Hello All!
I can hardly believe I am actually here in Italy, and actually a missionary. It's such a strange world and we are really not normal people. Well, my first city, as you already know, is Verona, as in Romeo and Juliet. In fact, I think later today we will be going by Juliet's balcony. It is so beautiful here. There are just two sisters, myself and my trainer and companion, Sorella Harper, and four anziani, our capi zona (zone leaders, Anziano Divett and Anziano Toronto) and two others (Anziano Colins and Anziano Pastillo). I met the Anziani briefly at church on Sunday and then again at District Meeting on Monday, along with our district leader and his companion, who serve in Vicenza (Anziano Watkins and Anziano Perdonarillo or something like that). They all seem very nice and friendly.
Ok, so we got to Italy on Wednesday last week, and they took half of us to the mission home and the other half to the Duomo. But when we were getting in the cars to drive to our respective places from the airport, there wasn't enough room in Sister Dunaway's car (the mission president's wife) for all the sisters, so all the rest hopped in with her and I was all by myself! It felt really weird. But I rode with the mission president and a bunch of elders that I had just spent nine weeks with in the MTC, so it was actually just fine even though it scared me for a moment to be separated from my sisters within ten minutes of arriving in Italy! My car and the other sisters went back to the mission home for an orientation. Then later in the afternoon they took us over to the Duomo in Milano to try contacting and sharing the gospel! It was intense. We got there and they took us inside the Duomo to look around, but definitely told us not to proselyte inside. So we are all standing there when this girl who looks about my age walks up to me and says, siete mormoni? are you mormons? you aren't allowed to be here. In Italian, and I was scared out of my wits! So I told her we weren't preaching, just looking, and I'm sure I looked terrified, and she then said, scherzo! which means 'joking,' and pulled out her name tag. She was one of the sister missionaries serving in Milan there to meet us at the Duomo! Crazy, huh? So then we went back outside and the sisters split into groups of three, so I went with Sorella Johnson and Sorella Cozzens, the one who played the joke on us, and we talked to four people in the time we had. The first turned out not to speak Italian and was from Texas! So that was fun. But while we were talking to her these two Italians came up to join in the conversation, but they didn’t speak English. So we were translating back and forth for this bizarre two-language conversation, and found out the two Italians were Baptist missionaries, and ended up translating their invite to the lady from Texas to go to church with them! How goofy! Then we talked to this super-staunch atheist, and that was fun because I understood a good chunk of what he was saying and could ask a few questions. Then these two elderly ladies flat out ignored us, so we had to give up after a while. Then this lady who is studying to do something medical, but I couldn't quite understand what. It was really interesting and I really enjoyed it. We also got to eat gelato after, which of course was fantastic.
The next day, Thursday, we went to the LDS church building in Milan to meet our trainers and find out where we would all be going first! It was super exciting mainly, with a tint of sadness because we all are very dear friends now after all that time in the MTC together and have no idea when we will ever see each other again! But it's great knowing that we are spreading out to all serve the people we have been preparing so hard to serve together, and I am so excited that we all get to go all over! The assistants to the president would stand at the front of the room, call out a new missionary’s name, and then tell them they will be with so-and-so at such-and-such place, and then the trainer and new missionary would walk forward and meet each other and hug and smile and be really excited about where they are going. It was really neat to see. I came in with my five sisters from the MTC, my two companions and the other companionship in our district: Sorella Shuel, Sorella Costley, Sorella Johnson, and Sorella Tressler. Sorella Shuel is now in Genova, Sorella Costley in Bergamo, Sorella Johnson in Torino, and Sorella Tressler in Milano, with me in Verona! It's a good thing I really like my new companion, or I would be sadder about them being elsewhere, I think. Here is something cool: I was wondering if I would get to see Sorella Thurston, Anna Thurston, who went to London with me and it turns out she is training Sorella Johnson in Torino! So she was there at the church my very first day, and it was great to get to see her. After the meeting my trainer and I left and came straight to Verona with my luggage on the train, and she told me about our city while I tried not to fall asleep. The first thing we did after arriving was rush off to the grocery store because we had practically no food - the sister I am replacing, Sorella Ferguson, just went home because she finished her mission, so in the craziness of packing they hadn't been able to go shopping this week! The thing is, in Verona, we are on bikes, so my very first day I got to try riding my bike with groceries on the handlebars, and that was certainly a crazy experience. I was scared to death I wouldn't be able to navigate, but it actually turned out just fine!
In fact, the bike is the number one hardest thing about being a missionary for me right now. I feel like that sounds lame, but just wait till you hear how crazy the relationship is between my bike and I. I loved it a ton the next morning, when we went to the questura to get my companion's permesso di sogiorno and ran a bunch of other errands (like buying my bus pass and a bag for my stuff), and couldn't stop smiling because there I was, biking through Italy. The only problem is the skirt. It is impossible to keep my skirt down. Not so fun. But I am getting used to it. So that was a good day for us, my bike and I (even though the seat still hurt.) The next day, however, we rode to meet and teach this wonderful amazing woman and the ride almost killed me, it was so hard and there were so many uphill slopes. Also, I was having a lot of trouble starting up again in a straight line at stoplights so I ran smack into the side of the car next to me. The driver was not very happy, methinketh. But I survived the ride with a lot of prayer and then we took the bus for the rest of the day to give me a break. Sunday we walked to church because it is at the top of this really steep hill, and we even had this random lady come that we weren't expecting! Which was good, since both our planned investigators didn't show. That afternoon we got to call home from the church because it was Mother’s Day, so we took our bikes to the church so we could go straight to Montorio (a section of town) that evening. I talked to y'all, which was awesome, and when I talked to you, Dad, do you remember telling me to be safe on my bike because flying over the handlebars and being sprawled out in a skirt would probably not be too flattering? Well, we went to go ride home after phone calls and it turned out to be raining, so I got to ride my bike in the rain in my skirt for the first time. But, like I said, the church is at the top of this really steep hill, so my companion warned me to keep the brakes pushed some the whole time because it is so steep. So I do, but right when I get to the bottom of the hill and go to turn the wheel starts sliding instead of turning and I fell, rather spectacularly, over the handlebars and landed on the ground sprawled in my skirt. My first thought was, I need my companion to know so she doesn't leave! So I yelled, 'io fell!' which is half Italian half English, but I looked up and she hadn't heard and was long gone and this random family was standing there staring at me very concernedly, asking if I was ok. I told them I was fine and hurried to get up and started walking my bike down the hill, when my companion comes riding curiously back around the corner wondering where I am and sees me and it was really funny. So now I have a bunch of bruises all down my left side and my hand got kind of scraped up, but otherwise I am fine and glad to know that I can survive a fall. We took a break from the bikes the next day, thank goodness. Then the next day, yesterday, we biked a ton, and mostly it turned out well, except for the part where I fell again right in front of this old lady in a park. The bike landed on top of me and my bag flew up over my head and made my helmet sit all awkward so I couldn't see and couldn't get up. This time my companion saw so she was rushing back over while the old lady got my bag off me and some random passing-by man picked up my bike off me so I could get up. Another bruise and two skinned knees. So you know how missionaries joke about having bruised knees from praying so much? Mine are just from being a terrible bike rider! So those are my funny stories about the bike. My companion is so worried about me every time we take the bikes out now, it is kind of hilarious, but I am not worried, I can do this because God has called me to, and plus I am accumulating a whole slew of funny stories.
Anyway, the other exciting thing going on with the actual work is that we found this family, and they said we could stop by sometime, so we are really hoping to teach them and that they will be interested. We couldn't find their house, and then we sort of miraculously found it, so it was super awesome and we were so excited!! We also taught yesterday this one investigator who is from Romania and has such incredible faith. She misses Sorella Ferguson, but I am excited to get to teach her also.
My companion, Sorella Harper, is really funny. I really like her a lot. She has only been out three transfers [transfer = 6 weeks], all of them in Verona, but she speaks really well and knows the city and how to do the work, so it is great.
I love you,
Friday, June 18, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
O'Hare Airport, Chicago (April 3, 2010)
Rebecca is excited to be enroute to Italy and is looking forward to the real mission (and Italian food) even though she loved the MTC. She says upon arrival they will be allowed to drop off their luggage but will then be taken immediately to a Piazza in Milan to begin contacting Italians and preaching the gospel! It will be quite a change from the sheltered environment of the MTC. Though excited, she is a bit nervous about the impending imersion in missionary work (especially the talking to strangers in Italian in the Piazza), so send a few prayers up for her!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
"i can still recall our first wednesday" (April 27, 2010)
We made up words to that Abba song “I can still recall our last summer,” but for coming here: I can still recall, our first Wednesday. I still see it all....walking in the door, backpacks on the floor..." and then that part for "now you're working in a bank, a family man, a football fan, and your name is Harry" is now "now we like to SYL, we've got one week, and we have had, all the food they offer" (we are all pretty sick of the food here, it's the same stuff over and over, and especially with the promise of real Italian food we just can't wait to get there!). I can't believe it is our last p-day here in the MTC. In fact, this is the last email I will send from the MTC, and I am not sure I will have a chance that first couple of days in the field, so don't be worried if you don't hear from me for two or two-and-a-half weeks instead of just next week, but I will certainly still email as soon as I get the chance. We got our flight plans on Thursday! So now I can tell you it: we report to the travel office here in the MTC at 5 am (ugh) on Tuesday morning, May 4. Our flight leaves the SLC airport at 8 a.m. and goes to Chicago, where we have a 3 ½ hour layover, and then we fly to Frankfurt, have a two hour layover, then fly to Milan and arrive at about 10 a.m. Wednesday morning. So I had better sleep on the plane if I want to make it through that first day!
In Relief Society on Sunday Elder Worthlin's daughter came and spoke to us. Do y'all remember the story he told in conference before he died about his daughter who was going on a blind date, so she left with him, but came back a few minutes later super embarrassed because it turned out that the man was actually there to pick up her sister for babysitting? Well, it was that daughter, and it was hilarious! She told us the story again from her perspective, and that was really cool. She was neat and way fun to listen to.
Last Saturday we had a contacting activity, where we split into missionaries and potential investigators, and some of us were supposed to listen to the message and others weren't, and it was all in Italian. We combined with the other district, so there were 25 of us plus some teachers all practicing contacting in Italian. It was really neat to see how much Italian we've learned; the gift of tongues really is a real thing! Sometimes it's hard to recognize, though, because it is not a gift of sudden fluency, that's not how the Lord works. He teaches us line upon line, as we learn in the scriptures, and that is true with the gift of tongues as well, and conditional upon our diligence. We've tried really hard, our district, to SYL, and our teachers have spoken to us almost only in Italian since day one, especially Fratello Clarke. What's interesting is that sometimes it was really frustrating and hard and we really wanted him to speak in English and we wanted to speak in English, but we stuck with it and now it really is a miracle how amazing we speak Italian for only 8 weeks. Fratello Clarke's last day was on Friday (he went home for the summer), and he talked to us about how proud he was that we really stuck with Italian. He said he's never seen a group of missionaries so prepared to arrive in the field, and said that every one of our trainers will comment on how well we speak. We noticed it especially because the other district who did that exercise with us really just can't speak like we can, and they haven't syl-ed as much and their teachers haven’t pushed them as hard. God really does bless us line upon line, and based on our diligence. But He helps; we don't have to be superstars all by ourselves, we just have to put forth the effort to try.
That being said, sometimes I still fall asleep in class because it's hard to stay awake...woops, but I thought y'all would think it is funny to hear how my comp wakes me up by flicking my nose. So bizarre. Try it, and see how it feels. It is so startling...
Also, I played softball in gym yesterday, and I totally hit the ball when it was my turn to bat! I would have made it all the way to first base too, without getting out, but I was so excited that I hit the ball I forgot to run...hehe...
Ok, I am just about out of time; I had computer troubles so I lost about 5 minutes, so sorry this email is a bit shorter, but know that I love you and I am thinking of you, even when I don't email next week.
Love,
Sorella Langham
In Relief Society on Sunday Elder Worthlin's daughter came and spoke to us. Do y'all remember the story he told in conference before he died about his daughter who was going on a blind date, so she left with him, but came back a few minutes later super embarrassed because it turned out that the man was actually there to pick up her sister for babysitting? Well, it was that daughter, and it was hilarious! She told us the story again from her perspective, and that was really cool. She was neat and way fun to listen to.
Last Saturday we had a contacting activity, where we split into missionaries and potential investigators, and some of us were supposed to listen to the message and others weren't, and it was all in Italian. We combined with the other district, so there were 25 of us plus some teachers all practicing contacting in Italian. It was really neat to see how much Italian we've learned; the gift of tongues really is a real thing! Sometimes it's hard to recognize, though, because it is not a gift of sudden fluency, that's not how the Lord works. He teaches us line upon line, as we learn in the scriptures, and that is true with the gift of tongues as well, and conditional upon our diligence. We've tried really hard, our district, to SYL, and our teachers have spoken to us almost only in Italian since day one, especially Fratello Clarke. What's interesting is that sometimes it was really frustrating and hard and we really wanted him to speak in English and we wanted to speak in English, but we stuck with it and now it really is a miracle how amazing we speak Italian for only 8 weeks. Fratello Clarke's last day was on Friday (he went home for the summer), and he talked to us about how proud he was that we really stuck with Italian. He said he's never seen a group of missionaries so prepared to arrive in the field, and said that every one of our trainers will comment on how well we speak. We noticed it especially because the other district who did that exercise with us really just can't speak like we can, and they haven't syl-ed as much and their teachers haven’t pushed them as hard. God really does bless us line upon line, and based on our diligence. But He helps; we don't have to be superstars all by ourselves, we just have to put forth the effort to try.
That being said, sometimes I still fall asleep in class because it's hard to stay awake...woops, but I thought y'all would think it is funny to hear how my comp wakes me up by flicking my nose. So bizarre. Try it, and see how it feels. It is so startling...
Also, I played softball in gym yesterday, and I totally hit the ball when it was my turn to bat! I would have made it all the way to first base too, without getting out, but I was so excited that I hit the ball I forgot to run...hehe...
Ok, I am just about out of time; I had computer troubles so I lost about 5 minutes, so sorry this email is a bit shorter, but know that I love you and I am thinking of you, even when I don't email next week.
Love,
Sorella Langham
April 20, 2010
Ciao mia famiglia,
How are y'all doing this week? The weather here has been absolutely gorgeous. They opened up the missionary field last week, so now we have gym outside instead of inside. It's nice because we are inside all day long in the same classroom all day every day, so it's a good break. Our elders have taken to playing soccer against the Spanish-speaking elders. Anziano Zanni, the one from Argentina, is really awesome, but the rest of our elders are so small and their elders are so big, so far they've won every time! Elders and Sisters can't play soccer together, so we don't play with them (which is a relief to me, since I can't play soccer anyway). Sorella Shuel likes to play softball during gym time, or sometimes sand volleyball. It's a little harder for me to find something to do outside, because I can't play soccer, stink at baseball, and don't like volleyball, so there's not much else that goes on. I enjoy frisbee, so if people play that then I can, but it just depends on what other people are doing. Most often I've ended up walking around the edge of the field and either chatting or studying vocab. It's interesting.
On Sunday all of the Sorella - the five of us going to Milan and the four going to Rome - sang the Primary Song "I know my Heavenly Father Loves Me" in church. Anziano Lesa, our resident opera singer, wrote harmony parts for us to sing, and even constructed a little flute descant that I played. They have instruments you can check out for about an hour at a time here, and it's been fun to play a flute, though strange to play not my own. It turned out really nicely and we sang some of it in Italian. I like looking at the direct translation of hymns and other church songs into Italian, because it's often very different. For example, in the song "today while the sun shines work with a will," I think in English the last line is something like, "prepare for tomorrow by working today," right? Well, in Italian, it's "La vita eterna comincia da qui," which means literally "eternal life begins from here." The Iron Rod has another interesting translation, which I forget right now. We sing I Need thee Every Hour quite often, and the last two lines of that one in Italian are, "Bisogno, ho bisogno, sempre del tuo amore. Se tu mi sei vicino io vengo a te," which is literally, "Need, I need always your love. If you are near me I come to you," approximately, kind of weird in English, I guess. So it's just interesting to see the way they translate it.
My friend Chaela, who lived with me in Brownstone, has been here in the MTC for the past three weeks, living right down the hall as Sister McDonald going to St. Louis Missouri! It's been fun; she comes to our Italian prayer some nights and really enjoys listening to us speak in Italian. Last night was her last night here, right now she is probably on a plane heading to her mission field, so she wrote a little speech and had a friend help her translate it into Italian and read us all something about how awesome she thinks we are in Italian to us all last night. Then she said our prayer, but in English, and it has been a really long time since any of us have heard or said a prayer in English. It was so refreshing, especially with Chaela's sense of reality she brings into everything she does. We love praying in Italian, and it's good practice, but we are somewhat limited in what we can say. It's a good thing God knows our hearts and everything we are trying to say and mean with our broken Italian!
We tried a skittle game that my mother said she played in the MTC to help with SYL (Speak Your Language). It was so much fun! Every time one of us said a word in English, we demanded a skittle from them. It worked really well with just the sisters, but once the anziani joined in it got a little crazy. =) We tried to look up the word for skittle in Italian, and we found it and were using it all morning, until we realized that our dictionary is more British English than American, and apparently a skittle is a bowling pin in British English, so we had been asking each other for bowling pins instead of skittles all day! Che buffo!
We found out that one of our teachers, Fratello Clarke, is leaving this week! Friday is his last day. The semester ended at BYU, so he is going home for the summer a week before we leave the MTC, so we'll have to have a new teacher that we have no relationship with for the last week here in the MTC! How sad. We are getting Fratello Calder, who is the Italian tutor, and we've all met him and he's fun and friendly, so it's not that it will be bad, just different and random for one last week to have someone different. Our other teacher, Fratello Tilini, will still be here. He gets more and more funny every single day; I love his teaching style and really admire how much he teaches to us specifically and can really tailor what he does to help the people in our district so specifically. It's a really good example of how we all need to learn to teach. I hope I can learn to do it!
Sorella Shuel and I have started doing this thing on the whiteboard during our language study time, where I start writing sentences on the board that will focus on a specific grammar principle in Italian, and she will translate it on the other half of the board, and that way she gets in more practice. Well, yesterday we were working on the imperfect tense, which is not really existent in English but which basically is for things in the past that happen over a period of time or something like that, and so I made up this kind of ridiculous story which went something like this: "When I was 16, I worked at a laundromat. One day I was reading the Book of Mormon, when suddenly I found a dead cat! This cat was habitually bitten by a dog. I fell out of my chair while I was looking for it. The next day I told my friends the story while we were eating together. They were laughing when another dead cat fell on our table! It was funny." In almost each of the sentences there would be one verb in the imperfect and another in a different past tense, so it was supposed to help her identify when to use which and then practice conjugating them. Well, she read the sentence, "I fell out of my chair as I was looking for it," not as I intended (I meant "I fell out of my chair while I was looking for it, the cat), but as "I fell out of my chair while I was looking for it, the chair." Isn't that hilarious? I liked that interpretation so much more we translated it that way.
Also, we got two new sorelle this past wednesday! They are going to Milan as well, and they are the only two in their district. One of them is from Russia, and she is the first Russian ever to serve in Italy. Isn't that cool? They're both really nice and seem to be adjusting well, although of course they don't know hardly any Italian yet. It's kind of neat to see how far we've come since we arrived, since sometimes I think we only see how much further we have to go and forget to be pleased with ourselves at how far we've come.
God truly is in this work. He blesses us every day as we learn Italian and the gospel, and guides us in our efforts to teach and to learn. I love being a missionary, truly.
Please write, sorry I don't ask a ton of questions, but just assume I want to know everything, because I do. Do y'all have any questions for me?
Love,
Sorella Langham
How are y'all doing this week? The weather here has been absolutely gorgeous. They opened up the missionary field last week, so now we have gym outside instead of inside. It's nice because we are inside all day long in the same classroom all day every day, so it's a good break. Our elders have taken to playing soccer against the Spanish-speaking elders. Anziano Zanni, the one from Argentina, is really awesome, but the rest of our elders are so small and their elders are so big, so far they've won every time! Elders and Sisters can't play soccer together, so we don't play with them (which is a relief to me, since I can't play soccer anyway). Sorella Shuel likes to play softball during gym time, or sometimes sand volleyball. It's a little harder for me to find something to do outside, because I can't play soccer, stink at baseball, and don't like volleyball, so there's not much else that goes on. I enjoy frisbee, so if people play that then I can, but it just depends on what other people are doing. Most often I've ended up walking around the edge of the field and either chatting or studying vocab. It's interesting.
On Sunday all of the Sorella - the five of us going to Milan and the four going to Rome - sang the Primary Song "I know my Heavenly Father Loves Me" in church. Anziano Lesa, our resident opera singer, wrote harmony parts for us to sing, and even constructed a little flute descant that I played. They have instruments you can check out for about an hour at a time here, and it's been fun to play a flute, though strange to play not my own. It turned out really nicely and we sang some of it in Italian. I like looking at the direct translation of hymns and other church songs into Italian, because it's often very different. For example, in the song "today while the sun shines work with a will," I think in English the last line is something like, "prepare for tomorrow by working today," right? Well, in Italian, it's "La vita eterna comincia da qui," which means literally "eternal life begins from here." The Iron Rod has another interesting translation, which I forget right now. We sing I Need thee Every Hour quite often, and the last two lines of that one in Italian are, "Bisogno, ho bisogno, sempre del tuo amore. Se tu mi sei vicino io vengo a te," which is literally, "Need, I need always your love. If you are near me I come to you," approximately, kind of weird in English, I guess. So it's just interesting to see the way they translate it.
My friend Chaela, who lived with me in Brownstone, has been here in the MTC for the past three weeks, living right down the hall as Sister McDonald going to St. Louis Missouri! It's been fun; she comes to our Italian prayer some nights and really enjoys listening to us speak in Italian. Last night was her last night here, right now she is probably on a plane heading to her mission field, so she wrote a little speech and had a friend help her translate it into Italian and read us all something about how awesome she thinks we are in Italian to us all last night. Then she said our prayer, but in English, and it has been a really long time since any of us have heard or said a prayer in English. It was so refreshing, especially with Chaela's sense of reality she brings into everything she does. We love praying in Italian, and it's good practice, but we are somewhat limited in what we can say. It's a good thing God knows our hearts and everything we are trying to say and mean with our broken Italian!
We tried a skittle game that my mother said she played in the MTC to help with SYL (Speak Your Language). It was so much fun! Every time one of us said a word in English, we demanded a skittle from them. It worked really well with just the sisters, but once the anziani joined in it got a little crazy. =) We tried to look up the word for skittle in Italian, and we found it and were using it all morning, until we realized that our dictionary is more British English than American, and apparently a skittle is a bowling pin in British English, so we had been asking each other for bowling pins instead of skittles all day! Che buffo!
We found out that one of our teachers, Fratello Clarke, is leaving this week! Friday is his last day. The semester ended at BYU, so he is going home for the summer a week before we leave the MTC, so we'll have to have a new teacher that we have no relationship with for the last week here in the MTC! How sad. We are getting Fratello Calder, who is the Italian tutor, and we've all met him and he's fun and friendly, so it's not that it will be bad, just different and random for one last week to have someone different. Our other teacher, Fratello Tilini, will still be here. He gets more and more funny every single day; I love his teaching style and really admire how much he teaches to us specifically and can really tailor what he does to help the people in our district so specifically. It's a really good example of how we all need to learn to teach. I hope I can learn to do it!
Sorella Shuel and I have started doing this thing on the whiteboard during our language study time, where I start writing sentences on the board that will focus on a specific grammar principle in Italian, and she will translate it on the other half of the board, and that way she gets in more practice. Well, yesterday we were working on the imperfect tense, which is not really existent in English but which basically is for things in the past that happen over a period of time or something like that, and so I made up this kind of ridiculous story which went something like this: "When I was 16, I worked at a laundromat. One day I was reading the Book of Mormon, when suddenly I found a dead cat! This cat was habitually bitten by a dog. I fell out of my chair while I was looking for it. The next day I told my friends the story while we were eating together. They were laughing when another dead cat fell on our table! It was funny." In almost each of the sentences there would be one verb in the imperfect and another in a different past tense, so it was supposed to help her identify when to use which and then practice conjugating them. Well, she read the sentence, "I fell out of my chair as I was looking for it," not as I intended (I meant "I fell out of my chair while I was looking for it, the cat), but as "I fell out of my chair while I was looking for it, the chair." Isn't that hilarious? I liked that interpretation so much more we translated it that way.
Also, we got two new sorelle this past wednesday! They are going to Milan as well, and they are the only two in their district. One of them is from Russia, and she is the first Russian ever to serve in Italy. Isn't that cool? They're both really nice and seem to be adjusting well, although of course they don't know hardly any Italian yet. It's kind of neat to see how far we've come since we arrived, since sometimes I think we only see how much further we have to go and forget to be pleased with ourselves at how far we've come.
God truly is in this work. He blesses us every day as we learn Italian and the gospel, and guides us in our efforts to teach and to learn. I love being a missionary, truly.
Please write, sorry I don't ask a ton of questions, but just assume I want to know everything, because I do. Do y'all have any questions for me?
Love,
Sorella Langham
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