This is not Christa. This is Christa's mom. I'm sure you know by now I post Christa's emails to her blog, as instructed. Last week (in case you were wondering where her email was - it's not me just being disorganized this time!) she and her companion received an emergency transfer due to some unfortunate events of a sensitive nature that it would not be appropriate to post. (Don't worry, everyone is fine). However, after receiving this week's email, I figure you might need a little background about what happened last week in order to understand. This is the end of last week's (Jan. 19) email (Ok, now it's Christa):
"And that's the story of how I spent two weeks in Pest and had three areas in one transfer.
How am I?
This is an excellent question. I have definitely had to take some of my own "make it an adventure" medicine, that's for sure. I think the initial shock of it all has finally started to wear off. It first hit me when we were left alone and in our apartment in Tata. I was a little angry, not going to lie. I felt like I had finally found my groove in Pest, and was enjoying the big city and connecting with the ward. I felt like we had to splinter our excellent work out in Pest between the Elders who were already super busy with their own work, to open up a city that didn't even know what a sister missionary was, and where we literally have nothing. Not an investigator.
But two nights ago we were walking home from the grocery store and Sister Geröly pointed out to me: "Hey, look, you can see the stars. You couldn't really see the stars in Pest, it was too bright."
For some reason that little moment really reminded me of a song I used to listen to in high school by Jack Johnson. There's a line that goes:"There were so many fewer questions when stars were just the holes to heaven."
Honestly, I've stopped looking for answers to these dumb questions about why I'm here in Tatabánya. If you had told me that I would be here my first day in the MTC I would have been beyond excited. So I'm glad to be here. I'm glad my Father in Heaven has a plan for me, and he put three priesthood holders with me on Tuesday to protect me. I'm glad I can serve a mission. I'm glad I can create a legacy here in Tatabánya.
And I'm grateful I can see the little holes to heaven--I'm grateful I can see the stars.
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