First week in Marshall was good, but it’s definitely not Paris. I’m super excited and grateful to be in a Spanish area but I miss Paris like crazy. I knew I’d miss it but I never thought it could be this bad. Paris kinda became my home and leaving it and all the members and people I was teaching has been super hard. I hated having to say goodbye on Monday night. I cried so much and it made me so sad. I know I’ll adjust to my new ward and find ways to like it but I don’t think any other areas I’ll serve will be like Paris. As far as the mission goes, Paris will always be home.
It’s definitely weird being in a Spanish area because we live with the other Marshall elders so they have the same area as us but we just teach all the people that speak Spanish. It’s just really weird. Like going out and street contacting, if you can tell they speak English we don’t really talk to them. It’s just a very different dynamic. Then Thursday night bishop called and asked me to speak… I definitely wasn’t expecting to speak my first Sunday here but oh well. It was anything grand but I just talked about conference and sacrifices and stuff. I was pretty stressed out about it but it was fine.
We had this super cool lesson this week. We stopped by someone who had been taught previously but couldn’t get in contact with. So we stopped there and they told us it was a miracle that we caught them because they’re super busy and never home. But they wanted to start coming to church and didn’t know which one to join. We had a cool lesson and they said they’d come to church this week. Their son Izac doesn’t know a lot of Spanish so they were just gonna come to the English ward. But they were excited about primary and stuff when we explained it to them.
The Spanish is coming along. Its terrible and I can’t really say anything, but I can at least understand most of what they’re saying. I sure have a long ways to go but I know I just need to speak more and stuff harder.
Not much happened this week but I’m grateful for all of the thoughts prayers and emails that I’ve received this week. It makes my day to read an email or even know that somebody is thinking about me. Being in a new area I feel pretty alone and nobody knows me, so when I get an email or anything like that it makes me feel like people actually care about me. Thanks again for everything y’all do for me. Muchos Besos! And remember, God is good all the time, and all the time, God is good!
Love Elder Grubbs
