they call me milk teeth here

sziasztok,

 

I miss you all a lot. But I love hungarians more and more everyday. all the nénis here call me milk teeth because I have white (in contrast to them) huge teeth. I swear I dont think any of them have called me by my actual name yet... Also youre reading from the new szombathely ward organist hahah. Its as bad as it sounds. I learned how to play sunday before they called me and practiced last night during game night. pedals are a challenge but like me, hungarians are pretty tone deaf as a whole so it ends up working out.

 

So many miracles this week. Our third companion left. We cleaned. and cleaned. and cleaned the  next day so that was good. I gave myself a haircut which was the worst decision I have made thusfar in my life and I have several bald spots but then again no one actually looks at me except for my milk teeth. They seriously just sit and stare at my teeth. It was uncomfortable at first but now as long as their listening to my message Im perfectly fine with it!

 

But back to the miracles... we go tracting everyday. Because to be short in writing. We have no investigators here (we were both whitewashed in). And after 4 days of getting doors shut and my teeth stared at we started to see some great miracles. One day after lots of prayers we decided to tract a pretty scary looking 10 story. I was seriously debating taking the stairs to the top when I got in the tiny communist elevator. But we got more success than Ive seen then past two weeks. 5 FAMILYS told us to come back at a specific other time and one SUPER old man (who we had to shout into her ear that was already so close it was basically touching my lips) heard our lesson and accepted a book of mormon. Hungarians have a hard time accepting book of mormons because they always think they need to pay us for them. But after we told this man lazslo for the 8th time this book was free and it was a gift he finally settled parting with us his favorite trinket coin thing that he placed in my companions pocket and it had the pope on one side and the vatican on the other haha.

 

One family we tracted into the dad answered and told us he wasnt interested but then the daughter who is 23 years old and spoke PERFECT english jumped us and begged her parents to let us come in and talk. MIRACLE! She told us last night she had come accross the prepared to serve videos by hungarian missionaries randomly last night and watched them. MIRACLE! and they talked with us for 45 minutes and accepted a Book of Mormon. miracle! (Not to mention we only got let into the building because a confused néni thought we were her grandsons) MIRACLE! Hah! God answers prayers. And im so grateful for all your prayers.

 

I did almost die twice this week when we were being fed by members-- both nénis. They got super offended when I said I was full and dished me up more and more and more and more. It was good at the start but I ate at least 5 whole potatoes both meals and left wanting to throw up and never eat again. Hungarians are great cooks and always have PLENTY of food for the missionaries. Theyre so kind.

 

Also they talk to their dogs like they are people. They talk with way more respect to their dogs then they do to us. Basically in summary-- grandma hughes should have been born in Hungary.

 

I love you all and pray for you daily. The only really frustrating thing ive noticed is member missionary work. Im pretty disappointed in myself before I left. I couldve been so much more actively involved. The missionaries cannot do it alone. And members testimonies can help strengthen investigators and members alike. Please share your testimony with others. Be a missionary. 

 

I love you all

Szeretetlek,

 

Hughes Elder

P.S pray that my stomach will be expanded when I eat with nénis hah SO. Much. FOOD