Hola Todos!Wow, there is so much I have to say. Washington is....something else. It's funny to be out here, somewhere completely different than what I was "trained" for. I'm in the Washington Seattle Mission, but definitely not in Seattle, I'm in a little town called Kent. It has been one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life. There are so many different kinds of people here. The first day, our mission president told us that there are over 170 languages that are spoken throughout the mission, and all you need to do is walk outside to know that that's the truth. Maybe I'm just a little "sheltered Utah girl", but it's amazing.
We went home that night tired, but the end of the day had picked up, and gave me hope that there really are people out there ready to be taught.Day 3... After a couple days of the unknown and really just not knowing what to do. I was reading in my personal study a talk that Mikell had sent me by Elder Bednar: "In the Strength of the Lord." It really helped me to realize that once again, I'm not in charge. I don't know everything, obviously. But I just keep saying to myself, "I may not know all the reasons behind this, but I can't complain, get discouraged, or frustrated. There is something to be learned from all of this." I keep going back to what it says in my patriarchal blessing; "You will have the opportunity to serve as a full-time missionary. You will need to be patient, but when the time is right, that blessing will come to you." I've had several times throughout this process where I thought I knew what that meant:
Then after our studies, we got a voice mail from our mission president telling us that he promised us that there were people prepared for us today. 3 per person to be exact. He gave us the challenge to go get em!
I love you all so much! I'm so glad I got to see your cute faces last night!
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