This week, I realized how glad I am to not go to Finland, Japan, Korea, or anywhere Mandarin speaking. Each day my journal entries get shorter and shorter, as every day is pretty much the same. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Play Volleyball. Loose to the Finns. Personal study. Companion study. Language study. Lunch. Class. Dinner. Class. Personal/Companion/Language study again. Bed.
On a bright note, President Maynes of the 70 gave an amazing talk about the BOM's power in conversion. Something that he said is that when Joseph Smith was moved upon by the Spirit of Revelation he was a very eloquent speaker and dictator, even though he could not even form the sentences
required for a journal with out serious thought. Gives me hope that with the spirit of revelation, I can do the same for the Swedish People. After all, Elder Bednar did say that missionaries are "prophets with a little p".
My district is beyond awesome, all the Äldster are as close of friends as any, and all the Syster are similarly awesome. The food is also awesome, at clogging people up. One of the Vanhins has not had a good poop for over four weeks, and he eats more than Brady! We've given him laxatives, prune juice, spinach, it does nothing. Poor fellow.
Kärlek,
Äldste Wilson
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