Hi,
Italian for: "Do or do not. There is no try." But in Italian, it rhymes! How great is that?
This week was... good! I finally feel... stable! I think I could describe my mission somewhat in the following words:
First four months: I'M GOING TO TAKE THIS DIFFICULT SITUATION BY THE HORNS AND EAT DIFFICULTIES (and Master Crumble) FOR BREAKFAST!
Next four months: Post partum depression from my first city! New city! New companion! New situations! I'd prefer to not to stay in the second city, but the Lord decides to keep me in the second city until...
Next two months in Bari: I love this place! Feeling good. Learning stuff. The Spirit is keeping me going. Hey, ho, I can learn to like things that were hard. Can I stay now that I'm really enjoying this?
3 months in Ladispoli: JUST KIDDING! Sent to the Rome area and learning some great life lessons. Struggling with frustration and all the negative -ions. Thinking about how much long until I have to go home probably a bit too much.
And NOW (a month or so later): Smooth sailing. Both Sorella V. and I feel pretty healthy -- physically AND emotionally. My ingrown toenail doesn't even really hurt! Look at that! I feel much more... serene, I suppose, about the end coming. I'm not looking forward to it with too much anticipation, but I'm not dreading it. I see it as a natural, normal step. And until then, I feel like I can end my mission at a good pace, instead of exhausted and drained, as I tend to finish most projects I undertake (e.g. every edition of the Political Review).
We get transfers call this weekend. I'd love to stay here, but we'll see what's IN STORE!
Fun story! Last Pday we went to the Vatican museum -- we have a friend who works at the Vatican and offered to help us at least skip out on the lines. Maybe I'm too used to Disneyland, but I'm assuming he would just find us outside of the entrance of the museum and slip us into the FAST PASS lane.
NOT QUITE. Instead, he comes and picks us up at the station in a Vatican Mercedes. He drives us through a "secondary entrance" and gives us a tour of the city. Best part? When the guard stops us, asking if we were the guests Benedict was waiting for. Benedict meaning former Pope Benedict the number-I-can't-remember and guests meaning, is he hosting the Mormon missionaries. We had a good laugh.
I'm out of time! But trials have helped me learn patience and stuff! I'm a big fan of this mission thing. Said Paul:
And he said unto me, My agrace is sufficient for thee: for mybstrength is made perfect in cweakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may drest upon me.
2 Cor 12:9
Okay, I think I might be behind in my shoutouts, so just to catch up: Chris Lamoreux, Pallets and Brooke! Thanks for your wonderful letters!
love you all,
Italian for: "Do or do not. There is no try." But in Italian, it rhymes! How great is that?
This week was... good! I finally feel... stable! I think I could describe my mission somewhat in the following words:
First four months: I'M GOING TO TAKE THIS DIFFICULT SITUATION BY THE HORNS AND EAT DIFFICULTIES (and Master Crumble) FOR BREAKFAST!
Next four months: Post partum depression from my first city! New city! New companion! New situations! I'd prefer to not to stay in the second city, but the Lord decides to keep me in the second city until...
Next two months in Bari: I love this place! Feeling good. Learning stuff. The Spirit is keeping me going. Hey, ho, I can learn to like things that were hard. Can I stay now that I'm really enjoying this?
3 months in Ladispoli: JUST KIDDING! Sent to the Rome area and learning some great life lessons. Struggling with frustration and all the negative -ions. Thinking about how much long until I have to go home probably a bit too much.
And NOW (a month or so later): Smooth sailing. Both Sorella V. and I feel pretty healthy -- physically AND emotionally. My ingrown toenail doesn't even really hurt! Look at that! I feel much more... serene, I suppose, about the end coming. I'm not looking forward to it with too much anticipation, but I'm not dreading it. I see it as a natural, normal step. And until then, I feel like I can end my mission at a good pace, instead of exhausted and drained, as I tend to finish most projects I undertake (e.g. every edition of the Political Review).
We get transfers call this weekend. I'd love to stay here, but we'll see what's IN STORE!
Fun story! Last Pday we went to the Vatican museum -- we have a friend who works at the Vatican and offered to help us at least skip out on the lines. Maybe I'm too used to Disneyland, but I'm assuming he would just find us outside of the entrance of the museum and slip us into the FAST PASS lane.
NOT QUITE. Instead, he comes and picks us up at the station in a Vatican Mercedes. He drives us through a "secondary entrance" and gives us a tour of the city. Best part? When the guard stops us, asking if we were the guests Benedict was waiting for. Benedict meaning former Pope Benedict the number-I-can't-remember and guests meaning, is he hosting the Mormon missionaries. We had a good laugh.
I'm out of time! But trials have helped me learn patience and stuff! I'm a big fan of this mission thing. Said Paul:
And he said unto me, My agrace is sufficient for thee: for mybstrength is made perfect in cweakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may drest upon me.
2 Cor 12:9
Okay, I think I might be behind in my shoutouts, so just to catch up: Chris Lamoreux, Pallets and Brooke! Thanks for your wonderful letters!
love you all,
Sister Fuller
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