This week flew by, it seriously felt like a day. But so much has happened. HOW IS THIS MY 4TH WEEK!?
French is good. I’m definitely not going to understand anything when I get to France but hey C’est bon. It’s SO weird to hear prayers in English. It honestly takes me just as long to say them in English now as in French, I can no longer speak any language ha-ha.
Sacrament is SO amazing here. We pray in French, sing in French give talks in French, and the sacrament prayers are said in French. It’s the most amazing thing to hear. The language is so beautiful... when it’s not me speaking it. I also received a calling on Sunday, I’m the new media person. So, I basically just have to lecture the new missionaries on how to use computers and tablets properly.
Scariest thing happened in gym yesterday. Our zone was playing basketball and another zone was playing volleyball, and an Elder clotheslined himself on the volleyball net, fell, hit his face and started having a seizure. When he regained consciousness, he started throwing up blood and it was traumatizing. He is in the hospital now with a concussion and a broken eye socket. :( Right after it happened though it was amazing to see around fifty 19-year olds on their knees on the gym floor in prayer, praying he would be okay. The gym was completely silent except for the noise the Elder in pain was making. The spirit was so strong, probably the most I've ever felt it.
Okay so remember how I said I would be grumpy if we got new roommates, WE GOT NEW ROOMMATES. There are six of us in a room now. Haha it actually hasn’t been bad and I love them all. One of them has strep though so that’s sad. Their first night, one of them was having a really hard time because she was the only one that didn’t know any French (doesn’t that sound familiar) and it was so great to comfort her because it was like a reassurance to me that hey look I’m fine and happy and I’ve gained 5lbs of fat and spiritual and language knowledge. C’EST BON. They asked how many melt downs a day we have and I said I actually haven’t cried since I got here and then WHOAH last night I literally had a break down. Our lessons with Hospice have gone downhill so that’s really been frustrating and then in class last night we were practicing teaching only using scriptures to answer our amis de l'eglise questions and Frere Ritchie kept on making me dig deeper and deeper until the doctrine wasn’t even making sense in English so I couldn’t say it in French blah blah blah. After class, he asked if I was okay and I melted down. BUT I AM FEELING GREAT NOW and now I know I should really express my feelings and not let them explode on someone, like Frere Ritchie. For some reason, I just think I’m stronger than I really am and I can handle all this stress just fine. Even yesterday when I could not stop crying, there is nowhere I would rather be. I am a 19 yr old girl whose maturity level is at like a 14 yr old and I’m learning a new language and in two weeks I will be in a foreign country trying to convert people unto Jesus Christ. There is no way I am good enough on my own, but with His help I am going to be enough and I am going to make it. C’est bon! Even though it’s hard and frustrating sometimes, I am so happy I’m here. And I know that Heavenly Father is shaping me into who he needs me to be.
I’m getting more and more excited to get to France. I hate not knowing what to expect so I kind of wish I could just go right now and learn and grow from the trials of being submerged in the language and culture. Vous sais?
Love you guys lots and lots.
-Sœur Nay
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