Woah, so I'm finally here. In France! Since I last wrote, I was sitting in the Provo MTC, and now I'm here in the chapel in France, sending Emails! Wow, I just can't help thinking how crazy it is to be here, finally here; after a lifetime of waiting to be on a mission I am here.I've really enjoyed the journey so far. We left the MTC in the afternoon when it was sweltering hot and I was sweating so much and thought, hey it's going to be awesome when we finally get to France, because I'm pretty sure It never gets this hot. So we headed out, went to the airport, and I got to call home! That was awesome to talk to my parents, because I wasn't sure if they would sound the same, after not hearing their voices for six weeks. This whole thing is really new for me, and I had a lot of concerns with coming out here. My parents and family addressed a lot of my concerns, and gave me the comfort I needed at that moment so I could get on that plane with a smile on my face, knowing that I'm doing the right thing, and I'm going to be great out here in France.
|Me in France!(Notre Dame in the background)|
|A city we were in called La Madeline|
|My meal at the Babin's|
The first time we went out contacting, we prayed about where to go, then went there. We were going down a street and prayed again, and I had a really interesting feeling to go down a road a certain way. Turns out, the road we ended up on was a dead end, and we decided to knock on a door, after praying again. Funny thing, I didn't know that people did this, but in France, people will answer you through their windows, not just the door. An older woman opened her door about fifteen feet above us, and we talked to her for about five minutes about what we were doing out here on missions, a little bit about our religion. She though we spoke French well, and I was happy we were able to alter the reputation of our church for the better.
|My desk in our residence|
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints, most commonly here in Lille, is either mistaken for Jehovah's Witnesses, or Amish people. A man we talked to yesterday seemed surprised when we showed him we had cell phones, and the surprise will only grow when the Ipads come. People here seem, unwilling or I'm not sure exactly the word for it, more reserved toward the gospel here, than in South America. But I believe that just as important as giving out Books of Mormon, or sharing a pass-along card, is spreading a good reputation. In France, there is sometimes a bad reputation as misssionaries, but I feel like we're still doing great things. Honestly, it's hard for me to look at our weekly record and see numbers in the single digits, but it's never really about the numbers, I have to remind myself. This is the Lord's work, about bringing souls to him, whether it's one or a million. We've had some great experiences this week, and I will touch on a few. Elder Johnson and I came to church and a man asked if we could sit by him, we said sure and he introduced himself as F. We accompanied him through the meetings and he told us that this was the first time he had come to church in a couple years. We were able to give him a lesson, and it went really well. Also, we have just had an awesome week in general. We were walking through this neighborhood, which reminded me of the Harvard-Yale area in Salt Lake, except with older, taller houses with gates, and taller trees. I just was feeling like the number of people we talk to isn't important. It's the sincerity of the contact, and the way we're representing Christ out here. I feel the spirit so strongly out here, and I love it! Sometimes I feel homesick, but other times I'm so stoked to be here! Stay strong everyone. I love you All!