EAT YOUR HEART OUT (Or in my case, Play my
organ(s) out!)
[This
email will be a bit different trying something out. Let my sweet mother know
what yall think about it, if its better or worse. (See attached file at
bottom assuming the aforementioned mother can get it to work properly!)]
Alright. You heard me
say it already:
SZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAASZTOK
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGIIIIIEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!
This week was a crazy
one! From recovering from the news of the temple to traveling to budapest a day
early and then Zone Conference on Wednesday with a training to exchanges with a
neighboring city of Elders to District Conference yesterday
huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUH (Deep breath), it was a lot. Lets start from the top!
We ended up going to
Zone Conference a day early to pick up our good friend Peery Elder from the
airport when he returned, but upon arriving in Budapest my companion realized
that his drivers license expired not 1 year ago, not 1 month ago, but 3 days
ago...weeeeeell shoot. So we couldnt go get him, and then when he didnt show up
at 3 like he should have, we had the thought oh CRUD he doesnt know he can take
a taxi!! So we rushed around trying to figure out what to do to let him know we
were coming, trying to weigh the sides if he was smart enough to start on his
way or not because that would not be good to get there and he had left for the
mission home already...in the midst of the struggling we said a prayer, and
then we realized that President Hettinger had misread the schedule and the
plane wasnt to land until 5:45 pm...which meant he wouldnt be there with us
until 7....well. huge relief! But we also ended up sitting around doing what we
could to help (I called apartments and tried setting up with them so that I may
find a living place for the other elders in some areas), and just overall we
tried stay out from under foot. It worked pretty well.
Zone Conference went
great! It was funny because we had planned for 45 min training, and then we
blew through our material for those 45 minutes in 20 nimutes...and we had the
companionships talk for a bit and then we convened together for that talk time
and we were like "uuuuuuuuhhh what do we do now??" We looke at each
other, figured it would go well enough by talking aobut some more topics, and
ended up going over the time we were given haha! Super funny, but the training
was good, I got stuff from it and I hope the other missionaries did as well.
Because of district
conference (basically stake conference for this area of Hungary), they didnt
know for sure if their pianist would show up, more like organist. So they came
to me and gave me the hymns and told me to have them down in the event the
organist didnt get back from germany in time...uuuuhhhhhhh great! I have to
teach myself the Organ now haha suuuuPER! I was really a bit nervous cause
anyone who has ever played piano and then tried to make the switch to the organ
knows how hard it is. But I saddle up, "girded up my loins" and set
to work while my comps figured out what to do for some of the contacts we had
to make with returning investigators. I sat on that bench and played those keyboards-keyboards-for
about 3 hours. It was insanity. But I got the hymns to where I would be able to
play with the base keyboard in my feet well enough. I felt super good, super
accompliushed, and super tired haha! I also may have almost fallen off the
bench a couple of times because of hw slippery and well dusted it was. But then
again maybe not.
We attended a funeral
last monday for a members mother, and we spent hours, HOURS trying to find the
place in this MASSIVE cemetery. But we finally found them in the far back
corner. As we looked at the cold cut stones with names engraved on them, some
just piles of dirt due to the poverty of the people who put it there, I stopped
in my minds eye to reflect on just how short life is. Most of the people that
were there resting in their graves only lived to 73 years on average. And most
if not ALL of those people lying in those cold containers, had not once heard
the gospel in their mortal lives. It made me SO grateful for the blessings of
the gospel, for a loving family, who supports me, and for the gospel being
taught to me by such loving parents who did all they could to raise me in
righteousness. How grateful I am for them. And for the life that I have to
serve others and gain a greater testimony of my savior Jesus Christ.
That's All, Folks!
Szeretlek Benneteket!
Hough Elder
Email story Miskolc 4.14.19
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