Hello there!
I can not sleep so I might as well update my blog.
Thank you for following me on this journey of remembering the past and telling about my current situation. It is fun to write this blog. More fun than I would have thought, actually. Missionary work is one work I am always willing to engage in and help with. If someone wants to ask me to do something else, I can do it but not maybe always enjoy it. I always enjoy missionary work, even in the tough moments.
Talking about difficult times...
I obviously had a tougher than usual mission. But thanks to the hospital and health care in Finland and Sweden I have coped pretty well. If I would have not went on my mission I think I still would have been ill at some point in my life. I was bullied for ten years at school before my mini mission... That is enough to mess you up for life :(
The missionaries visited me last March (2022) at the hospital in Nokia (Pitkäniemi). They even brought me a pepsi max bottle, they know I like it. My lovely children. I am so grateful I started adopting them, it has made my life so bright and happy. Sometimes I get overwhelmed and start crying when some of them tell their testimony or at night when I think about all that they have done for me. I am a very emotional person lol. I am easily moved by things like music, something nice the missionaries say or something I need to tell them. Life is too short to just not say important things, like thank you and I appreciate you. If I can care this much about my adopted missionary children, REAL parents surely feel stronger still and of course our perfect Heavenly Father.
I hope to be of help to the missionaries. At my home they can be themselves and relax, we often organize my home and they help me clean and of course usually we drink one big bottle of pepsi max (those of us who do drink it). Once I gave them a "welcome to Tampere" -Swedish "princess cake" with marzipan :P It was a celebration with the new missionaries. Really nice.
The absolutely worst moment of being a missionary momma is the day they go home. Back to whatever place they came from, it is never close enough, always far away... Denmark, Germany -those are a little closer but most of the missionaries come from the United States and we even had an elder from Australia in my parents' town. So far I have been keeping best in contact with the elder from Australia and Denmark. Today (Sunday) I will call two elders in Utah though. They have made a coimeback lol.
Some missionaries are so busy that they never call me :( it is pretty awful... But the ones that call are very much appreciated by me and it eases my sorrow to see them a little while through facebook messenger. <3 The most lengthy conversations so far has been with the Australian and Danish elder.
More later! :)
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