Another exciting week in Valdosta, GA! There are just so many amazing people in this world, it's wonderful. I am so lucky to work alongside so many of them. Weeks are blurring together now, so it's hard to remember when awesome events happen, but I'll do my best to relay to y'all the exciting bits. (Which is hard because all of missionary work is exciting!) Anywho, we had some great stuff happen this week. Miss B had been MIA for a couple days, but we finally got a hold of her and she was so happy to see us. She'd been having a really hard time, especially facing her addiction, but she's been staying so strong. And she was able to come to a baptism this week. She said she loved it, and really wants to be a member of our church. She's just the best, I love her so much. In my studies, I've been focusing on the Atonement and what that really means for us as individuals. I know that the Atonement of Jesus Christ has worked wonders in my own life, but it's amazing to see the Atonement work in the lives of the people that we teach. So many of them are struggling with things that I cannot even begin to imagine, and no matter what the difficulty is, the Atonement covers it. It's remarkable. The peace and happiness that this gospel brings is like no other drug, entertainment, or pass time. It is perfect.
So, we've been spending quite a lot of time at this one particular apartment complex, because we have quite a few investigators that all live there. Basically, the whole complex knows us. Especially the kids. And oh boy, are they cute. These are the same kids that ran up to me and asked if I could give them hugs because they were "so cold." Stop. Little heartbreakers, every one of them. We have one group of kids that are particularly fond of Sister Waddoups and I. And they are all under the age of 6, just to be clear. But they recognize our car, and every time we drive in, they run up to our car and H usually opens the door for one of us. We've both been asked if we could be their girlfriends, to which we told them that we could not, but we could definitely be their friends. The other day, I taught C and H how to tie their shoes. They are always trying to sneak hugs and grab our hands. They are little buggers, but they are stinkin' adorable. So if you're wondering how the love life is, I have 5 and 6 year old boys blowing kisses to our car a few times a week. Classic.
Let's talk about Miss S. She lives in the same apartments as our admirers live at, and we ran into her one day as we were leaving another appointment. We saw an old woman attempting to get out of her car/bring her groceries in, and we offered to help her. She readily agreed and told us "Follow me inside babehs, and come on in. I know y'all are gonna share the word." We followed her inside and then listened to Miss S testify on every point of essential doctrine that we teach, as well as quote scriptures to back up every point. It was awesome. She's 73, and has major health problems, but amazing faith in her Lord, Jesus Christ. We've met with her a few times now, and she's just lovely.
I would love to give you a quick snapshot of what it looks like when we're walking around the streets of Quitman (a small town to the west of Valdosta). Walking on those old streets of Quitman feels like you're on a movie set. Streets full of the most gorgeous, huge old houses with double doors and porches, and white picket fences, on double-wide streets, lined by trees that could tell some stories, which are dripping in swaying spanish moss. When the sun is filtering through those trees, it is the most beautiful thing. Makes your soul feel light and bright.
Now for an update on E and the crew. Oh goodness. I cannot even express how much I love them. We went over this week to teach them the Word of Wisdom, and they were all sitting around a fire in the back, smoking and drinking, so we thought it best to reschedule the lesson to the next day. However, when we arrived the following day, we walked in to pretty much the same situation. However, we felt like we should still teach them the lesson. So that we did. For those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about, the "Word of Wisdom" is basically a health code that Heavenly Father has asked us to keep in order to keep our bodies happy and healthy. And it is crucial because our bodies and our spirits are intertwined. The physical affects the spiritual. Anywho, we taught the lesson, and although we were afraid that they were going to be pretty upset, they all reacted very positively. A talked about how our bodies are temples, and Heavenly Father wants us to take care of these gifts that He has given us. So the lesson went surprisingly well, and there I was, thinking it couldn't get any better. I was so very wrong. All of a sudden, Miss E whips out her ELECTRIC GUITAR, plugs it into her amp, tells O to "Quick, go grab your drums!" And they start jamming. It was probably the best thing I've ever experienced. This couple, both nearly 80 years old, just killing it. And it was the good stuff too, real bluesy and jazzy and all sorts of fantastic. Everyone in the room was laughing at me because I was smiling so hard and clearly enjoying myself. They thought that it was hoot that this little white girl loved their music so much. But man, if that wasn't just the best thing ever. Afterwards, Miss E just laughed and said, "Bet ya didn't think I could do that, did ya?" She also told us that we were angels without "swings" this week. So you can't get much better than that.
This entire week, I've felt like I was on a spiritual high. I can only describe it as feeling so happy and hopeful that you feel almost outside of yourself, like you're floating. It's like no other feeling. On Friday, we had zone training in Douglas and it was mission changing for me, seriously. I had been feeling pretty disheartened with myself because I knew I could do better, be bolder. And it was all about being bold and exactly what I needed to hear. As a result, over the last few days, there have been so many more people that have decided to be baptized in our zone. We are the Tifton bold lions. We have truth, and we're here to tell everyone we meet about that truth. I mean, I lived with my Heavenly Father 21 years ago, and He knew me and loved me, just as He knows and loves me now. I don't know what you were doing 21 years ago, but I was living with GOD! If that isn't life-changing and perspective-changing, I don't know what is. Every decision I make, every action I take, is dependent upon the knowledge that I have a Heavenly Father who loves me unconditionally. And I am doing whatever I can in this life so that I can live again with Him some day. And it makes me so very happy. I love you all. Remember who you are.
Sister Szilagyi
Monday, January 20, 2014
Dirt Roads in Backwoods
Hello hello hello my dearest family and friends,
There is so much I want to talk about this week and I have hardly any time to do so... So, once again, I apologize for how disjointed this is going to be, but here it goes:
First, let's discuss the weather, shall we? 70 degress, 40 degrees, sunny, pouring, and how 'bout a tornado warning? All in one week. We are always kept on our toes, that's for sure. My favorite quote of the week was brought to you by Elder H: "We gotta go! Or else we're going to be sucked up by a tornado, and I don't want to teach the gospel in Oz!" I have a wonderful picture of the day when we were forced to stay inside for a couple hours because of a tornado warning. And driving/walking along dirt roads in backwoods Georgia after a rain storm? Akin to Mario Cart/the obstacle courses from the show "Wipe Out". Oh, and don't forget this is all being done in a skirt. Fun times are had by all. Despite the tumultuous weather, the work has been far from it. We were able to meet and teach so many fantastic people this week. Oh, and we have a change in the roommate situation! Sister W was transferred to the Augusta zone, and in her replace we gained.... drum roll please....... Sister T!!! The coolest, biggest tom boy, most hilarious, absolutely wonderful person who you will ever meet. And did I mention that she is Samoan/Tongan? Which makes her that much cooler. Because everyone just loves Polynesian missionaries, that's just a fact of life. Every night we go to bed and she tells us that she loves our faces. And let me tell you, I love hers.
Let me try to do some catching up here.. E and the crew are doing so wonderfully. Yesterday, six of them made it to church! Seeing E and O walk in in their matching red outfits (E in her red church hat and dress, and O in his red striped suit), with four others behind them? Man, I don't think I have ever been happier. Especially because Sister Waddoups and I were both speaking in church. And let me tell you, there is nothing better than standing at the pulpit and hearing E softly saying "Amen! Amen!" in response to your talk. Man, they are the best. Each time we go over to E's to teach, there are new people (recently added to the group are C and G, whose nickname is Peanut). And Peanut has the most awesome white soul patch. Wow, did I mention how much I love these people?
This week, we were able to go to the baptism of J, one of the guys the elders have been teaching. J is 23, and seriously one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Last Sunday, during testimony meeting, he got up and bore one of the most amazing, pure, testimonies I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. He talked about how he has studied every religion under the sun, and been searching for a long time, and that he's never experienced one that felt this right. He also talked about how there is opposition in all things, especially when you are trying to do the right thing. Satan does not want you to come closer to Christ, and he will do everything in his power to prevent that from happening. And wow, after his testimony, the flood gates opened. And the most amazing testimony meeting ever occurred! Everyone that got up after J talked about how the gospel of Jesus Christ, and His church, are not for perfect people. This is the place for wounded souls and the care center for the people that want to be a little better each day. It was remarkable. And the Spirit was so strong.
This week we also met L and her family. We have been able to teach them twice, and there is not a lot much cuter than little children repeating out loud the first chapter of Nephi in the Book of Mormon. The cuteness of these kids are overwhelming. It's hard because I want to kidnap them all and take them home and hug them forever... but for some reason that is not allowed.
I am so grateful for the opportunity that I have to serve the wonderful people of Southern Georgia. There is so much goodness in this world. And paraphrasing words given by our wise prophet, Thomas S. Monson: Sadness and suffering are universal, but so are happiness and joy. Instead of focusing on the sadness and suffering in the world this week, I urge you to look for the happiness and joy. I love you all. I love this gospel, and the perfect joy that is found in following Jesus Christ and His example. Oh, and smile. You are a beautiful child of God.
Sister Szilagyi
There is so much I want to talk about this week and I have hardly any time to do so... So, once again, I apologize for how disjointed this is going to be, but here it goes:
First, let's discuss the weather, shall we? 70 degress, 40 degrees, sunny, pouring, and how 'bout a tornado warning? All in one week. We are always kept on our toes, that's for sure. My favorite quote of the week was brought to you by Elder H: "We gotta go! Or else we're going to be sucked up by a tornado, and I don't want to teach the gospel in Oz!" I have a wonderful picture of the day when we were forced to stay inside for a couple hours because of a tornado warning. And driving/walking along dirt roads in backwoods Georgia after a rain storm? Akin to Mario Cart/the obstacle courses from the show "Wipe Out". Oh, and don't forget this is all being done in a skirt. Fun times are had by all. Despite the tumultuous weather, the work has been far from it. We were able to meet and teach so many fantastic people this week. Oh, and we have a change in the roommate situation! Sister W was transferred to the Augusta zone, and in her replace we gained.... drum roll please....... Sister T!!! The coolest, biggest tom boy, most hilarious, absolutely wonderful person who you will ever meet. And did I mention that she is Samoan/Tongan? Which makes her that much cooler. Because everyone just loves Polynesian missionaries, that's just a fact of life. Every night we go to bed and she tells us that she loves our faces. And let me tell you, I love hers.
Let me try to do some catching up here.. E and the crew are doing so wonderfully. Yesterday, six of them made it to church! Seeing E and O walk in in their matching red outfits (E in her red church hat and dress, and O in his red striped suit), with four others behind them? Man, I don't think I have ever been happier. Especially because Sister Waddoups and I were both speaking in church. And let me tell you, there is nothing better than standing at the pulpit and hearing E softly saying "Amen! Amen!" in response to your talk. Man, they are the best. Each time we go over to E's to teach, there are new people (recently added to the group are C and G, whose nickname is Peanut). And Peanut has the most awesome white soul patch. Wow, did I mention how much I love these people?
This week, we were able to go to the baptism of J, one of the guys the elders have been teaching. J is 23, and seriously one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Last Sunday, during testimony meeting, he got up and bore one of the most amazing, pure, testimonies I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. He talked about how he has studied every religion under the sun, and been searching for a long time, and that he's never experienced one that felt this right. He also talked about how there is opposition in all things, especially when you are trying to do the right thing. Satan does not want you to come closer to Christ, and he will do everything in his power to prevent that from happening. And wow, after his testimony, the flood gates opened. And the most amazing testimony meeting ever occurred! Everyone that got up after J talked about how the gospel of Jesus Christ, and His church, are not for perfect people. This is the place for wounded souls and the care center for the people that want to be a little better each day. It was remarkable. And the Spirit was so strong.
This week we also met L and her family. We have been able to teach them twice, and there is not a lot much cuter than little children repeating out loud the first chapter of Nephi in the Book of Mormon. The cuteness of these kids are overwhelming. It's hard because I want to kidnap them all and take them home and hug them forever... but for some reason that is not allowed.
I am so grateful for the opportunity that I have to serve the wonderful people of Southern Georgia. There is so much goodness in this world. And paraphrasing words given by our wise prophet, Thomas S. Monson: Sadness and suffering are universal, but so are happiness and joy. Instead of focusing on the sadness and suffering in the world this week, I urge you to look for the happiness and joy. I love you all. I love this gospel, and the perfect joy that is found in following Jesus Christ and His example. Oh, and smile. You are a beautiful child of God.
Sister Szilagyi
Raucous, Joyful, Inspirational
Hello my lovely family and friends. I have been thinking about how I was going to start this email, and the only thing I can say is: This week has been one of the most absolutely, positively most amazing weeks of my entire life. I cannot even hope to capture all of the blessings and miracles that happened to Valdosta, GA this week, but I'm going to do my best. I apologize in advance for any disjointedness...
Remember B, who we met outside her house and she invited us in? That woman really is a ray of sunshine. Well, it seems like every time we drive by her place, the Lord leads her outside. We have been able to meet with her and pray with her, and this week she called us and told us to visit her friend who was in the hospital. It meant a lot to us that she trusted us enough to go bring some peace to her friend that was suffering. Sister Waddoups and I actually made two trips to the hospital that day because we are also attempting to work with cancer patients as clergy who will talk to people in crisis. I'm really hoping that will work out.
We met the most amazing people this week. Descriptions follow:
After teaching and visiting with a very sweet old man with no teeth, we ran into the most interesting character. He was leaning against his house in an army jacket and clutching his walking stick. We went over to talk to him and quickly caught on that he was quite the eloquent and articulate man. He promptly began telling us his life story, which, if it is true, is the most amazing life story I have ever heard. He is an MIT graduate (he took the entry test because he went to keep his friend company), an undercover police officer, artist, photographer, journalist, IBM student, US army draft pick, Wall Street expert, and all around luckiest guy in the world. One of the most entertaining conversations I've had in my life.
This paragraph is going to be about the wonderful, amazing E. Where to begin? Miss E is a feisty 76 year-old woman, who lives in the most elaborately, knick-knacky decorated house, and is the epitome of a Christian woman. Woweewowwow. This woman takes in homeless people off the street, washes them up, cleans their clothes, feeds them (both with food and with scripture), and houses them. There a people living in every corner of that house. The only way I can describe her house is a gypsy, antique-roadshow, fake flower-covered, curtains on every door, rugs on every floor, and knick-knacks on every single surface masterpiece. There is a not a square inch of that woman's house that is not being used. When we first met E, she told us that we needed to come back later and she'd have people to talk to us. What we came back to was nothing short of a miracle. The first time we taught at Miss E's, we walked into her house and were directed to a room where there sat 7 people, arranged in chairs along every wall, waiting to be taught. What then proceeded was the most raucous, joyful, inspirational, "Praise the Lord!" lesson that I have ever had the pleasure of being in. On multiple occasions, we had people jumping up and down, raising their hands and I have never heard "Amen!", "Preach it!", and "Hallelujah!" said so many times in that short amount of time. It was wonderful. And I can see the appeal of being a Baptist preacher, I really can. I mean on more than one occasion, Sis. Waddoups and I had a man fanning our faces with a pamphlet. With all the hoopla, one would think that there would be no spirit, but in the moments of sincere testimony, I heard some of the most amazing stories. All brought about by the power of God. One man had been in jail and learned to read by reading and studying his Bible. It was a lesson never to be forgotten. And when we came back a few days later, we were nervous that this was just a one time thing. However, when we returned, we found people once again gathered in our small room (new people were there as well), with the pamphlets we had left perfectly aligned on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Anthony, one of the men we had met the week previously, was sitting with his pamphlet open, and told me that he had opened to this page because "Last week, y'all said we would be talking about the Book of Mormon. So I opened to the right page. They said that you wouldn't come, but I knew you would." What followed was a less lively, more spiritual version of the first lesson, and we were able to sit and read out of the Book of Mormon. We gave out seven Books of Mormon. And then the kicker: at the end of the lesson, Miss E essentially called everyone to repentance and told them, "These girls have been called here by God! I know that what they are saying is true. Because I am listening with my heart, and not with my ears. And if we say we are going to go to church with these young girls, we are going to go! That man up there ain't nothing to mess with!" One man started to say something off topic, and she cut him off and said, "Don't let Satan distract you! You listen here, these girls come exactly when they say we will, and when we promise to do something, we're gonna do it, you hear me?" She then quickly organized a carpool with everyone there, and come next week, you may hear about how we had 10 new visitors at church. Man, you couldn't make this stuff up. She is just the best. And two of the people, including Miss E, are preparing for baptism. So many miracles.
Another one of the amazing people we met is B. She is a recovering drug addict of 2 months, and is just recently in an apartment after being homeless for a long time. The elders found her when they were knocking and she told them that she had been waiting for missionaries to come back. She said that missionaries used to visit her neighbor all of the time, and she had wanted to meet with them as well. In the approximately 30 seconds the elders talked to her, B said she wanted to be baptized. And the elders introduced us to her the next day. Our first lesson with B went very well, and she loved everything we taught her. She said she wanted to be at church, but didn't have a ride. So she gave us her number so that we could call her when we found her a ride. We organized a ride for her, but then couldn't get a hold of her, so we decided to stop by. She said multiple times, "I knew you'd come, I knew you'd come tell me." And the following Sunday? In walked B. Sunday was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had. I have never experienced a more inspiring testimony meeting, Sunday school class, or relief society class. We could not have planned a more perfect Sunday. Every class and every word said was exactly what B needed to hear. And she absolutely loved it. At the end of church, she was hugging everyone and just so happy. This is the kind of change the gospel of Jesus Christ can have in a person's life. And this was only after one Sunday and one lesson.
My blog is named "Many Mighty Miracles" because I knew that when I was going to be out here in Southern Georgia, I would experience many. I had no idea truly how many. Or with what power. The hand of God is so evident everywhere I look. Heavenly Father is truly aware of us. Of our deepest desires, and deepest fears. He knows that we can accomplish anything through faith in Him and His son. And it is so. I have been out for six weeks. Only six weeks. And I can say to you with confidence: believe in miracles, I have already seen so many.
I love this work. I love this gospel. If it were not true, it would not so perfectly heal everyone's wounds. It would not be the perfect balm for everyone's souls. As was so perfectly said in church on Sunday, we are not a religion or church for perfect people. We are a hospital for wounded souls, and tired minds. And for those that are not quite so weary, we are a clinic to improve and grow. Everyone can be a little better. Every day we can choose to be a better version of ourselves. One iota better than the man or woman we were the day before. So this year, who do you choose to be?
Much love,
Sister Szilagyi
Remember B, who we met outside her house and she invited us in? That woman really is a ray of sunshine. Well, it seems like every time we drive by her place, the Lord leads her outside. We have been able to meet with her and pray with her, and this week she called us and told us to visit her friend who was in the hospital. It meant a lot to us that she trusted us enough to go bring some peace to her friend that was suffering. Sister Waddoups and I actually made two trips to the hospital that day because we are also attempting to work with cancer patients as clergy who will talk to people in crisis. I'm really hoping that will work out.
We met the most amazing people this week. Descriptions follow:
After teaching and visiting with a very sweet old man with no teeth, we ran into the most interesting character. He was leaning against his house in an army jacket and clutching his walking stick. We went over to talk to him and quickly caught on that he was quite the eloquent and articulate man. He promptly began telling us his life story, which, if it is true, is the most amazing life story I have ever heard. He is an MIT graduate (he took the entry test because he went to keep his friend company), an undercover police officer, artist, photographer, journalist, IBM student, US army draft pick, Wall Street expert, and all around luckiest guy in the world. One of the most entertaining conversations I've had in my life.
This paragraph is going to be about the wonderful, amazing E. Where to begin? Miss E is a feisty 76 year-old woman, who lives in the most elaborately, knick-knacky decorated house, and is the epitome of a Christian woman. Woweewowwow. This woman takes in homeless people off the street, washes them up, cleans their clothes, feeds them (both with food and with scripture), and houses them. There a people living in every corner of that house. The only way I can describe her house is a gypsy, antique-roadshow, fake flower-covered, curtains on every door, rugs on every floor, and knick-knacks on every single surface masterpiece. There is a not a square inch of that woman's house that is not being used. When we first met E, she told us that we needed to come back later and she'd have people to talk to us. What we came back to was nothing short of a miracle. The first time we taught at Miss E's, we walked into her house and were directed to a room where there sat 7 people, arranged in chairs along every wall, waiting to be taught. What then proceeded was the most raucous, joyful, inspirational, "Praise the Lord!" lesson that I have ever had the pleasure of being in. On multiple occasions, we had people jumping up and down, raising their hands and I have never heard "Amen!", "Preach it!", and "Hallelujah!" said so many times in that short amount of time. It was wonderful. And I can see the appeal of being a Baptist preacher, I really can. I mean on more than one occasion, Sis. Waddoups and I had a man fanning our faces with a pamphlet. With all the hoopla, one would think that there would be no spirit, but in the moments of sincere testimony, I heard some of the most amazing stories. All brought about by the power of God. One man had been in jail and learned to read by reading and studying his Bible. It was a lesson never to be forgotten. And when we came back a few days later, we were nervous that this was just a one time thing. However, when we returned, we found people once again gathered in our small room (new people were there as well), with the pamphlets we had left perfectly aligned on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Anthony, one of the men we had met the week previously, was sitting with his pamphlet open, and told me that he had opened to this page because "Last week, y'all said we would be talking about the Book of Mormon. So I opened to the right page. They said that you wouldn't come, but I knew you would." What followed was a less lively, more spiritual version of the first lesson, and we were able to sit and read out of the Book of Mormon. We gave out seven Books of Mormon. And then the kicker: at the end of the lesson, Miss E essentially called everyone to repentance and told them, "These girls have been called here by God! I know that what they are saying is true. Because I am listening with my heart, and not with my ears. And if we say we are going to go to church with these young girls, we are going to go! That man up there ain't nothing to mess with!" One man started to say something off topic, and she cut him off and said, "Don't let Satan distract you! You listen here, these girls come exactly when they say we will, and when we promise to do something, we're gonna do it, you hear me?" She then quickly organized a carpool with everyone there, and come next week, you may hear about how we had 10 new visitors at church. Man, you couldn't make this stuff up. She is just the best. And two of the people, including Miss E, are preparing for baptism. So many miracles.
Another one of the amazing people we met is B. She is a recovering drug addict of 2 months, and is just recently in an apartment after being homeless for a long time. The elders found her when they were knocking and she told them that she had been waiting for missionaries to come back. She said that missionaries used to visit her neighbor all of the time, and she had wanted to meet with them as well. In the approximately 30 seconds the elders talked to her, B said she wanted to be baptized. And the elders introduced us to her the next day. Our first lesson with B went very well, and she loved everything we taught her. She said she wanted to be at church, but didn't have a ride. So she gave us her number so that we could call her when we found her a ride. We organized a ride for her, but then couldn't get a hold of her, so we decided to stop by. She said multiple times, "I knew you'd come, I knew you'd come tell me." And the following Sunday? In walked B. Sunday was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had. I have never experienced a more inspiring testimony meeting, Sunday school class, or relief society class. We could not have planned a more perfect Sunday. Every class and every word said was exactly what B needed to hear. And she absolutely loved it. At the end of church, she was hugging everyone and just so happy. This is the kind of change the gospel of Jesus Christ can have in a person's life. And this was only after one Sunday and one lesson.
My blog is named "Many Mighty Miracles" because I knew that when I was going to be out here in Southern Georgia, I would experience many. I had no idea truly how many. Or with what power. The hand of God is so evident everywhere I look. Heavenly Father is truly aware of us. Of our deepest desires, and deepest fears. He knows that we can accomplish anything through faith in Him and His son. And it is so. I have been out for six weeks. Only six weeks. And I can say to you with confidence: believe in miracles, I have already seen so many.
I love this work. I love this gospel. If it were not true, it would not so perfectly heal everyone's wounds. It would not be the perfect balm for everyone's souls. As was so perfectly said in church on Sunday, we are not a religion or church for perfect people. We are a hospital for wounded souls, and tired minds. And for those that are not quite so weary, we are a clinic to improve and grow. Everyone can be a little better. Every day we can choose to be a better version of ourselves. One iota better than the man or woman we were the day before. So this year, who do you choose to be?
Much love,
Sister Szilagyi
Monday, December 30, 2013
Christmas in Georgia
"Me eating a giant rice crispy treat..."
"Elder D and Elder H (elders in our district) in their Christmas best"
"Yes, that stop sign says, 'Stop. Hammer time.'"
"We gave the elders christmas ties. From left to right: Elder H's is a child's clip on tie. Elder G's plays music. And Elder C's has dancing reindeer playing musical instruments on it. Good Will is full of treasures."
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas... and Sister Waddoups and Sister Szilagyi were terrified because they had three Christmas dinners scheduled. THREE. You'll all be glad to hear that we didn't explode, but it was a close call. It could have gone either way. This Christmas was a bit different than normal, but absolutely wonderful. Caroling was my favorite part of the season, without a doubt. Raise your hand if you wish you could sing at everyone's door all year long? Me, I just raised my hand. Anyway, we had some wonderful caroling experiences such as knocking on the door of a Presbyterian Christmas party, where they gathered all of their guests around the door and made us sing multiple songs. One adorable little old lady gave me hug and said that we had just made her night. It was magical. And we did some mini-celebrating as a district as well. We did a white elephant exchange, and I ended up with a men's XL christmas t-shirt with reindeer on it, who are drinking... root beer? Yeah, the elders didn't catch that one. It was hilarious. Fun times were had by all.
This week I was a bit of a sicko. I think they call it "The Black Plague". Just kidding, but I was slightly under the weather. However, I am on the mend now so no need to fear. Many miracles happened around this beautiful time of year and here are a few of them:
We went to visit a woman that had been visited by previous missionaries, but there was no answer. We began to walk back to the car, when I felt like we should knock on her neighbor's door. I almost ignored the feeling, but as I looked at his front door, I felt a little happy feeling in my heart, so I told Sis. Waddoups that we should knock on it. We went over, and right inside his house, sat T fixing his radio. He's a 60-something year old man, and he was sitting there behind his screen door, just working away. We knocked and as he looked up, Sis. Waddoups asked him what he was doing. That simple question was all it took for him to open up, and we spent the next 20 minutes talking about religion, his beliefs, and ours. We found out that he had visited our church with his son in the past, and we're headed back to his place this week.
Another experience happened later that evening as were trying to find streets to knock. It was about 8:00 PM and Sister Waddoups and I were plum tuckered out. We were both starting to feel sick, and knocking on random doors did not seem like our most fun activity at the moment. We drove down several streets, and finally found one that had a couple of lit houses. We stopped in front of one that was adorably decorated with a beautiful red M on the door. I said a little prayer to give me strength, and Sis. Waddoups and I approached the door. What subsequently followed was probably the best door experience that I've had. A lovely young couple answered the door and talked to us for a good while about faith, and we they told us that they were Methodist. We eventually gave them a card, with our phone number, and left. After knocking on the rest of the lit homes in the neighborhood, we were in our car, about to leave, when the man (who had made up one half of the lovely couple) came running out of his house towards us. He asked if we had some time, and could we come in and talk to them for a while? We were able to talk to them for a good long while, and hope to see them again soon.
A couple days later, we were visiting a woman from church, and as we drove into her apartment complex, we waved at a woman who was walking from her car. She waved back very excitedly and Sis Waddoups and I both looked at each other in surprise. No one waves at us that happily, it just doesn't happen. We got out of our car and she said, "Y'all from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints? I love y'all!' And then slammed her door. We were rather perplexed. So after knocking on the woman's door who we came to see, and getting no answer, we knocked on the happy waver's door. Her son answered the door and invited us right in. We were quickly introduced to N, who we found out used to attend our church. Things that N said before we left: "I cannot believe that they are sending girls out here! Ooooheeee, I just can't believe it!" And "If I find our y'all are riding bikes, I'll run down to that church with a pitchfork!" As well as "Gurl, who has been feedin' you? You need a cheeseburger." She is a wonderful soul. And she gives out candy to all of the neighborhood children. As we were leaving, we noticed that we had about 8 kids crowded around the back of our car. I told them that, "Y'all better back up, cause I want you to live!" And one little boy looked at me and said, "I know you want us to live, y'all are the Jesus Christ people!" And one boy, who looked about 5 told me that I had "pretty hur." Which was just adorable. Man, those kids plum broke my heart. They just wanted some lovin'.
As we're headed into the new year, I have been thinking about how much my own life has changed in this past year.
This Sunday, I was reminded that instead of coming up with resolutions, I should come up with real solutions. I am so grateful for this gospel for providing me with real solutions to a life that provides us with real questions and real difficulties. I love my Savior, and I love His work.
If you have a moment, I strongly suggest watching this puppy.
It's a wonderful New Year's video. You should watch it.
I love you all.
Sister Szilagyi
This week I was a bit of a sicko. I think they call it "The Black Plague". Just kidding, but I was slightly under the weather. However, I am on the mend now so no need to fear. Many miracles happened around this beautiful time of year and here are a few of them:
We went to visit a woman that had been visited by previous missionaries, but there was no answer. We began to walk back to the car, when I felt like we should knock on her neighbor's door. I almost ignored the feeling, but as I looked at his front door, I felt a little happy feeling in my heart, so I told Sis. Waddoups that we should knock on it. We went over, and right inside his house, sat T fixing his radio. He's a 60-something year old man, and he was sitting there behind his screen door, just working away. We knocked and as he looked up, Sis. Waddoups asked him what he was doing. That simple question was all it took for him to open up, and we spent the next 20 minutes talking about religion, his beliefs, and ours. We found out that he had visited our church with his son in the past, and we're headed back to his place this week.
Another experience happened later that evening as were trying to find streets to knock. It was about 8:00 PM and Sister Waddoups and I were plum tuckered out. We were both starting to feel sick, and knocking on random doors did not seem like our most fun activity at the moment. We drove down several streets, and finally found one that had a couple of lit houses. We stopped in front of one that was adorably decorated with a beautiful red M on the door. I said a little prayer to give me strength, and Sis. Waddoups and I approached the door. What subsequently followed was probably the best door experience that I've had. A lovely young couple answered the door and talked to us for a good while about faith, and we they told us that they were Methodist. We eventually gave them a card, with our phone number, and left. After knocking on the rest of the lit homes in the neighborhood, we were in our car, about to leave, when the man (who had made up one half of the lovely couple) came running out of his house towards us. He asked if we had some time, and could we come in and talk to them for a while? We were able to talk to them for a good long while, and hope to see them again soon.
A couple days later, we were visiting a woman from church, and as we drove into her apartment complex, we waved at a woman who was walking from her car. She waved back very excitedly and Sis Waddoups and I both looked at each other in surprise. No one waves at us that happily, it just doesn't happen. We got out of our car and she said, "Y'all from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints? I love y'all!' And then slammed her door. We were rather perplexed. So after knocking on the woman's door who we came to see, and getting no answer, we knocked on the happy waver's door. Her son answered the door and invited us right in. We were quickly introduced to N, who we found out used to attend our church. Things that N said before we left: "I cannot believe that they are sending girls out here! Ooooheeee, I just can't believe it!" And "If I find our y'all are riding bikes, I'll run down to that church with a pitchfork!" As well as "Gurl, who has been feedin' you? You need a cheeseburger." She is a wonderful soul. And she gives out candy to all of the neighborhood children. As we were leaving, we noticed that we had about 8 kids crowded around the back of our car. I told them that, "Y'all better back up, cause I want you to live!" And one little boy looked at me and said, "I know you want us to live, y'all are the Jesus Christ people!" And one boy, who looked about 5 told me that I had "pretty hur." Which was just adorable. Man, those kids plum broke my heart. They just wanted some lovin'.
As we're headed into the new year, I have been thinking about how much my own life has changed in this past year.
This Sunday, I was reminded that instead of coming up with resolutions, I should come up with real solutions. I am so grateful for this gospel for providing me with real solutions to a life that provides us with real questions and real difficulties. I love my Savior, and I love His work.
If you have a moment, I strongly suggest watching this puppy.
It's a wonderful New Year's video. You should watch it.
I love you all.
Sister Szilagyi
Our Infinite Potential
Merry Christmas from Southern Georgia!
Going Christmas caroling may feel ridiculous when it is 75 degrees outside, but if it keeps people from slamming the door on you, I'm all for it! This week, we've been Christmas caroling almost every day with the other sisters and elders and let me tell you, I'm having the time of my life. If I could sing on every door step, I would. So much better than talking, even though y'all know that I like that too.
All in all, this week has been an extremely merry one. Maybe it's the Christmas spirit, but we've been able to talk to so many amazing people this week.
Wonderful moments from this week:
-We were invited to a Christmas party at my very favorite house in Valdosta (I was so happy. We had knocked there once before and I remember thinking: "This is my dream house." And we actually got to go inside and meet so many kind people.)
-After teaching one lesson with A's cousin, B, she told us that she wanted to be baptized! We're so excited for B. And it'll be on Jan 1st, on her Grandpa's birthday. Can't think of a better way to start the new year.
-We were caroling this week at M's home (one of the member's who has had a stroke) and as we were outside, a few people passed us on the street and we didn't think much of it. Later that afternoon, as we were visiting some people, we stopped by a ladies' house who wasn't home. As we were getting out of the car, we noticed a woman walking out of her house. We almost didn't talk to her, but we decided to take the opportunity to speak with her. By the way, we call these encounters referrals from the Lord :) Anyway, we said hello and she recognized us. She had been one of the people that had passed us as were singing at M's. She said that she had locked herself out of her house, and was walking to a friend's when she passed us. As she walked by, she wondered why we had never stopped at her place and she hoped that she would. And there we were, standing in her front yard, and she was so happy to see us. We told her what church we were from and she told us her daughter is Mormon. She invited us inside and we found out that she had been to church with her daughter multiple times, and when we asked her if she had enjoyed it, she looked at me and said, "Did I enjoy it?? Did I ever!" She then asked us what time we were stopping by next to come study with her, and as we were about to leave, asked us to say a prayer with her. For all of those unaware, she basically walked us through every single step that we as missionaries try to include in a lesson. She's amazing. And the Lord perfectly prepared her, as well as us. When we covenant with the Lord that we will be at a certain place at a certain time, He is able to place people into our paths that we are supposed to meet. How grateful I am for His power in orchestrating His kingdom. This theme of meeting people at the perfect time happened again and again this week. We went to multiple people's houses looking for them, and instead met people that we were able to share the gospel with.
-One of my favorite moments from this week happened when we went over to the C's. I can't remember if I've mentioned them before, but they are an amazing family from Guatemala. The gang includes: Bro and Sis C, E (21), S (12), A (10), and Leo (24 in human years). Leo is an adorable basset hound. Their niece, E.D., was taught all of the lessons with previous missionaries, but she only speaks Spanish and she did not understand most of what they taught. So we decided to start from the beginning, and have Bro C translate. Never have I ever wanted to speak Spanish more than that lesson (I'm still bitter at you Mom and Dad who both speak Spanish!). Anywho, we taught the restoration and it went perfectly. At the end, I felt inspired to ask E.D. if she has already prayed about what we had been teaching her and she nodded and said, "Si." I asked her if she had received an answer to her prayers, and she told us that she had. It was when her new baby boy had been blessed. She said that in that moment, she knew that this was Christ's true church and the Book of Mormon was true. She is going to be baptized on the 11th of January. During our lesson, Sister C came and sat at the table. When we were talking about baptism, she told us her conversion story. It was beautiful. She was raised Catholic, and had known that her religion was the truth. However, she explained that she had never felt the Spirit, and didn't know what people were talking about when they said that they were "feeling" something at church. It wasn't until she went to her cousin's baptism that she felt something. As her cousin was getting into the water, she said she felt very warm and she began to cry. She said it scared her, and she didn't know what was going on. She kept crying, and finally gained enough composure to call the missionaries. When they answered, she asked if she could be baptized the next day. Their family is so wonderful. The spirit was so strong sitting at that dinner table that day.
As Christmas is approaching, I am continually reminded of the beauty of His atonement. And the beauty of seeing our brothers and sisters through His eyes. Through faith in Him and through accessing His atonement, we can accomplish anything. We can become better mothers, better fathers, better sisters, better brothers, better daughters, and better sons. Our Heavenly Father sees our infinite potential. And through faith in Him and His son, we can live up to that potential.
I'll leave you with a final thought that I had about faith this week: Why do we believe and accept the principle of gravity so readily, and not faith? We cannot see gravity, we see it's effects. We cannot see faith, we see it's effects. Why, then, does one principle or law carry more validity than the other? I urge y'all this week to look for the effects of faith this week. Look for the beautiful moments and beautiful people that God has placed into our lives. And notice how He is perfectly aware of your needs, your wants, and your heart. Take a moment to explore your own faith. And if you want to take a moment and explore mine, please visit www.mormon.org. And please don't hesitate to write to me and ask me any questions you have.
I love my Savior. And I love His gospel. Thank y'all for all of the good that you do, and the faith you possess. My prayers are with you always.
-Sister Szilagyi
Going Christmas caroling may feel ridiculous when it is 75 degrees outside, but if it keeps people from slamming the door on you, I'm all for it! This week, we've been Christmas caroling almost every day with the other sisters and elders and let me tell you, I'm having the time of my life. If I could sing on every door step, I would. So much better than talking, even though y'all know that I like that too.
All in all, this week has been an extremely merry one. Maybe it's the Christmas spirit, but we've been able to talk to so many amazing people this week.
Wonderful moments from this week:
-We were invited to a Christmas party at my very favorite house in Valdosta (I was so happy. We had knocked there once before and I remember thinking: "This is my dream house." And we actually got to go inside and meet so many kind people.)
-After teaching one lesson with A's cousin, B, she told us that she wanted to be baptized! We're so excited for B. And it'll be on Jan 1st, on her Grandpa's birthday. Can't think of a better way to start the new year.
-We were caroling this week at M's home (one of the member's who has had a stroke) and as we were outside, a few people passed us on the street and we didn't think much of it. Later that afternoon, as we were visiting some people, we stopped by a ladies' house who wasn't home. As we were getting out of the car, we noticed a woman walking out of her house. We almost didn't talk to her, but we decided to take the opportunity to speak with her. By the way, we call these encounters referrals from the Lord :) Anyway, we said hello and she recognized us. She had been one of the people that had passed us as were singing at M's. She said that she had locked herself out of her house, and was walking to a friend's when she passed us. As she walked by, she wondered why we had never stopped at her place and she hoped that she would. And there we were, standing in her front yard, and she was so happy to see us. We told her what church we were from and she told us her daughter is Mormon. She invited us inside and we found out that she had been to church with her daughter multiple times, and when we asked her if she had enjoyed it, she looked at me and said, "Did I enjoy it?? Did I ever!" She then asked us what time we were stopping by next to come study with her, and as we were about to leave, asked us to say a prayer with her. For all of those unaware, she basically walked us through every single step that we as missionaries try to include in a lesson. She's amazing. And the Lord perfectly prepared her, as well as us. When we covenant with the Lord that we will be at a certain place at a certain time, He is able to place people into our paths that we are supposed to meet. How grateful I am for His power in orchestrating His kingdom. This theme of meeting people at the perfect time happened again and again this week. We went to multiple people's houses looking for them, and instead met people that we were able to share the gospel with.
-One of my favorite moments from this week happened when we went over to the C's. I can't remember if I've mentioned them before, but they are an amazing family from Guatemala. The gang includes: Bro and Sis C, E (21), S (12), A (10), and Leo (24 in human years). Leo is an adorable basset hound. Their niece, E.D., was taught all of the lessons with previous missionaries, but she only speaks Spanish and she did not understand most of what they taught. So we decided to start from the beginning, and have Bro C translate. Never have I ever wanted to speak Spanish more than that lesson (I'm still bitter at you Mom and Dad who both speak Spanish!). Anywho, we taught the restoration and it went perfectly. At the end, I felt inspired to ask E.D. if she has already prayed about what we had been teaching her and she nodded and said, "Si." I asked her if she had received an answer to her prayers, and she told us that she had. It was when her new baby boy had been blessed. She said that in that moment, she knew that this was Christ's true church and the Book of Mormon was true. She is going to be baptized on the 11th of January. During our lesson, Sister C came and sat at the table. When we were talking about baptism, she told us her conversion story. It was beautiful. She was raised Catholic, and had known that her religion was the truth. However, she explained that she had never felt the Spirit, and didn't know what people were talking about when they said that they were "feeling" something at church. It wasn't until she went to her cousin's baptism that she felt something. As her cousin was getting into the water, she said she felt very warm and she began to cry. She said it scared her, and she didn't know what was going on. She kept crying, and finally gained enough composure to call the missionaries. When they answered, she asked if she could be baptized the next day. Their family is so wonderful. The spirit was so strong sitting at that dinner table that day.
As Christmas is approaching, I am continually reminded of the beauty of His atonement. And the beauty of seeing our brothers and sisters through His eyes. Through faith in Him and through accessing His atonement, we can accomplish anything. We can become better mothers, better fathers, better sisters, better brothers, better daughters, and better sons. Our Heavenly Father sees our infinite potential. And through faith in Him and His son, we can live up to that potential.
I'll leave you with a final thought that I had about faith this week: Why do we believe and accept the principle of gravity so readily, and not faith? We cannot see gravity, we see it's effects. We cannot see faith, we see it's effects. Why, then, does one principle or law carry more validity than the other? I urge y'all this week to look for the effects of faith this week. Look for the beautiful moments and beautiful people that God has placed into our lives. And notice how He is perfectly aware of your needs, your wants, and your heart. Take a moment to explore your own faith. And if you want to take a moment and explore mine, please visit www.mormon.org. And please don't hesitate to write to me and ask me any questions you have.
I love my Savior. And I love His gospel. Thank y'all for all of the good that you do, and the faith you possess. My prayers are with you always.
-Sister Szilagyi
Sunday, December 22, 2013
So Very Very Sweet
Well, it's official. I am finally old enough that I actually forgot my own birthday. I never understood how people could just "forget" their birthdays, but now I get it. It wasn't until Sister W told me "Happy Birthday!" in the morning, that I actually remembered. And for most of the day, I kept forgetting. I've felt so loved this week though. Sister W made me delicious mint brownies, Sister R (the ward relief society president) gave me a beautiful basket full of goodies, and Elder H and Elder C baked me brownies and gave me a wonderful apple cinnamon candle with a bow tied around (courtesy of Elder H). In his words: "It was just so pretty!" I love those guys. They are just the best.
A super special thank you to all of the amazing people that sent me cards/packages: the Tryon's: Thank you so much for thinking of me! And thank you for your letters! The Burnham's: I love you two so much, and I'm waiting until Christmas to look inside the stocking. The Shield's: I loved your package so much. And my companion is making me wait until Christmas to look up the scriptures and open the presents, you guys are so wonderful! THANK YOU THANK YOU
This week was plum full of excitement. I have been praying for more opportunities to meet/talk to people. And for all of you who are unaware, be careful what you pray for, because Heavenly Father answers your prayers. I was able to experience many mighty miracles this week. On the way home from a baptism, a man was parked just inside the church parking lot because his car had broken down. The elders stopped to help him, and after talking with him for approximately 2 minutes, he wanted to be baptized. 2 minutes. Broken down in the church parking lot. Baptism. Wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
Some of the excitement includes: our car battery dying, which caused us to meet a lovely older man in his truck who gave us a jump. Locking our keys inside of the apartment with no phone, no bags, nothing, which caused us to meet the less active members who live above the elders and who lovingly gave us a ride to the church. And having our phone fall into a smoothie. Let me explain. We were driving, and I had set the phone on top of the middle arm rest. The car in front of us did some erratic movement, and Sis Waddoups made a sudden stop. Well that brand new phone slid right off into a cup of smoothie that was our breakfast. Just perfectly, plop. Struggles. It stopped working for a while, but after being put in rice and numerous prayers, it was fixed! A true Christmas miracle! And we are known as "the Smoothie Sisters." Yepp...
We've also been going Christmas caroling with the other elders and sisters... Have I mentioned how much I love dollar stores? That is where we acquired our festive accessories. And everyone loves a group of people singing them happy Christmas songs!
On Thursday, we were teaching the at the R's and E (A's younger sister) was there as well. As we were reviewing the Restoration lesson that E had missed, one of her cousins (who is 7, who had been at the first lesson asked if she could teach help teach. She had been pretty quiet and reserved when we were first teaching her, and I hadn't been sure how much she was understanding. However, during the lesson, she turned to me and said, "Remember how you told me that all of the people I meet are my brothers and sisters? Well I told that to my friends at school. I told them that we were all brothers and sisters." And throughout the lesson, she kept chiming in and repeating things I had said in that first lesson, word for word. I was struck by how much our simple lesson had affected her. And E wants to get baptized. How wonderful is that? Sitting at that kitchen table, surrounded by 5 young girls and Grandma R, all paying close attention to our words, I felt so amazingly blessed for the opportunity to teach simple truths and to be a missionary. There is no greater feeling than that, I assure you. Sweet is the work. So very very sweet.
And for a final thought: On Sunday, one of our lessons was all about Christ and the timeline of His life. Sometimes I feel a bit discouraged and upset with my own performance/success as a missionary. And I was struck with an overwhelming thought. Christ, the perfect teacher, faced an enormous amount of persecution and rejection. Who am I to believe that I deserve any better than He? Who am I to assume that the same wouldn't happen to me, one so much more inferior in every aspect. Even with His perfection, people have their agency. And what a difficult and beautiful part of the plan it is.
In the words of M. Russell Ballard: "Trust the Lord. He is the good shepherd. He knows His sheep. And His sheep know His voice." I love you all. Have a blessed and happy holiday season.
A super special thank you to all of the amazing people that sent me cards/packages: the Tryon's: Thank you so much for thinking of me! And thank you for your letters! The Burnham's: I love you two so much, and I'm waiting until Christmas to look inside the stocking. The Shield's: I loved your package so much. And my companion is making me wait until Christmas to look up the scriptures and open the presents, you guys are so wonderful! THANK YOU THANK YOU
This week was plum full of excitement. I have been praying for more opportunities to meet/talk to people. And for all of you who are unaware, be careful what you pray for, because Heavenly Father answers your prayers. I was able to experience many mighty miracles this week. On the way home from a baptism, a man was parked just inside the church parking lot because his car had broken down. The elders stopped to help him, and after talking with him for approximately 2 minutes, he wanted to be baptized. 2 minutes. Broken down in the church parking lot. Baptism. Wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
Some of the excitement includes: our car battery dying, which caused us to meet a lovely older man in his truck who gave us a jump. Locking our keys inside of the apartment with no phone, no bags, nothing, which caused us to meet the less active members who live above the elders and who lovingly gave us a ride to the church. And having our phone fall into a smoothie. Let me explain. We were driving, and I had set the phone on top of the middle arm rest. The car in front of us did some erratic movement, and Sis Waddoups made a sudden stop. Well that brand new phone slid right off into a cup of smoothie that was our breakfast. Just perfectly, plop. Struggles. It stopped working for a while, but after being put in rice and numerous prayers, it was fixed! A true Christmas miracle! And we are known as "the Smoothie Sisters." Yepp...
We've also been going Christmas caroling with the other elders and sisters... Have I mentioned how much I love dollar stores? That is where we acquired our festive accessories. And everyone loves a group of people singing them happy Christmas songs!
On Thursday, we were teaching the at the R's and E (A's younger sister) was there as well. As we were reviewing the Restoration lesson that E had missed, one of her cousins (who is 7, who had been at the first lesson asked if she could teach help teach. She had been pretty quiet and reserved when we were first teaching her, and I hadn't been sure how much she was understanding. However, during the lesson, she turned to me and said, "Remember how you told me that all of the people I meet are my brothers and sisters? Well I told that to my friends at school. I told them that we were all brothers and sisters." And throughout the lesson, she kept chiming in and repeating things I had said in that first lesson, word for word. I was struck by how much our simple lesson had affected her. And E wants to get baptized. How wonderful is that? Sitting at that kitchen table, surrounded by 5 young girls and Grandma R, all paying close attention to our words, I felt so amazingly blessed for the opportunity to teach simple truths and to be a missionary. There is no greater feeling than that, I assure you. Sweet is the work. So very very sweet.
And for a final thought: On Sunday, one of our lessons was all about Christ and the timeline of His life. Sometimes I feel a bit discouraged and upset with my own performance/success as a missionary. And I was struck with an overwhelming thought. Christ, the perfect teacher, faced an enormous amount of persecution and rejection. Who am I to believe that I deserve any better than He? Who am I to assume that the same wouldn't happen to me, one so much more inferior in every aspect. Even with His perfection, people have their agency. And what a difficult and beautiful part of the plan it is.
In the words of M. Russell Ballard: "Trust the Lord. He is the good shepherd. He knows His sheep. And His sheep know His voice." I love you all. Have a blessed and happy holiday season.
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