Becoming something that i'm not

From Brussels with African love. This week I had to battle having a sickness while also just trying to work my bum off getting everywhere... It was great. We had some good success finding new amis, we found 4, and it was so cool to get to teach the restoration 4 times because every time i do i just remember how much joseph smith did for us as a prophet and how awesome it is that i can share it with people who live thousands of miles away. so crazy isn't it?

Monday we climbed our way to the top of a large cathedral in brussels, second biggest cathedral in the world, and as Elder Adams and I were looking over brussels i could only say one thing, "Look at those batiments, man i bet we could port those for days." Translation- look at those giant appartment buildings we could knock on those doors for days. Truly the missionary has sunk into me and i guess there's really nothing that i can do about it. I get a chance to look over a beautiful city and i spend my time looking for places to work, it's great. I remember when my trainer elder thomas told me that one day i would become something like this and i thought, me? no never. but i guess that's just what happens when you're comitted to doing something.

Our week got a little frustrating when our ami with the baptismal date didn't have time to meet with us but we talked to him on sunday and it was a good time. he said he'd still really like to be baptized this saturday and he knows we will have to see him twice before that can happen. He is a great guy and we have already fixed a RDV with him this thursday. I see a real change in him and that he really understands the process for repentance which is really cool. Last sunday he met with his ex wife to apologize and fix any wrong that he did when they split up. now that's real repentance.

Last night we had an interesting night that i can only name, African Night. We have an ami who is the only person in her family who isn't baptized and they love the missionaries and evidently the missionaries love them too. Them knowing that My companion was leaving they decided that we needed to have an African Night. We set up a lesson before where we taught the restoration and then we ate some Foufou which is an African delicacy. The real shocker is that after the lesson, after we'd testified of the restoration and we'd really all felt a strong spirit the girls and the mother went to change and came out in all their African apparel. We listened to gospel songs in Linghala which is the native tongue of the people in the Congo. It was so much fun to spend a night with a sweet family so African and so converted to the restored gospel.

with love

elder oliverson