I am so glad to be able to write right now! I have so
much that has happened in this past week it's crazy. I don't even know
where to begin.
This last Tuesday, the English speaking missionaries that we
came in with left and are now well into their first transfers as
missionaries. I am so jealous! Growing up, all you wish is to get
this super awesome mission that makes people super shocked. Now that I
did get a crazy mission with a crazy language, the story is different. I
know I am meant to serve in Hungary and I'm so excited for it, but at the same
time I wish I could be out and telling others about this wonderful gospel right
NOW.
On top of that, our "ussi," (Hungarian for ancients)
or the older group of Hungarian missionaries are leaving in a week and a
half. They are currently in their "consecration week" which is
the week in the MTC where they are only allowed to speak Hungarian. These
missionaries get to go to Hungary in 1 1/2 weeks when I have 8 to go, no fair.
Although I'm super excited, I'm also nervous beyond
belief. I love the people already and I feel ready to tell everyone about
the wonderful message of the restoration, but not in Hungarian. I guess I
just didn't realize how difficult it really is to speak another language in the
matter of a few weeks as a missionary. The freaky thing is in 8
weeks I'm going to have people that are relying on me to share the gospel
with them. Peoples lives are going to be in my hands and I can barley
introduce myself now. The scariest part is not being able to see the end
of the tunnel.
I think the thing I have learned the most so far has been my
need to rely on the Lord. I have had times after a horrible lesson when
everything falls apart, I don't understand what the investigators saying, me
and my companion aren't communicating well, or just the fact that me or my
companion do not remember how to say anything in Hungarian, when my heart is
just broken. It just brings tears to my eyes and makes me question,
"Why Hungary? Why me?"
I just want to bear my testimony that I know that God listens to
each and every one of us. He knows our struggles, hopes and fears.
I know that he will provide a way for us to accomplish the things in which he
asks of us. Our Heavenly Father would never put us through anything we
couldn't handle. Although I can't even see myself
speaking fluent Hungarian now, I know the Lord will provide a
way. I know that anything is possible through my Savior.
My district is so funny. They are the self proclaimed
jokesters. In good and bad ways, they always have to bring the
party. Today the entire district stood outside the doors where the new
missionaries as the self proclaimed welcoming committee. When a fresh
missionary came out we attacked with "WHERE YOU GOING ELDER?!"
I'm telling you, the goofiest guys you would ever meet are in my district and I
love them all.
This week I did my last preparatory English lesson, it was
depressing how well it went because I know that it won't be in English for 2
years! Breaking my heart.
Either way, love the mission, love the family, loving life.
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