Kispest is starting to feel like a home away from home. I love serving here, and especially love serving with Arps nővér. Who knew missionary work could be so fun!? In our broken Hungarian, we share stories as we tract, we try to find ways to make people laugh as we street contact, and she's even attempting to teach me how the play the harmonica :)
Our highlight lessons of the week were with 2 young men we met on the street--Dániel near Kálvin tér and Tamás on a bus.
Dániel: Didn't grow up in a religious family but believes there is some sort of bigger power or picture for our lives. Yes! During our lesson, he asked, "So how can I find out for myself this is true??" We gave him a copy of the Book of Mormon and promised him that prayer and study will lead to an answer. I know the Spirit will testify to him this is true if he's willing to read and pray sincerely.
Tamás: basically streeted us! He started talking to Arps nővér at the busz stop and asked a few questions. During the bus ride, he moved to sit by us and kept asking questions about what we believe and how he can find the truth. Our lesson with him later in the week was a little unexpected and not very planned, so we ended up sitting on concrete steps as it drizzled rain. However, truth is truth in clouds or sunshine, and the Spirit was so strong as we shared the story of the Restoration.
I'm inspired by these 2 friends and their earnest seeking for truth. Whether they accept it today, tomorrow, or later in their lives, I know the Lord has been preparing them and will continue to guide them. I pray that they will have the courage to ask sincerely in prayer, and follow the quiet promptings to act. That's all it takes, really!
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| The first green buds of spring |
We spent most of our finding time in Csepel this week (a suburb in Budapest) streeting, knocking, studying Hungarian, and doing other online missionary efforts. Our area is an older part of Budapest and feels a little more humble. I think I'm preferring it to the bustle of big city life to be honest.
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| Dinner with the Molnár család (3 generations!) and Snow and Wilson nővérek |
On one 45 minute bus ride to Csepel, I sat by a girl my age and started a simple conversation. 45 minutes later she finally took a breath because she hadn't stopped talking! She told me all about her work, school, and family. When my stop came, I had to quickly say goodbye and jump off the bus. But this phrase came to mind: "To be a missionary is to be a friend." That day Fruzsina just needed a listening ear, not a doctrinal discussion. That's probably what most people need! I'm so grateful the Heavenly Father allowed our paths to cross.
I know this Jesus Christ's work. I'm so grateful to be a missionary right now in Hungary and know the Lord is taking care of my family!
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Love,
Emma Rae
Francis nővér













