Life is crazy. Life is fast. Life requires me to send you all a very lame email. Sorrynotsorry.
I am trying to learn how to appreciate missionary life the ery best I can. Even though it is marha nehez, missionary life is my favorite. There are things that I cannnot explain very well.
Like when we have the suckiest day and we feel helpless and at the end of the day a very nice old woman decides to talk to us and let's us share with her our message.
Or when our investigator learns that to be baptized he needs to give up smoking and drinking and women and instead of saying no, saying that he has a lot of work to do.
When we get to visit a small little city and meet a member who wants to be a missionary so bad, that he goes streeting and tracting with them.
Having your investigators tell you that they truly want to be baptized for the right reason. Realizing that they are truly converted.
Giving missionaries hugs, because of the hardness of life.
The members banding together to help other members who have no support from home.
Getting asked so many questions about our religion, you get lost in the swirl.
Helping people rip up laminate from an apartment flood and seeing into their history and past.
Having a last minute program go through and actually being able to meet with them and teach their friend.
Realizing the members' opinions of missionaries have changed.
Having an inactive member come to church for the first time in seven years.
Seeing someone step into the waters of baptism ready and excited.
I can't tell you how much I love this.
|Service project after a flood.|
|We made bread. nbd.|