Dear Family and Friends,
It's been an interesting week. I really don't know how to explain it, but I'll give it a shot. On Tuesday, we had a meeting with all the other trainers. There were three other girls and five or so Elders. Let's just say it was like siting in the meeting with the Justice League. All the other missionaries that are training are amazing. Great spanish, really spiritual, have great insight and advice, funny, outgoing, everyone loves them, successful. So that's why I really was trying to figure out why the heck I was there. I'm the exact opposite of everything just listed above. I felt so out of place; the awkwardness was unreal. It's like the first day of school and your looking for geometry class, so you think you find it and then during the lesson you are so lost and everyone else seems to be getting it, and then you realize your in the wrong class and your in AP stats. I'm just waiting for that phone call from President saying, "Oops, I meant Hermana Clement, not Hermana Kelemen." (There is an Hermana
Clement, who is the ideal missionary, so this really is the only explanation I can think of, because he's a new president and I think he got us mixed up.) Here's the thing, I'm not trying to beat myself up, the fact that I'm training shocked everyone. Ward members, missionaries...and myself included. I just hope my companion realizes, I'm far from the perfect example, and so not to look up to me...too much.
I also went to a BYU basketball game on Wednesday night.
My companions name is Hermana Graff and she is from Orem! (And no she is not related to Dr. Graff the orthodontist in Orem, already asked it.) She is super duper cool. She pretty much knows the same amount of Spanish as me. She knows a lot, a lot. To be honest, I think she speaks better than me. The only difference is I'm better at pretending to understand people. So my idea is just to translate what they are saying in English and have her respond, because she is better with her grammar.
But the investigators we do have are doing really well. We are so blessed to get to work with Antonia and Daniel. Daniel, the other night, told us he wanted to go on a mission. So to close the lesson, we sang 'I Hope the Call me on a Mission', he loved that song. He sang it
again after we had finished. It was a neat experience. As he sang it, there was enthusiasm in his voice, and he seemed so excited. It made me think of when I too used to sing that song hoping to be where I am. And I had the thought come to me 'I am living my dream.' And sometimes I forget that. Sometimes I forget how blessed I am to be out here. I don't want to take it for granted. I think a lot of times in life we work so hard to get to one dream/goal to the next. And sometimes when we we reach our goal or dream we brush it aside looking for the next. Which I think it always good to keep having goals and to be improving, but at the same time I think there is a time to make the best of a goal when reached. If that makes any sense. To recognize how far you have come, and never forget how blessed you were to reach it, and to make your goal you reached worth it. I don't know if I'm making any sense, probably not. But in my brain its makes total sense. So think of the goals you have reached and give thanks for it and don't brush it aside, but celebrate the accomplishment. (Sorry if no one followed that) For example, if your dream/goal was to go to school and now you're in school...You're living the dream. If your dream/goal was to be a mom and now you're a mom, you're living your dream. Sometimes we forget the beauty in our dreams once reached it and push it aside like its nothing. Don't do that.
Oh yeah, sorry, I didn't tell you, BYU won. So no worries there. Killed um by 20 points or so.
|Notice the Book of Mormon-missionary-gap between me and this guy? In my head I am thinking... "No touchy touchy."|
Okay, so BYU was in Madrid so President okayed it that we could go. So we brought some recent converts and members. It was really weird. I haven't watched or thought basketball in a long time. And I seemed to be the only one who actually wanted to watch the game. If it were soccer, then I know people would have payed attention. Ha ha.
Love Hermana Kelemen
Love Hermana Kelemen