This week was a roller coaster. My stomach was in the pits! I had to stay in one day it was so bad....I don't know if it was food poisoning or what. Being sick is the dumps as a missionary. You just sit there and want to leave the house. I felt so antsy just laying there but I could hardly stand up. Ruff day but my companion was able to go on a split and get things done. And the next day we got fed some ruff food. All the meat here is super fatty...like huge chunks of fat.....like they looked like giant white gooey caterpillars. you usually don't have to eat it if there is no actual meat attached...but most people in my area, that's all they can afford. They give the best they have. The lady gave herself less than half the portion for herself than everyone else....so I ate them.... I thought I was going to die....but things got better. Our apartment is falling apart as well.....hah we haven't had hot water in weeks and our shower head broke...and as we found out today that our tub or something is leaking and going through to the neighbors down stairs. and our refrigerator died, so did all of our groceries....but it was at the end of the week so that's alright. our freezer is like northern Mongolia... it’s too frozen to melt. ohhh and something happened with our door on Saturday. It got stuck...so did we! We were locked in. We ended up calling the elders who pushed against it while we pulled. we finally got it....it was really awkward. It opened and we were just like thanks bye. haha Missionaries! We met with a lot of really fantastic people this week. I love these people! They are incredible, they make it all worth it!
I sometimes feel like I need to be better....well all the times. I feel like I started way behind and got going really slow as a missionary. I really only came on a mission because of duty. I knew it's what my Heavenly Father needed of me today. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The struggles, heartache, rules, life...I hadn't the slightest. I didn't really want to know, I knew I was being obedient and that was good enough for me...so everything hit me like a ton of bricks. the struggles, heartache, rules, life....but also the love, joy and desire that accompany missionary work. it's hard work, mentally, physically and spiritually. you are pushed ever beyond your limits, but just enough to expand your limits. it's so amazing. It's divine. I feel like Paul in 1 Thessalonians 2:19 For what is our hope, or joy, or crown of rejoicing? Are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming? 20 For ye are our glory and joy. The people. They are the answer. I came on a mission because of duty...but the only reason I stayed on a mission is because I love my God and I love these people. They make everything worth it. It's hard work, but He strengthens us and makes it all possible. Like ammon and his brothers said, Alma 26:12 Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things; yea, behold, many mighty miracles we have wrought in this land, for which we will praise his name forever. 13 Behold, how many thousands of our brethren has he loosed from the pains of hell; and they are brought to sing redeeming love, and this because of the power of his word which is in us, therefore have we not great reason to rejoice? 14 Yea, we have reason to praise him forever, for he is the Most High God, and has loosed our brethren from the chains of hell. I love missionary work. I love Mongolia. I love my life; the good, the bad and the in-between.