, make sure it’s within the time frame of June 2013 to December 2014. Because that’s when your favorite sister missionary, aka ME, will be there.

Alright, whew, now that that is off my chest, a few more things to add. When I first heard the age change, I knew that a mission was something I would love to do, but needed time to think about. I remember days upon days of praying, reading, pondering the whole shhhpeel, but I didn’t get a for sure heaven sent “this is what you need to do!” feeling for a while… 3-4 months while. But I decided to start filling out my papers anyways, and it sort of came when I was at my dentist’s office getting a cavity filled so that the dang office could sign off for my papers when I was like, “Whoa! Why am I getting this hole drilled into my tooth?” The answer to my question was just, “Um DUH!!! Cause you are ACTUALLY doing this. You are serving a mission!” Yeah I know, this experience is not that cool, but that was part of my answer. So with that I went forward with faith knowing that by the time my call came whether or not I should go, and hoped that when I had the call in my hands if it was the right decision.

And then the day came… well actually, the whole flippin’ week came. My bishop texted me on a Thursday night telling me that my call had been issued. Typically calls are only issued on Fridays and future missionaries have them in their hands on Wednesdays. So in other words I could be expecting my call to come on a Tuesday! SCORE!

JK! No score…

Tuesday came and went with no call. Alright, so maybe Wednesday? HA! Nope! Monday was a holiday so I figured that maybe the calls had been bumped back a day so I SHOULD get it on Thursday. Welp, lets just say because of spazy Utah weather, a rainstorm came and iced all of the roads over. So apparently the only city in Utah to not get mission calls was of course Provo. AHHHHHGGGGG!!! If that mailman could feel my wrath! After 4 whole days of disappointment, I really wasn’t even expecting to get my call on Friday. But magically, when I am FORCED against my will to be patient for once in my life, it came. And boy was I tired! I hadn’t slept for days due to built up excitement that was only crushed by the end of each day. So now as I was completely slap happy because of exhaustion and anticipation. You can probably imagine how I was when I finally opened my call. All. Over. The. Place. I was telling people to call someone over here, and trying to google plus with my family of there, all while my hands are shaking furiously from excitement/nervousness.

And then I read my call…

(Now if I could put this in a footnote it would say, “My whole family served foreign. And by my whole family, I literally mean my whole family. I am the youngest child and my dad, mom, brother, and sister all served missions to Sweden, England, New Zealand, and Tahiti. So you can expect what I am thinking right now. I better go foreign, not just cause I want to, but because my family did.” Ok on with the story…)

The moment that I saw New York Rochester, I thought, “State side… WHOA!!! AWESOME STATE SIDE! Ummmm…. I don’t even care! This is literally the PERFECT call for me!!!!” And I lost it. The tears came. But then I saw, “In addition…” hold up? In addition? What does in addition mean? Apparently I was also to serve in the Hill Cumorah Visitors’ Center. One word… HOLYCOWHOLYGUACHOLYMOLYHOLY! So lets just say that everyone who knows me personally, my personality, the way I look at life, and the way I truly am, can attest to this; this is an inspired call! I, and most everyone I know, cannot imagine me serving anywhere else in the world! This is where the gospel that I am to preach was restored and where the first prophet for our Latter Day church walked. I know that this is where I’m meant to go, that a mission is the right thing for me, that this Church is the true church on Earth today, and that this life is all part of a bigger picture. I know that I need to lead others back to our loving Heavenly Father. Christ did so much for us, and we must come to him through our toughest times, because only He knows how we feel. He is our comfort, our protector, our shepherd. I know this to be true! That is why I am leaving May 29th to do His work! And I cannot imagine anything else I would rather do!

My blog as a missionary in the New York Rochester Mission and the Hill Cumorah Visitors' Center