Dear all,
Hey. Hey. Hey, guys! I hope you all had totally fantastic weeks and are starting off your weeks this week with rockin' Mondays!
As far as what's going on with me out in the Csaba lands:
1.) We had NŐNAP! (aka Women's Day!) My district leader described nőnap as: "Basically Hungarian Mother's Day." I asked if this meant we could Skype home. The answer was no. So, basically it's just like Hungarian Mother's Day, unless you are a missionary. In which case it is nothing like Mother's Day at all!
Also, sadly, my branch fell, like many branches and wards before it, and gave out flowers instead of chocolate to the women. Carle Nővér's pro tip of the week: always chocolate, guys. Always. ;)
Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. It was really cool to have a nőnap in Hungary and it was super fun and cute and all the talks in church were really adorable and it was all sorts of good. :)
2.) Okay! Super exciting! Between the Elders and us we had TEN investigators at church on Sunday. There was literally sixteen members there in our tiny branch and TEN INVESTIGATORS. Can I get a more-than-a-third-of-the-congregation-on-a-HOLIDAY high five, ya'll?? Super cool.
3.) I've been assigned to give a talk next Sunday. My branch president (aka Elder Smith) made the terrible mistake of telling me that I have the freedom to speak on whatever topic I choose therefore giving me a whole week to translate "Footprints in the Sand" into Hungarian. While I'm at it I think I may translate the "Christmas Shoes" song as well because, though it may not be Christmas time, can you really limit the masterful tale of a cancer-stricken mother and her inexplicable need for shoes instead of medicine to one season? Time is short--and my season to share with the Hungarian people the American way of emotional manipulation has come! ;)
4.) I've started on this new thing called, "All I Can Really At This Point Is Mission Life And It's Making Me More Than A Little Cray."
Example A: I now have an insatiable desire to sing "Go the Distance" from Hercules. Dramatically. To my companion. Like all the time. Like all the time.
Example B: I have literally laid on the floor in the morning and told Sister Williamson that the emotional trauma of having to pick out an outfit from my wardrobe again will be too much for me to continue on with the day.
Example C: I came up with a theory. A theory that I have tracted so much it has become a part of my very being. I believe it now within the sequence of my DNA and that if there is some sort of epic plot twist wherein I am thrown into the door-to-door salesmen equivalent of the Hunger Games, in accordance with Charles Darwin's "survival of the fittest", I will be one of the lone survivors.
It was once I explained this to my companion that I realized what I had done.
Guys, that came out of my brain.
I am losing it.
I could continue on, but let's be real, we're all noticing the common denominator in this is the abuse that my poor companion has had to put up with, crazy, crazy theories or otherwise. Once again, all the awards to Williamson Nővér ❤️❤️❤️
Haha, I'm doing well, though. Really really. Leading lessons and loving life, all the L's a junior companion needs to feel good about things :)
Anyways, I read this talk this week and ya'll should all read it because it's better than any possible spiritual thought that I could ever possibly give:
http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&id=2221
I choose to conclude in the wise words of Owl City that remind of why I'm here and help me not to go too crazy:
"Until He returns,
Or calls me home,
Only in the power of Christ--
I stand alone."
Remember your favorite Hungarian missionary! Love you!
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!
Szeretet mindig.
Carle Nővér
P.s. Shout-out to Beej and Mom for bulletpoint number 3 ;)
Hey. Hey. Hey, guys! I hope you all had totally fantastic weeks and are starting off your weeks this week with rockin' Mondays!
As far as what's going on with me out in the Csaba lands:
1.) We had NŐNAP! (aka Women's Day!) My district leader described nőnap as: "Basically Hungarian Mother's Day." I asked if this meant we could Skype home. The answer was no. So, basically it's just like Hungarian Mother's Day, unless you are a missionary. In which case it is nothing like Mother's Day at all!
Also, sadly, my branch fell, like many branches and wards before it, and gave out flowers instead of chocolate to the women. Carle Nővér's pro tip of the week: always chocolate, guys. Always. ;)
Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. It was really cool to have a nőnap in Hungary and it was super fun and cute and all the talks in church were really adorable and it was all sorts of good. :)
2.) Okay! Super exciting! Between the Elders and us we had TEN investigators at church on Sunday. There was literally sixteen members there in our tiny branch and TEN INVESTIGATORS. Can I get a more-than-a-third-of-the-congregation-on-a-HOLIDAY high five, ya'll?? Super cool.
3.) I've been assigned to give a talk next Sunday. My branch president (aka Elder Smith) made the terrible mistake of telling me that I have the freedom to speak on whatever topic I choose therefore giving me a whole week to translate "Footprints in the Sand" into Hungarian. While I'm at it I think I may translate the "Christmas Shoes" song as well because, though it may not be Christmas time, can you really limit the masterful tale of a cancer-stricken mother and her inexplicable need for shoes instead of medicine to one season? Time is short--and my season to share with the Hungarian people the American way of emotional manipulation has come! ;)
4.) I've started on this new thing called, "All I Can Really At This Point Is Mission Life And It's Making Me More Than A Little Cray."
Example A: I now have an insatiable desire to sing "Go the Distance" from Hercules. Dramatically. To my companion. Like all the time. Like all the time.
Example B: I have literally laid on the floor in the morning and told Sister Williamson that the emotional trauma of having to pick out an outfit from my wardrobe again will be too much for me to continue on with the day.
Example C: I came up with a theory. A theory that I have tracted so much it has become a part of my very being. I believe it now within the sequence of my DNA and that if there is some sort of epic plot twist wherein I am thrown into the door-to-door salesmen equivalent of the Hunger Games, in accordance with Charles Darwin's "survival of the fittest", I will be one of the lone survivors.
It was once I explained this to my companion that I realized what I had done.
Guys, that came out of my brain.
I am losing it.
I could continue on, but let's be real, we're all noticing the common denominator in this is the abuse that my poor companion has had to put up with, crazy, crazy theories or otherwise. Once again, all the awards to Williamson Nővér ❤️❤️❤️
Haha, I'm doing well, though. Really really. Leading lessons and loving life, all the L's a junior companion needs to feel good about things :)
Anyways, I read this talk this week and ya'll should all read it because it's better than any possible spiritual thought that I could ever possibly give:
http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&id=2221
I choose to conclude in the wise words of Owl City that remind of why I'm here and help me not to go too crazy:
"Until He returns,
Or calls me home,
Only in the power of Christ--
I stand alone."
Remember your favorite Hungarian missionary! Love you!
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!
Szeretet mindig.
Carle Nővér
P.s. Shout-out to Beej and Mom for bulletpoint number 3 ;)