My entire mission I planned to end the journey with a simple scripture. 2 John 1:12‘Having many things to write unto you, I would not write with paper and ink: but I trust to come unto you and speak face to face, that our joy may be full.’ That is just not going to cut it. I have too much to say and I fear we won’t see each other soon enough, for many of you live around the world. I would first like to thank everyone who has ever written me be it snail mail or email. I have loved hearing your stories and connection to my blog. I think about you each time I log onto my emails. Sometimes I pretend to be a 90s romcom and say to myself ‘You’ve Got Mail.’
I also ought to thank the wonderful missionaries I’ve been able to serve with, the members who made Germany feel like home, and the strangers who inspired so many of my stories.(like the one this week who read my ‘3rd eye’ and told me she was feeling the pain I had in my knee….my knees don’t hurt.) Heck, I could write a whole Oscar speech, but we will wait until the movie version of this blog makes it to the big screen. #meetthemormons2? #meetLadyLena
So enough of this sappy salutations, this isn’t actually a 90s RomCom. It’s a mission. (We don’t go on spontaneous dates around the city eating frozen hot chocolate, and we don’t meet one another on the top of some highrise because a 6 year boy ran away from home.)And boy, was it a great one! I wouldn’t have wanted to end my mission any other way than this week. We met with our ginormous Slovakian family and 4 more people wanted to hear our message. It’s a little hectic because there are soooo many there and they just walk in and out and with the language barrier we aren’t entirely sure who understands.
Rosana is one of my favorites. I’m not sure if you are allowed to have favorites, but I do. She is 8 years old and does most of the translating for the adults. We sing ‘I am a Child of God’ every time we are there to bring the spirit, and this week she told us she could sing it without us. It was so cute, she sang it for us and I wanted to just squeeze her little slovakian cheeks.
Adrian is also quite the character. He is the same age as Rosana, and is the class clown. He asked us if we spoke english and then we said like 5 naughty words in English while doing some sort of Michael Jackson dance. Oh brother. We taught him that those are bad words and that he shouldn’t use them. When we went to church on Sunday he didn’t say any naughty words and used his church whisper voice, but he rode around the chapel on a bike he found outside!! It was chaos.
Adrian’s little brother is 5 and reminds me of Gibby from iCarly. This mostly stems from the fact that he is always shirtless. Sigh. This family is an adventure! I love them to the moon and back. Teaching the gospel to families just makes sense. The gospel is for families, they are no doubt the central message of the restored gospel. They’ve made me a little trunky for my family, but that’s okay because guess what? I’m going home.
Gulp. Did I really just say that? I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet. Tomorrow I will go to Berlin and then Papa Helzer and I will explore his Motherland. Fret not though! This is not the last you’ve heard of me. The adventure has just begun.