Tue, Jan 22, 2013
Well here I
am, writing my last weekly email in the MTC. At the beginning of my stay here
at the MTC, I would have told you that this day would never come. Now looking
back at my more than 70 something days here, I can honestly say that my time
here went by way too fast! Alrighty, I would say that the single most exciting
thing/news that we got this week were our travel plans! Being the district
leader means that it is my duty to get the mail, so when I went back there and
saw our travel plans I got so excited that I ran out of the mail room with the
glad tidings, without remembering to grab the mail in the first place! Once the
district realized this, I was swiftly sent back to retrieve the flight plans
along with the other mail.
It's all
becoming so real! It’s not a dream anymore! The fact that I will be waking up,
walking around, riding bikes and preaching the gospel in 2 other languages will
be coming to life within the next week!!! Quick note so that I don’t forget, I
will be getting 2 Burnese mountain dogs when I get home. I will name one
Chamberlin and the other shall be called Good Sir. That is all I have to say on
that subject. Yeth. I have prepared a box full of a few things that I won’t need
on my mission. Do not be frightened when you open it up and see my temple bag.
We were asked by the mission pres. not to bring it. All that I was asked to
bring was my white pants, socks and tie. The rest must be sent home. The rest
of the stuff is just things weren’t completely necessary for me, oh and the
shirts are one size bigger than what I thought would fit you, so you can wash
them and they shrink.
Every time
I sit at this computer, I get the chance to remember all of the amazing things
that have happened to me here. The changes I have gone through and it just testifies
to me that I really am where I am supposed to be in life right now. Just 3 days
ago I had an awesome experience with one of the Elders here who is struggling.
Elder Glibbyblob hasn’t really gotten a huge grasp on the language for a few
reasons, so I took it upon myself to help him as much as I possibly could.
Through ministering to him we have grown really close, now he is a straight up
cowboy from Montana, that comes with all the typical cowboy feelings of "I
don't need anyone’s help," "don’t trust anyone but yourself,"
and "never show emotion." Now the awesome thing is, he has let me get
close enough to him, to know what is really going on. And he was actually
thinking on transferring missions because of the language issue and because he wasn’t
ever really that excited to go to Tahiti. He wanted to go to Texas
instead....Phunny cowboy...
So, a few
days before he and I had a heart to heart talk, I was sitting in class when
Elder Clark asked a question in language study time. "Where does one
belong?" was what he said. For some reason when he said that, I had a
strong feeling to write that Phrase down. Not only that, but I had an even
stronger feeling to turn that Phrase into a poem. I had no idea why at the
time, why I was writing this poem. So I finished the poem which was about two
pages long, talking about when I come home, will I have something to return to.
When I come home, will the difference I made, be easy to see. It talks about
trials and the fact that were never alone. It goes along those lines and ends
up saying that I’ve known all along where my home is, and where I belong, it’s
wherever the Lord sends me. Stuff like that. So after I finished the poem I
folded it up and put it in my scriptures and thought nothing more of it. A few
days later when I was talking to elder Glibbyglob, we were talking about his
life before the mission and all the struggles and lack of support he had on
this decision to come out here. While I was sitting there listening he stopped
talking and then out of nowhere says, "where does one belong," My
eyes shot wide open, as he continued to talk, it was as if he was reciting my
poem that I wrote a few days ago that I didn’t even show anyone!!
So I got
the strongest feeling that I had to share it with him. So I told him to wait a
second and I hurried and grabbed my scriptures and got the poem out for him. I
told him to read it out loud to me and we both sat there, being dowsed by the
spirit as he read this poem, that I know now, was written about and for him. It
supported almost every single one of his concerns and after he finished reading
it he sat there for a second and we both couldn’t really say much. I offered
him the poem and he declined saying, "Frame that and hang it here in the
MTC to help all the other kids with the same problem." I didn’t do that,
but I did hide it in his scriptures while he wasn’t looking, so that he could
have it for support. Because I know without a doubt in my mind that that poem,
which I had no idea at the time why I was writing it, was a prompting by the Holy
Spirit. That poem was meant for that elder. I don’t think I have ever felt the
spirit that strong here at the MTC!
It makes me
so happy to know that God knows me and the other Elders personally, and he
cares about us individually, enough to fix this "small," issue for
that Elder. I love my mission so much, and I know that this is the 1st of
countless experiences that I will have in these next two years. This church is
true!! I love you all so much and can’t wait to talk to some of you Monday (anytime
from 12:45-5 but more likely around 12:45!) I’m so excited to finally be going
to Tahiti, I can’t wait to bring them the Paradise that some of them don’t
have, which is the gospel! I can’t wait to speak in only French or Tahitian the
next 2 years. I can’t wait to serve!! I love you all so much and the next time
I will send you an email, will be in Tahiti, Wooh!! Gotta go change my laundry
now. Stay safe!
Orometua Fyffe
Orometua Fyffe
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