This was an interesting time for me. It was like a tug of war on my soul. It was exciting to be a Spanish missionary; or at least the thought of becoming one. I went through a lot of highs and lows in the process of switching from English to Spanish.
Mission
I served in the New York, New York South Mission. I’ve been transcribing my journals. I’ve tried to be sensitive to some issues and there by omitted some content.
NYNYS Mission Oct 21, 1995
Oct 21, 1995
Wow, crazy day. We had a baptism this morning. After the baptism, we looked outside. It was a wall of water All the streets were flooded, and we had to run home in it puddles a foot deep
NYNYS Mission Oct 27 – Nov 9, 1995
Oct 27, 1995
Wow, I’m in Flatbush now. When I came to Zone Conference I didn’t expect to come back, but I’m here. I don’t know why, but I still feel bad, like I made a wrong decision, kick against the pricks.
NYNYS Mission Nov 10-15, 1995
Nov 10, 1995
What? I’m back in Bushwick.
NYNYS Mission Nov 18, 1995
Nov 18, 1995
“I did want to talk a little bit about my Spanish. I’m very bad at it. I really on God so much for help and for Him to put the message in people’s hearts because I can’t speak it. I’m continually praying for strength and support. I’m studying so hard. As much as I can bare. He is helping. It’s coming slowly.”
NYNYS Mission Nov 26 – Dec 3 1995
Nov 26, 1995
Boy, we had good things going but no baptisms. Suck. We fasted for 40 baptisms today and nobody could keep their fast.
NYNYS Mission Jan 3-5, 1996
Jan 3, 1996
I’m trying my best to straighten out my thoughts.
NYNYS Mission Jan 15-29, 1996
Jan 15, 1996
Today we baptized Pablo… I’m sick of my comp calling me gump.
[I get it, I fried a few brain cells, I talk like a burnout, it’s not necessary]
NYNYS Mission Feb 5-13, 1996
Feb 5, 1996 (Monday)
Sunday was cool. I got up and bore my testimony. I thought I was brave, heavenly father did good helping me. So, we were out trackting and a lady let us in; a Jehovah’s Witness.
NYNYS Mission Feb 14-16, 1996
Feb 15, 1996 (Tuesday)
At transferred yesterday Bailey said 3 zones had requested me to be in them. I don’t know why. I’m an outcast, a wallflower, it seems too weird. Bailey was wondering what I was up to. I didn’t do anything. Maybe God just wants me to have a little joy in my life. I feel noticed and loved.