 it would be downhill from there, well I am an idiot for thinking that. From that point on the Lord began to constantly challenge me. At some points I felt as if it was cruel and unusual punishment, but what I have come to find is that it was to shape and mold me into the person I NEEDED to be for him. At the MTC I started to learn Albanian. Many (especially my sister LVD) would say I still need to master the basics of English, so how was I to learn Albanian? I had never felt so inadequate, unappreciated, and worthless especially while studying with extremely smart elders and sisters. I figured out later that Heavenly Father didn’t necessarily need me to learn the language, but He needed me to learn and think in new ways and not compare myself to others. After about 9 weeks in the MTC and dozens of doctor’s appointments, gross test’s, and medicine it was decided that Albania was not going to be the mission for me. I had to make a decision: to go home or be reassigned. It was another hard decision. I could give up and go home or I could continue with what the Lord needed me to do. I waited for a week and half for my new mission call, while still learning Albanian. I had been reassigned to labor in the Rochester, New York Mission, and was to serve in the Palmyra Visitor Centers. It was a dream come true for me. In a letter to a dear friend prior to submitting my mission papers I had included this:

“So I have most of the(mission) papers filled out, I am still having doubts but at least I will fill them out and see what happens. My availability date is like December 21! I am hoping that I go to New York Visitor Center…”

This was inspired. I had been having dreams about a grove of trees ever since the idea of serving a mission had made its way into my mind. As hard as it was to abandon the thought of Albania and the love I already felt for the people, I knew it was the place for me. As I said my goodbye’s, and left for New York after 14 week’s in the MTC, I thought this is it, it’s downhill from here. Once again, I am an IDIOT! Once I got to New York, I had a few great months. I was part of the pilot mission of Facebook
it would be downhill from there, well I am an idiot for thinking that. From that point on the Lord began to constantly challenge me. At some points I feel as if it was barbarous and unusual punishment, but what I have come to witness is that it was to determine and mold me into the person I NEEDED to be for him. At the MTC I started to memorize Albanian. Many (especially my sister LVD) would state I still need to dominate the basics of English, so how was I to learn Albanian? I had never feel so inadequate, unappreciated, and worthless especially while studying with extremely chic elders and sisters. I figured out by and by that Heavenly Father did n’t necessarily need me to learn the language, but He necessitate me to learn and think in new ways and not compare myself to others. After about 9 week in the MTC and dozens of doctor ’s appointments, gross test ’s, and medicine it was decided that Albania was not going to be the mission for me. I had to make a decision: to go home or be reassigned. It was another hard decision. I could give up and function home or I could continue with what the Lord needed me to do. I expect for a week and half for my new deputation call, while however learning Albanian. I had been reassigned to undertaking in the Rochester, New York Mission, and was to serve in the Palmyra Visitor Centers. It was a dream come true for me. In a letter to a costly friend prior to submitting my mission papers I had include this: 

 “ So I get most of the(mission) newspaper filled out, I am still having doubt but at least I will fill them out and see what happens. My handiness date is like December 21! I am hoping that I become to New York Visitor Center … ” 

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 it would be downhill from therE, well I am an Idiot For ThiNkIng tHat. FRom that point on THe LoRd began to constantly chaLlengE mE. at soME pOints i felt as IF iT WAs cRuEl And UnUSuAl punIshMent, but What I have cOme To Find is that it WAs To shape and MolD me into the peRsoN I NEEDeD To bE For hiM. At The MTc I starTEd to leArn AlbaniAn. mAny (espECially mY SIsTer LvD) would say I still nEEd TO master the basiCs of EnGlISh, SO How Was i to learn AlBaNian? I HAd never FElT SO InaDEquate, unappreCiated, and woRThlEss espEcIalLY while StudyInG WitH extremely sMart Elders and SisterS. i figureD Out lateR that HEavEnlY FatHEr DiDn’t NeCEssARiLy nEEd mE to learn ThE lAnguaGe, buT hE NEedeD me To leArn anD think in new waYs aNd noT ComPare mYself To otHeRs. AftEr abouT 9 weekS iN the MTC and dozenS of dOctor’s appOinTmEntS, gRoss tESt’s, and MedIciNe it was Decided THat alBANIa Was not going to be the MiSSIoN for me. I hAd to maKE a DeCIsion: to gO hOme Or be REAssigNed. IT WaS another Hard deCIsIoN. I could GiVe up anD gO hoMe oR I couLD conTinue wIth what tHe LorD Needed me to do. I wAIted for a week aND hALF fOR my nEw mIssion call, wHile STill LearNInG AlBAnian. i had bEeN ReASsigned to labor in the roChesteR, New YOrk Mission, and Was to serve IN THe PalmyrA VisIToR centers. It was a dReam cOme true for ME. In a lettEr to a Dear frieNd prior to SUBmitting My mIssIon PapERS I Had included thIS:

“so I hAvE most of The(Mission) PapErs FilLed OuT, I am still Having doUbTs BuT aT leAst I wILl fill thEm Out AnD seE what HAppens. my avaIlabIlItY DatE is like dEcEMBer 21! I Am HoPing ThaT I Go to NEw YoRK ViSitor CeNter…”

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 it would be downhill from  there, we ll Iamanid iotforthinking that. From  that point on the Lor d beg an to c o ns tantl y chall e ng e me.  A tsom ep oi nts I  fe lt as i f it was c rue land unusualp un ishment, b utwhat I havecom e to f in d i s  that  it  wasto sha p e andmold me i nt o  the p e rson IN E ED ED t o be for him. Att he MTC I startedto lea rn Al b a nia n.Many (espe ci allym y siste r  L V D )  wo u ld say I stil l need to m a ste r theba sic s  of En glish ,s o h ow was I to  lea rn Albani an? Ih ad neve r  felt s o inad equ ate , un a pp re cia te d , a n dwor t hle ss espec ia ll y whi le s t u d y ingwit h ex treme ly smart elde rsands ist ers.I fig ured  o ut la ter th at He av enly Father did n’tnecessari lyne edme  to l e arn th e l ang uage, b ut He n e ede dm e to  learn and think i nn e wways and  not c o mp ar e  myselfto  ot hers . After  abo u t9 weeksin the MT Cand doz en s of d oc tor ’sappoi n tmen ts, gr oss test ’s, a n d medicine itw as decided th a tA l ba n ia w asnot going t o be themiss i on  fo r  me.I had  t o  m a ke a decision: to g ohome o r bereassigned. I t was anot h e r  hard de cisi o n. I could give u p and  go home o r  I could  cont inue wit h what th e Lord nee ded  me  to  do . Iwaited for aw e ek a nd  half f ormy newmis sio n c all ,while sti ll learn in gAl ba nia n. Ih ad beenre ass ig ned  to l a bor in  theRoch es te r , N ew York Mi s s ion,  a nd  was  to  s ervein t h e P almyraVisitor C ent e rs.It  w as a dr eam come true  f or me. Inalet ter to a  dear fr iend prior to submittin g  my mis sio n pap ersI had inc lud ed thi s:“So Ihave m ost o fthe ( m issio n )  p ape rs  filled ou t ,  Iam st il l ha ving do ubts but at leastI  wi ll fill themout  and s ee  wh a th app en s . M y availability da te is like  D e ce mber 21! I amho ping th at I go  to N e w YorkVisitor C enter…”
Th is w a s  in spired. Ihad been  having d r eamsa bo ut agro ve oftr ees  ever  since the  idea  of se rv ing amissi on  had mad e its way into my mind.  As ha rd as  it  was to a ban d onthe thoug ht o f Albaniaand  th e lov e I alrea dy f e lt  fo r  thepeop l e, I knew it  wa s th e place for m e . A s I s aid my goo dbye ’s, and left forN ew York after14 w e e k’s  in theMT C, I thought t his  i s it, it’s  d ownhill fro m here.On c e aga in, Iam anIDIOT!O n ce I gotto N ewYork, I h adaf ew grea tmo n ths. I  was  p art of  the p i lotm i ssion of Faceboo k
 it_would be_downhill from there, well_I am_an_idiot for_thinking_that. From that_point on the_Lord began to constantly_challenge me. At_some_points I felt as if it was cruel and unusual punishment, but what I_have_come to_find_is_that it was to shape_and mold me into the_person I_NEEDED to be for him. At the MTC_I_started to learn_Albanian. Many (especially my sister LVD) would say I_still need to master the basics_of English, so_how_was_I to learn Albanian?_I had never felt so inadequate,_unappreciated, and worthless especially while studying_with extremely smart elders and sisters. I_figured out later that Heavenly Father_didn’t necessarily need me to_learn the_language, but He needed me_to learn and_think in_new ways and_not compare myself to others. After_about 9 weeks_in the MTC and dozens of_doctor’s_appointments, gross test’s,_and_medicine_it was_decided that Albania_was_not going_to_be the mission for me. I_had_to make a decision: to go home_or be reassigned. It_was_another hard decision. I_could give up and go_home or I could continue with_what the_Lord needed_me to do. I waited for a week and half for_my new mission call, while still_learning Albanian. I had_been reassigned_to_labor in the_Rochester,_New York_Mission, and was to serve in the_Palmyra Visitor_Centers. It was a dream come_true for me. In_a_letter to a dear friend prior_to submitting my mission papers I_had included this:

“So I have_most_of_the(mission) papers filled out, I_am still having doubts but at_least I will_fill them out and see what happens._My_availability date is like December 21!_I_am hoping that I go to_New_York_Visitor Center…”

This was inspired. I_had been having dreams about a_grove of trees ever since the idea of serving_a mission had_made its way into my_mind._As_hard as it was to abandon the thought of Albania_and the_love I already_felt for the people, I knew it was the place_for me. As I said my goodbye’s,_and left for New York after 14 week’s in the MTC,_I thought this is it, it’s downhill from_here. Once again, I am an IDIOT!_Once I got to_New_York, I had a few great months._I_was_part_of the pilot_mission of Facebook