I bet you were hoping that "Mom sent me peanut butter" and "I cried" were two seperate events. They weren't. This week I opened a package of creamy American goodness and my eyes MAY have gotten a little misty. ("I'm not even crying---I'm allergic!") Hahaha---it was sooo delicious, thanks, Mom :)
So package means---yet ANOTHER week in Budapest! Zone conference, ya'll! And we got a SEVENTY! Elder Patrick Kearon came---and he was British. What does this mean? This means he can literally call the mission to repentance, but do it with a quirky British vocabulary, a killer accent, and some cutting jokes to be described as nothing other than "cheeky"---and still come off as totally and completely endearing. It was awesome. The whole time I was just wishing I was part of a British-American family raised in Britain rather than a British-American family raised in America so that I, too, could feel so suave and sophisticated. (But then I remembered how stinkin' good the peanut butter in the US is and I was like...eeeeeeeeeeehhhh. Maybe not. Haha)
It was super, super good, though. Super, super, super good. He shook everyone's hand and looked us each directly in the eye and thanked us for our service--and it was really touching.
There's a quote that one of the counselors in my branch presidency in the MTC told me that I'll never forget: "We get caught up and nit-picky about all these little pieces and rules, but above all, we must remember that the people of the Celestial Kingdom are NICE." And Elder Kearon really embodied that for me---it was super cool. You could tell that in each situation he dealt with in his training the number one factor was the love he had for all the people in each of them. And I was just like:
I want to be that.
It's been said that "people don't care how much you know, they want to know how much you care." How true that is not just as a missionary---but in every place in life. It was super cool, I feel like I learned so much from just being near to Elder Kearon---don't even get me started on how much I learned from his training.
Aside from a super inspirational zone conference and peanut butter drama galore, our week was really good. We had a couple little miracles and a few new investigators. We're teaching this super intelligent surgeon right now who speaks amazing English which is really cool. We helped one of our RC's move---we had to convince him that, NO, a pot full of animal fat was not worth taking with him, and he managed to accidentally get some of it on Sister Williamson's coat, which both entertaining (as a third party observer haha) and gross. I gave my talk and all went well---Ricsi told me it was really good (but he also helped me with most of it, so he might be a little biased haha) and in the end I decided that "Lord, I Believe" by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland would be more worth the branch's time rather than "The Christmas Shoes"---sorry to disapoint!
We're loving the Csaba lands--it's weird, I looked at the beginning of this transfer from the end of January and saw that it wasn't going to end until April and was like: "I'm NEVER going to make it to the end of this thing." But here we are at the tailend! Crazy crazy crazy.
This upcoming week we're going to be bouncing all over the place--Wednesday we're headed back up to Budapest AGAIN for my first Hungarian hearing (woop woop) and then Thursday over to home-sweet-home Szeged (holla!) for zone training. (You must be thinking: How many trainings do these people need?? What's wrong with them?? To that I say: Egyetértek-----I agree!)
Love you all---remember to be strong and of a good courage this week---
for the Lord thy God is with you. :)
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