A few weeks ago, I wrote about a “baptism by immersion” of the Spanish language. I now know that that was only the beginning. This last week, I’ve been with Élder Felix, from Chile. He speaks no English. And no one in my district, and none of my teachers speak English either. It is hard, but it has helped so much to speak Spanish almost all of the time. If week 1 was like baptism, weeks 5-6 have been diving in, head first.
Over the course of my stay here at the CCM, I’ve learned a lot about the work of the Lord in the Mission field. On Tuesday, I’m flying north to my Mission Field ¨El Campo¨ where I’ll begin in earnest to live the work of the Lord. Living, eating, breathing, sleeping, missionary work. I’m learning to need the Holy Ghost with me like I need to breathe, because without the Spirit, my breathing doesn’t do anything to progress the work.
I love the words in Doctrine and Covenants 31:3
“Lift up your heart and rejoice, for the hour of your mission is come; and your tongue shall be loosed, and you shall bring glad tidings of great joy unto this generation.”
Translation: It’s time to dive in. To Spanish, to the culture, to the work of God.
Yo necesito a crecer agallas.
Because I´m not coming up for air anytime soon.
And I can´t wait.