All the missionaries left this week to go to Denmark or else their reassignments. Me and Elder Huffaker are the only ones left. We joke that we're in MTC survivor and now that we finally made it to the final day one of us is going to get voted off.
It'll be me.
Huffaker hurt his leg running and has to stay for physical therapy (which is a joke, more on that later) and I ship off to DC (!) tomorrow morning at2am (boo).
I thought that this week was going to be insanely boring but it has been one of the most exciting weeks I've had at the MTC. First of all, the temple re-opened and I got to go for my second time. That was neat. Then, immediately after getting back we walk over to the Marriott center...
and Richard G. Scott was the speaker!
It was incredible. He talked a lot about prayer and how to receive answers for the prayers we give if we pray in the right way. I felt the spirit stronger than I ever have and he gave all the foreign language missionaries an Apostolic blessing to receive the gift of tongues according to our individual faith. I don't know if I'm imagining things, but I feel like my Danish improved more this extra week than any one of the other weeks. The new Danish missionaries thought we were fluent (hahahahahahhahaha.... no) and for the entire first day we only spoke Danish in front of them. It was entertaining.
Few days later I said goodbye to five other friends as they headed off to Chicago. Sad and awesome at the same time.
Then me and AEldster Huffaker and Carmack where doing laundry when we bump into a janitor who is from Denmark, she grew up in the USA since she was around 5 but she still speaks fluent Danish! It was sooo cool to get to use our Danish with a real person who was actually only a few years older than me. It was incredible, but I'm not done yet.
Not ten minutes ago I left ANOTHER native Dane after a great conversation. He just got to the MTC and will be serving in Sweden. He spoke good English, but we tried to speak to him in Danish. It was a bit harder because he had actually been living there for his whole life and his accent was a lot more.... Danishy. He was super confused but he should be rooming on my floor since he skal tage til Sverige for his mission. All the Swedes are on my floor.
So cool.
Also Mason left the other night. I got a picture with him, it was cool to spend so much of my time at the MTC with him.
And Elder Carter showed up! I only saw him for like three seconds but apparently he got made the zone leader over his English branch after like three days. That's intense.
Now me and Huffaker are the only two "old danes" that are here. But since he hurt his leg I got to go to his physical therapy place which is actually in the same building where Brian works. I didn't see him there but it was really great to finally get out of the MTC for a few hours and talk to real people. It's cool how easy it is to talk to people around here as a missionary. They just come up to you and start talking and asking for a spiritual thought or tell us stories or something.
It's been a great week, but despite that I am klar to leave the good ole' MTC behind me forever and go help people in Washington and Denmark. Saying goodbye to my teachers was hard. I included a pic of me and Bror Pullan. That man changed my life.
Vi Ses!
-AEldste Durrant
PS. I still wanna hear from all of you!
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