A lot of times missionaries talk about how hard the mission is.
What could be so hard? We literally just hang out with people all day!
So what are all these missionaries talking about?
In my experience, the hardest part is me.
I love talking to people all day. I love setting up meetings, I LOVE teaching, I love getting to know
strangers, I love walking far distances with my companions.
But man, I am difficult! Here in the mission, I am constantly reflecting on myself. I am looking at my faults, at what I can do better, at questioning why I´m here.
For example, If my companion and I differ on opinions, I wonder what I can do to better understand.
Don't get me wrong, I am NEVER negative about myself. I know I am doing something great, and that I stand for right and light. The hard part is how I can emulate that light better.
I dont ever take a negative approach. I am very happy with who I am, but I recognize that
I have more to become!
I think the first step to progression is realizing that there is room to grow.
I think everyone has something to teach me, and I value people extremely for that! It helps me
love and be interested in everyone.
This can all be summed up:
I LOVE LEARNING.
Its one of my priorities and I enjoyed this talk from Elder Teh
Last January my sweetheart, Grace, and I received an assignment to visit the members in the Philippines who were devastated by a major earthquake and a super typhoon. We rejoiced because the assignment was an answer to our prayers and a testament to the mercy and goodness of a loving Father in Heaven.Most of the members we met were still living in temporary shelters like tents, community centers, and Church meetinghouses. The homes we visited had either partial roofing or no roofing at all. The people did not have much to begin with, and what little they had was swept away. There was mud and debris everywhere. However, they were full of gratitude for the little help they received and were in good spirits despite their very difficult circumstances. When we asked them how they were coping, everyone responded with a resounding, “We’re OK.” Obviously, their faith in Jesus Christ gave them hope that everything would work out eventually. Home after home, tent after tent, Sister Teh and I were being taught by these faithful Saints.In times of calamity or tragedy, the Lord has a way of refocusing us and our priorities. All of a sudden, all the material things we worked so hard to acquire do not matter. All that matters is our family and our relationships with others. One good sister put it this way: “After the water receded and it was time to begin cleaning up, I looked around my home and thought, ‘Wow, I have accumulated a lot of garbage these many years.’”
I know that if you pray for the gift of loving learning and wanting to be better, you will become a better learner! You will look at things differently, and not see things as negative, but as everything as an opportunity to grow.
How can I become better?
I love you for who you will become.
LOVE YOU ALL,
Something I love about Argentine and latin culture, is that husbands and wives call each other "gordo" and "negro." Coming from the states, calling your husband or wife chubby might be offensive, but Latins are super close and put relationships first, and they use them as terms of endearment ♥
Mi gordo compañero :)
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