Dear all,
Hey, everybody! Geez, it's great to hear from you all. Hope everybody's doing well, I know it's that crazy busy time of year so I hope you're all finishing off school strong and doing great no matter where you're at :)
My week was good, it was a baptism week, so those are always awesome! We got to go to Győr for zone training and I'd never been before and I can finally confirm that, yes, the rumors are true; it's freaking gorgeous. After the training we walked through the Fő Tér (Main Square) to this boat that was also a restaurant and I was just like: I'm on a boat. That's really a restaurant. (Or is a restaurant that's really a restaurant? These are the questions ;) On a river. In Győr, Hungary. Speaking Hungarian. When did this become normal???
As far as the work, I think it's been going surprisingly well considering my companion just opened the area to sisters last transfer and the fact that we are in post-Soviet Europe, haha. Our pool of investigators has been nothing short of hilarious--I love them so much. But then again, what would a mission be if I didn't, tudod? :)
Oh, gosh, I've kind of gotten to the point where I kind of get so lost in the time that I get to the keyboard each week and I struggle to even recollect what happened, and then when I finally do I just think, "There is no possible way I can encapsulate that in an email."
Buuuuut, I guess I'll give it a try anyway in one big sweep with the disclaimer that this is no way all-inclusive, okay?
In short,
1.) We threw an epicly epic last-minute-missionary surprise party for our branch mission leader, complete with homemade banana-pudding-weirdness cake,
2.)We received a sketchy call from a sketchy phone number telling us to meet at a random location and we're crazy and we did it and it turned out it was our investigator telling us she was moving to England the next day,
3.)We visited a less-active who coated my spaghetti in ketchup which I thought/hoped was a her-thing, but turns out is actually a Hungary-thing,
4.)We sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" in English at Laci's baptism only to have me realize I forgot what hymns in English sound like,
5.)We ran into an Austrian man who needed help so we pooled from our common Hungarian-English-German knowledge to hopefully help him locate the soccer stadium,
6.)We're meeting with a semi-famous Hungarian-singer-actress-person when she comes to Szombathely from Budapest to perform on the weekend and she thinks we're the cool ones(#oppositeday),
7.) One investigator confessed a near-death experience to us wherein he may or may not have seen seven angels while on the operating table,
8.) And to top it all off, I had one of my favorite lessons of my entire mission wherein my companion and I sat in the back of an ice cream stand, held up the Book of Mormon and testified of Christ.
To our investigator who literally worships an anti-Christ. Literally.
I then sat in a quiet state of shock as she offered up a prayer of love and support and pleading for help to her Father in Heaven and then, for the first time in her whole life---sealed it in the name of Jesus Christ.
So...I've been keeping busy. :)
Time has this weird way of passing slowly and all at once, so I'm trying not to miss it, even though sometimes I still feel like a little Szeged greenie, jet-lagged and cockroach-slaying with tears of frustration in my eyes during language study--I realized moments don't last forever and it makes me ever-increasingly grateful for the now.
I love you all! Write me, okay? My mailbox could use it.
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!
Szeretet mindig,
Carle Nővér
Hey, everybody! Geez, it's great to hear from you all. Hope everybody's doing well, I know it's that crazy busy time of year so I hope you're all finishing off school strong and doing great no matter where you're at :)
My week was good, it was a baptism week, so those are always awesome! We got to go to Győr for zone training and I'd never been before and I can finally confirm that, yes, the rumors are true; it's freaking gorgeous. After the training we walked through the Fő Tér (Main Square) to this boat that was also a restaurant and I was just like: I'm on a boat. That's really a restaurant. (Or is a restaurant that's really a restaurant? These are the questions ;) On a river. In Győr, Hungary. Speaking Hungarian. When did this become normal???
As far as the work, I think it's been going surprisingly well considering my companion just opened the area to sisters last transfer and the fact that we are in post-Soviet Europe, haha. Our pool of investigators has been nothing short of hilarious--I love them so much. But then again, what would a mission be if I didn't, tudod? :)
Oh, gosh, I've kind of gotten to the point where I kind of get so lost in the time that I get to the keyboard each week and I struggle to even recollect what happened, and then when I finally do I just think, "There is no possible way I can encapsulate that in an email."
Buuuuut, I guess I'll give it a try anyway in one big sweep with the disclaimer that this is no way all-inclusive, okay?
In short,
1.) We threw an epicly epic last-minute-missionary surprise party for our branch mission leader, complete with homemade banana-pudding-weirdness cake,
2.)We received a sketchy call from a sketchy phone number telling us to meet at a random location and we're crazy and we did it and it turned out it was our investigator telling us she was moving to England the next day,
3.)We visited a less-active who coated my spaghetti in ketchup which I thought/hoped was a her-thing, but turns out is actually a Hungary-thing,
4.)We sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" in English at Laci's baptism only to have me realize I forgot what hymns in English sound like,
5.)We ran into an Austrian man who needed help so we pooled from our common Hungarian-English-German knowledge to hopefully help him locate the soccer stadium,
6.)We're meeting with a semi-famous Hungarian-singer-actress-person when she comes to Szombathely from Budapest to perform on the weekend and she thinks we're the cool ones(#oppositeday),
7.) One investigator confessed a near-death experience to us wherein he may or may not have seen seven angels while on the operating table,
8.) And to top it all off, I had one of my favorite lessons of my entire mission wherein my companion and I sat in the back of an ice cream stand, held up the Book of Mormon and testified of Christ.
To our investigator who literally worships an anti-Christ. Literally.
I then sat in a quiet state of shock as she offered up a prayer of love and support and pleading for help to her Father in Heaven and then, for the first time in her whole life---sealed it in the name of Jesus Christ.
So...I've been keeping busy. :)
Time has this weird way of passing slowly and all at once, so I'm trying not to miss it, even though sometimes I still feel like a little Szeged greenie, jet-lagged and cockroach-slaying with tears of frustration in my eyes during language study--I realized moments don't last forever and it makes me ever-increasingly grateful for the now.
I love you all! Write me, okay? My mailbox could use it.
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!
Szeretet mindig,
Carle Nővér