Learning a new language is
hard. Trying to express the deepest, most sacred thoughts in one’s heart is
hard. Trying to express the deepest, most sacred thoughts in one’s heart in a
new language is … hard. Which essentially describes my LDS mission. Hard.
I had been in Uruguay for 6 weeks when I had a change of companion and I was suddenly facing someone
that didn’t speak English, and who was dependent on me to explain who everyone
was. My buffer was gone; it was one of the most terrifying moments of my life.
I sat on the roof of our small apartment clutching my scriptures and crying.
Yes, it was as pathetic as you imagine.
In this particular city,
there was a man in the leadership of the church who wasn’t overly happy about
having female missionaries. We had several run ins with him that escalated to
the point where the bishop had to intervene. He was the first counselor in the
bishopric, so it made things pretty awkward. My first Sunday after my
English-speaking companion left, they made a change in the bishopric. What I
understood was that the man who had been complaining about having sister
missionaries had just been made the bishop. I was scared to death of him from
our previous encounters, but I wanted to start things off on a good foot and
see if I could repair the damage, so I walked straight up to him after the
meeting and said, “Congratulations, brother!”

It was a casual comment,
but it stopped me in my tracks. At first, I was horrified – I know those
“refining” moments and they are terribly painful and hard. I never wanted to be
part of someone’s refining process! I was sincerely trying to do what I thought
was right – that’s not fair to him that he had to deal with my incompetency in
Spanish.
Another story.
You’ve seen Frozen, right?
When Anna’s in trouble, she turns to the man she trusts for an act of true
love. He tells her that he never loved her and locks her in a room for her
heart to freeze over. (I find an unsettlingly large number of parallels from my
life to hers, but we won’t delve too deeply into that.) She finds the act of
love herself by looking OUTSIDE of herself to the needs of others. Love will
thaw.
In Anna’s case, Hans was
part of her refining process. She walked away a little older, a little wiser,
perhaps a little more cautious in her choices, and most likely with some pain
she’d never experienced before.

To refine means to, “remove impurities or unwanted elements.” In an industrial setting, this refining process almost always means being put through heat and pressure – it’s incredibly uncomfortable. It is also completely necessary to become more than ourselves. To become the best we can be. “I have come to believe that our innate purpose is nothing more than to be the greatest version of ourselves. It is a process of refinement, improvement, and enhancement. When you are aligned with this process and living your purpose, you have the potential of creating something amazing.” (Steve Maraboli)
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