Real estate agent. Travel agent. Therapist. Sport professional. Mover. Masseuse. Baker. Translator. And of course, Mormon Missionary. These are all the roles I played this week, one of the most eventful weeks of my mission. There is no way that I could even relay … Continue reading
This morning I opened my mail box to a flood of creative emails comparing missions from everything from swimming to soccer to sandwiches. I just want to talk to you about Straußberg and skirts and other S words. Straußberg is a … Continue reading
W E L T M E I S T E R. erledigt. Okay, I don’t want to start up on how awesome Germany is, and how I am the luckiest Sister missionary ever, but come on….did you hear?! We won WORLD … Continue reading
‘You can count the apples, but you can’t count the seeds.’ These words resonated with me this week as soon as my mission president said them at our zone training. He continued on to explain that we have an impact that … Continue reading
Attitude not altitude. This week was miraculous, but only to someone with a positive attitude. I started the week by stumbling across this verse of scripture: ‘Say not ye, Thereare yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.’ (John 4:35) This week I hit my 4 month mark until going home. Insert … Continue reading
Worst. Idea. Ever. So here I am, sitting at the Turkish internet cafe, and I had the brilliant idea to listen to church music on LDS.org while I write emails to distract from all the loud people skyping in foreign … Continue reading
‘This week was’, to quote my dearest best friend Sister Hannah Woolley, ‘like the white roller coaster at Lagoon. Filled with ups and downs and I was ready to crack at any moment. And I saw a raccoon on a roof, which I have actually seen on the roof of the white roller coaster loading station.’ All of our appointments fell out, we found no new investigators, and we discovered at the worst of times, that our stomachs can’t handle African food force fed to us. We had a member pass out during a lesson, and we then got to escort (carry him and his walker on trains and buses and bike paths) home. We got caught tracting in a rain storm for an hour, and our investigator said he could tell that we’ve gained weight since he last saw us. (which was only 10 days ago, mind you.)
I could sit here and complain to you, but that wouldn’t really accomplish anything. And truth be told, I don’t have a lot to complain about. I have been living in G e r m a n y for a year. I serve in a wonderful ward filled with people who care about me. I get to be a part of the ‘angel factory’. I love this life.
It has been said that you are the architect of your own happiness. I am a firm believer of such words! We can not control all of life’s circumstances, but we can certainly control our outlook. In the end, this week was actually quite beautiful. (but hopefully, next week will be even better and no one will pass out on us. is that too much to ask for?!)
Thank you for all that you do! Go, allow yourself to be happy. I promise, it makes a mission (and life) so much more enjoyable.
sister happy helzer
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This week I was literally flipping through Proverbs and came upon this verse ‘The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the Lord trieth the hearts.’ proverbs 17:3. The imagery really touched me and I kept thinking about how a mission is a refiner’s fire. The Lord is surely trying my heart! I have been stretched beyond my means and dragged out of my comfort zone and have experience the most incredible highs and lows, and to put it simply, my heart has been tried. But oh how grateful I am for that! Just like gold needs a furnace to have the stunning effect it has, we need experiences that will mold us into the stunning spirits God intended us to become.
I realize where my success lies. I know I am here to succeed and I appreciate all of your faithful prayers and letters and support. d a n k e.
This week I had a really neato experience. I call it FOUNTAIN TO FIND. Sister McBride and I were going by 3 inactive members, none of whom were home. We doored their buildings as well, but nobody had interest. #topfloorlastdoor. At the last house we noticed a giant African looking fountain in the middle of the city. My curious self insisted that we check it out and take a photo. While I was busy snapping a photo, Sister McBride talked to a lady on the bench and asked her about the history of this fountain. We ended up talking with her for a good 30 minutes and she even showed us the way to an even cooler fountain! At the end of the conversation we explained why we are here and asked if she would have interest in reading the Book of Mormon. She was all for that! We have met with her again and explained all about our message. Fr.S is not religious, but has a sincere desire to learn about God. I can’t wait to meet with her again in a few days!
On a side note, the weather is 94 degrees with a giant side of humidity. Prayers are appreciated, I would prefer NOT to melt like my ice cream.
Viele liebe grüße,
posted by Splendidly Sar
ONE YEAR. three hundred and sixty five days. That’s the time that has passed since I last saw you. And you. And maybe you. I really can’t believe that I have been out here for so long. Now is my time to … Continue reading
The word of the week is…. WAHNSINN. (marvelous, splendid, unbelievable, superb.) It was wahnsinn going on exchanges with Sister Rasmussen (more to come), and wahnsinn surprising the mission president’s wife for her birthday, and our musical number turned out to be wahnsinn. And did you know? … Continue reading