The Work

I was talking to my SIL, Carolyn, and she was telling me that after the mission it is a great idea to just print the blog up as a book.  I wanted to add a few things that EY wrote in a personal email to our family.  He said that I could share what I wanted with others--and this way it will be included in the book when all is said and done. This was my favorite portion of his letter to our family:

THIS STUFF IS HARD! Like you said, not physically, but my brain feels like mush every night and I'm getting to the point where my brain is so fried from trying to do Spanish all day that I can't even speak English. The old Americans here said you get to the point where you forget English, but still can't speak Spanish, and then you're just left grunting and using hand gestures. 

 

I think the phrase, "I can't find the words" is the most accurate for me this week. All day I can't find the words in Spanish, then at night my brain is so fried, I can't find the words in English.  Then each night as I'm on my knees with the 8 other missionaries in my room, there are no words in English or Spanish that can express how grateful I am to be trusted with this work.