Well, so much for the bigger desks and rooms acquired at the last transfer . . . My companion and I got a full scale whitewash (when both companions leave an area simultaneously to move together to a new area. Needless to say, full whitewashes are rare). Nevertheless, I was still eager to leave the house a much better place than when I came, so I used a lot more hours tweaking, cleaning, chucking, organizing and re-arranging, so that the Ballerup House was easy and enjoyable to move into for the six new elders coming to live there. It felt good to get it done as there was a lot of stuff that needed taking care of in there.
Today we were up against the inherent logistics problem of stuffing four elders with all of our luggage into a small car and driving down to the Copenhagen Central Train Station. I had to sit on Elder Faylor's lap in a an awkward and not especially comfortable position. The blood circulation in my right leg considered the situation beyond its job description and simply gave up on the task, leaving my leg in a cramp of uselessness all while I had no real choice in the matter.
A good half hour later we stepped out of the car (well, tried is more like it) and had to use the next five long minutes trying to get blood and feeling back into our legs. I could not feel a thing in my leg and couldn´t tell the difference if I was stepping wrong or even where my foot was pointing. All Elder Faylor and I could do was have a good laugh at this comical situation since we couldn´t balance or walk at all. We were leaning against the car, laughing at each others reactions and the fuzziness in our legs. It was all in all funny . . . but not recommendable.
All discomforts aside, the new apartment is well worth the transfer hassle. It has been crowned the nicest apartment in the whole Danish mission (it´s roomy too). However, at first glance it doesn´t quite seem that missionaries have been treating it accordingly. Oh vei!
In the days leading up to our transfer, we were very busy packing in as many appointments as possible in an attempt to say goodbye to our most prized people in our area. A particularly wonderful family in our area have been going through some tough times. We had a nice cozy little eating arrangement outside on the grass, and before we left as we gave a message as always. My companion had a short message since we really did have to leave, then he snug in a short little comment in about Family Home Evenings and its importance, but didn't say much more than that. Although unplanned that became my cue and I began to talk about setting goals and plans as a family and how they as a family could set goals together. When stressed with problems often the softer, gentler and more beautiful feelings can disappear, overpowered by the much louder obstacles and challenges that life is so full of. Standing together and looking out for each other we are stronger when facing problems and while improving our family relations we remember our love for each other. I couldn't help thinking: "How in the world did I get into talking directly and bluntly about specific things in their family life to be improved upon (It is not as is we don't all have things in need of improvement)?” But, in spite of what could seem like a lack of manners on my part I have a great love for these wonderful people and that must have shown through together with a caring message. Needless to say, I had not planned this. I have however, been praying for directions on how to help this family. In my heart I knew of their needs although I didn't feel capable of sharing my feelings without causing more hurt than good. Suddenly, here was a window of opportunity and I was given just what I needed to say. Fully aware that for that a moment I was merely an instrument in God's hands, I was still really wondering how that whole thing happened afterwards. I had prayed and recognized that this was outside of ”Elder Idon'tthinkaboutwhatidosometimes's” own reach and because of God's love for these people I received the help I needed for that given situation. Wonderful how stuff that seems beyond all logic can fit together so nicely with God's help.
We also had a goodbye visit with a woman we've praying for who has gone inactive over the years with the conclusion that faith is a matter of psychological illusions. This time around something special happened . . . . and I am not quite sure how to explain it? I think it started with my companion saying "That's just the way it is" about something, with my singing response "Things will be never be the same" (a song I know and like). He didn't know were that was from, and I did a short explanation about the song, without getting too much into detail. That got us talking about music and how it influences us, and then something came up about Helaman, and then she just started humming the primary song "Army of Helaman," I started to sing along and then my companion joined in. She hasn't been in church for something like ten years and she still remembered it! The spirit was so strong, and before we went home we had a little part of "Gud vær med dig til vi ses igen (God be with you 'til we meet again)." It was really special, and she was really happy for that particular visit. I can't help wondering if she realized that it really was the spirit making it so special (I should have pointed it out), but it was a real fantastic evening. Good food too! Talking about food, we need to go shopping now and I must finish this off..
Take care y'all! I hope that stuff is going OK for you guys! I know that our Father in heaven loves us so tremendously much, and I know that we don't just experience things by chance. God does not play dice with the universe. We do not receive trials or burdens because God is after us, but rather because we are strong enough to attract the devils attention (well, sometimes we make decisions that has unintentionally burdensome consequences, but that's how we learn and another story). Our Heavenly father loves us, and he allows trials to come to us, not so that we can become discouraged, sit down and give up, but rather that we may humbly seek His guidance and strength so needed to continue the fight. Mother Theresa once said something like this "I know that God doesn't give us more to deal with than we can handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much." Our Father in heaven knows our strengths and our weaknesses, and what we experience is accordingly tailored to help us stretch and reach our full potential. Anyway, gotta go.
I love you all!!! Adieu
Elder "Idon'tthinkaboutwhatidosometimes" Jepsen