There are a few things I need to write before I forget about them.
First of all I'm so grateful for all the wonderful outside of my family- the Mitchells and the Linkouses in particular. They are the best. Even though I never write them back I'm so grateful for whenever they write me. I've discovered lately the power that the good people in my life have on me. I find that when I remember the good friends I have in life it motivates me to put aside my selfish, petty desires and be a better nicer person. To name just a few people there are the Linkouses the Mitchells, Hunter, Nick, Stephen, and all my other friends. Mary, Grandpa Fritz and Grandma Maria and of course my own family. So, thank you. Thank you for expecting the best of me and making me better.
On Monday I was sitting in district meeting when Anz. Lynch pulled me out and told me there was someone on the phone asking for me. "Elder Lund or something. I don't know he must be from Frankfurt or something" he said. I answered the phone and there of course was Jamie Lund. It was really nice to talk to him and was in fact another moment of someone building me up and making me want to be better. Neither of us had much time to talk, but it was nice to hear a familiar voice.
Giacomo in fact seems to have been haunting me this week. I was cleaning some stuff out and I found an old mission history from the Padova mission. On one of the first pages I found an interesting entry that I took a picture of. Find out when Jamie Lund came home from his mission and then we can know for sure if this is him although I think it is.
Mom- I totally agree with the advice from the other missionary. The point that I like the most is that it would be so sad to put real relationships and communication on hold for two years. Anyways I think the hard things are just as important to life as the good things. It would feel so fake and sterile to only write about happy things and along with that there would be some weeks where I would have really short emails if I left out the hard stuff.
It's amazing how so many of the things in the happiness book are things that I've already discovered, but that have been put into words and facts and proven by scientific research. The gospel really is all about happiness- at least for me- because I feel like I've tried so happy to be happy as a missionary and I feel like It's forced me to figure out how to be happy and I've realized the gospel is all about being happy.
The work is still going really well. Bety and Luis Miguel are getting baptised tomorrow. This last week wasn't as good as usual due to lack of planning. We planned much better for the upcoming week and I can already tell it will be much better.
I feel more focused than ever lately. I've never dug into Preach My Gospel so much and been so into what we are doing in our area. I love it but at the same time it kind of hurts. It feels harder for me to come up with things to write about. Lately I've been amazed at how normal missionary life has become. I've had a few moments when I've realized how crazy my whole situation would seem to myself a year ago, but know it feels totally normal. The other day we knocked on a guys door and he let us in. We had a good lesson with him, but in the middle of the lesson. I remembered being at home and wondering what missionaries did and I remember sitting in the MTC wondering how anyone could really speak and teach in Italian. I was sitting talking to a Romanian man and I wasn't even thinking about speaking in Italian.
I love this and I hate it. I feel so good being so focused on missionary work because I know that's what I should be doing, but at the same time it hurts to realize how much I have let go of my life before, how good I've gotten at coping with being away from my family, never seeing my friends and only writing letters to Mary.
I know that in the end it will all work out though. Even though I've left my life behind and I will continue to be more and more here and less and less at home, when the time comes I will go back home and it will all work out. I wonder if that's why babies cry so much. I wonder if they're realizing that they really have come to earth and that they're going to be here for a long time and they're forgetting very quickly what life was like before birth.
Well I cried a lot as a baby I guess it only makes sense for me to put up a fuss now.
I loved your blog post mom. One of the biggest weakness about missionaries that drives me crazy is that they're so used to teaching that they teach all the time and they constantly think they should give advice and teach. I'm afraid that I'm the same way sometimes even though I try not to. I tell every missionary I see about this bit of advice. Just kidding. I don't. I actually try to hold my tongue a lot and subtly nudge people in a direction when I think I have an idea that could help them.
I love you. Have a good week.