Huha, it's getting insanely hot! The eternal sweat has nearly begun! We had a super packed week. I really wish I could share everything with you all, but there just isn't enough time! I'll summarize with a good ol' fashioned bullet point list!

-Monday we went to Köszeg for p-day and we met a very interesting Bácsi. He told us that Freddie Mercury was Hungarian, and I replied with, "I've actually heard that George Washington was Hungarian too!" and he paused for a second and said, "Yeah, probably." Hahahaha. The sad part is, supposedly there's a statue of George Washington that says, "George Washington: A Hungarian American Hero" somewhere in this country! Later that day, we were talking about it and I said, "That was the 2nd craziest thing I've heard all day..." and everyone looked at me and asked, "What was the first craziest thing?" and I said, "I don't know yet, I'm still waiting for it." As we were walking back to the train station, one of the sisters said, "This might sound crazy, but I've been away from Mexican food for so long... what does a burrito look like?" and that's when I said, "There it is! That's the first craziest thing I've heard all day!" It was pretty funny.

-That last bullet point was huge

-Tuesday we met with a new investigator named Krisztina! She was found by the Székesfehérvár elders and she wanted to meet! Our lesson was awesome and she wants to meet again tomorrow! She has a ton of great questions and she's very friendly!

-Wednesday we had a zone conference in Buda. We woke up at 4 a.m. and weren't at the mission home until 10! The training was amazing. We talked about having unity in our work and it got me so pumped up to work with our branch leaders more closely.

I think this is his outgoing Mission President and wife, Pres and Sister Szabakai.

-Thursday we learned that it's important to know that you're on the right train... We were sitting on the train, on our way to district meeting, and I felt like I should make sure we were on the right train. I got up and asked a woman, "Does this train go to Sopron?" And she replied with, "Oh, no! This train just came from Sopron! It's going to Pécs!" So we hurried off the train and found the right one, luckily... We almost ended up on the wrong side of the country!

-Friday we had an awesome backyard barbecue type thing with a Priest from the Reformed church (it's a long story how we ended up there, but long story short, we were invited to go by a man from English class).There were a lot of people there and we were able to have so many good conversations, give a family a Book of Mormon, and eat some home made Hungarian cheese!

-Saturday I broke a guitar string and we went tracting in a little village about 10 minutes from Szombathely by train. We had a conversation with a really grumpy bácsi who didn't want to talk with us at all, and then we moved on to talk with his neighbors. His neighbors were picking cherries from their tree, and we offered to help them. They happily accepted our help and we had a super good conversation! We taught the entire Restoration, gave them a Book of Mormon, and asked if we could come back! They said that they would call us if they wanted to know more, but that they would surely read the book. They were so nice! The grumpy bácsi from the previous house was picking cherries from the other side of the fence and heard the whole conversation. Hopefully his heart was softened as he saw that we want to help people in more ways than just spiritually!

What the heck?

-Sunday was amazing. We have an investigator named Terézsia, who lives in a village called Zalaegerszeg. She was a self referral, but she's really old and sick and never wanted the missionaries to come over because she's too embarassed of her living condition. Instead of visiting her, we sing her a hymn each week, and call her on the phone. She LOVES the missionaries to death! On Sunday, we decided to just do a surprise visit. She was so excited to see us and we had an awesome lesson! She has read a ton online and has been waiting for a copy of the Book of Mormon for a long time. She was very excited to finally get a copy, and she invited us over next week as well for another lesson! She's incredibly sweet and I can't wait to meet with her again!

Sorry about the big wall of text, but there's a report of our week! Lots of miracles, lots of funny stories, lots of great memories, lessons learned, and friendships made.

One final thing before I end this; We were listening to President Nelson's youth devotional that we downloaded, and it was amazing! He talked about how we are all enlisted in the Lord's Battalion for Gathering Israel. It totally changed my perspective, and several times throughout the week, I was pushed by the thought that I was working to gather Israel. There is no greater work on Earth! It can be difficult when Israel doesn't want anything to do with being gathered, but you know what, when we try, the Lord magnifies our efforts and makes miracles happen. 

I love this work and I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. It has brought me so much joy and purpose in this life, and it will do the same for you! Now go out there and gather Israel! It's a lot of fun!

Szeretettel,

Burnett Elder

You know how when you're driving, bugs sometimes splatter on the windshield? Well it turns out if you ride your bike fast enough, they do the same thing to your nice, white shirts... I can't even tell you how many bugs I've swallowed straight out of the air either! You know, if you don't think about it, that sounds kind of impressive.

Anyways....

Our week was full of miracles! I don't have a ton of time, so I'll get straight into the stories.

One day, we were tracting. It was a particularly difficult tracting session. The people were mean, nobody wanted to talk to us, one néni roasted us for not speaking very good Hungarian, and I had actually just been yelled at by this guy who was kind of just being a jerk. Basically, we weren't feeling too super about the day... but we kept on going anyways. When we got to the end of the street, there was a young boy riding a bike. He was clearly not natively from Hungary. In my head, I thought, "He's too young, it would just be awkward if we tried to talk with him..." and I kept on walking past him. We knocked on a few doors, and I SWEAR I heard him say, in English, "What the heck are they doing?" 

I ignored it and kept tracting...

Then we got to this house where a man answered. I'm pretty sure he was deaf because I honestly didn't understand a single thing that he said and he made a lot of signs with his hands. He was very nice, and kept pointing in the direction of the young boy on the bike. After that encounter, we were kind of wandering, thinking about what to do, when Elder Gilson said, "Do you think we should talk to that boy?" Immediately I said, "Naw, he's too young. It would be so awkward if we tried to talk with him." I took a few steps, stopped, and said, "But awkward is just a word. Let's go talk to him."

I walked up to the boy, who was now standing in front of one of the doors we had already knocked (nobody answered) and I started talking to him. He stopped me mid sentence and asked me if I spoke English. I excitedly replied that yes, I do know English! I explained that we are missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and that we were trying to teach people more about Jesus Christ, our purpose on Earth, and how we can find happiness in this life and forever. He thought about it for a second and then went to get his dad.

His dad came out and I shared basically the same thing. This time, I included the fact that we believe that families can be together forever and that God is our Heavenly Father, who has created a plan for us so that we can live together with Him and our families forever. He looked at the floor for about 5 seconds, looked back up at me, and said, "Would you like to come in and have a glass of water?"

They let us in and we had an absolutely fantastic discussion with the whole family (there are 4 of them. Parents, a daughter and a son who are high school aged)! They have only lived in Sombathely for 2 months and they have no jobs, but they are searching for work. They fled their home country to find a place where their children could be raised in a Christian household and a Christian environment. They described how they left everything behind to come here. They had lives back in their home country. They had good jobs, family, and friends. But they left it all behind in search of something better.

Elder Gilson tied their story in perfectly with the story of Lehi and his family and how they left everything behind in an act of faith, in search of something better. We taught them about the Restoration, we explained how we believe in a living prophet who guides us and receives revelation from God, and we explained the Book of Mormon and how it can help us. When I started talking about Joseph Smith, the wife stopped me and excitedly said, "He must have been one of those living prophets you were talking about!" It was so exciting!

When we finished, I explained that we typically end with a prayer, and I asked the father if he would like to choose someone to say the prayer. He responded with, "You two are the ones bringing the word of God to me and my family... who am I to choose?"

Before the prayer, the wife asked us if we would pray for them, that they could find work and that they could have help in learning the language. The whole experience was just amazing! They don't have a phone, and they don't have regular access to the internet, so we can only communicate through email and only occasionally. Yesterday, we dropped by with some copies of the Book of Mormon in English, with our testimonies written inside, and they happily accepted them.

Could you imagine if I had just continued to ignore that young boy, and the prompting to talk with him? What if we had just kept going on with our day? What if I selfishly decided that they would never accept the Gospel? I am so grateful that I followed that prompting.

And guess what! It happened a second time, just two days ago!

We were in a little town called Köszeg and we decided to do some tracting, after a lesson we had with a potential (that's a whole different story that I wish I could share, but this is already a novel). While tracting, we found ourselves in a very similar situation to the one we were in on Wednesday; hot weather, angry people, you know what I mean.

Well, we had just about finished that street when we came up to the last house. We were outside the gate, looking for the csengő (chen-goo, or doorbell) but there wasn't one. We decided to leave, and as I turned around, I saw a man out of the corner of my eye, sitting at a table on his porch. I ignored it and kept walking.... As we turned the corner, I admitted, "Actually, I saw a guy sitti-...." and before I could finish, Elder Gilson said, "Yeah, I saw him too. Let's go talk to him..."

I was preparing myself to get denied, but without saying a word, the man stood up and pointed to his gate that was on the other side of his yard from where we were standing. My words seemed to just bounce right off of him. We walked over to the other side of the gate, and he let us in without a word. We awkwardly walked in, and then he pointed to some chairs at his table. When we sat, he said, "Alright, NOW we're in a proper environment for me to hear your message. Go ahead!" 

He was SO COOL! We had a wonderful conversation, and he excitedly accepted everything we said. He said that he really wants to come to our Church, because he doesn't associate with any church right now. He believes that most churches have some truth, but that they have twisted doctrine to fit their own desires. (he loved it when we explained the Apostasy!) 

We explained the Book of Mormon, and when Elder Gilson said that 400 years after Christ came, the people became wicked again, and he stopped us and asked "Wait, why would they become wicked if they had seen Christ?" and I said that it was because they had prospered and forgotten about Christ. He then said, "Ahhh, yeah, we can see this in our world today! People live such comfortable lives, they don't really want God because they don't really need him. They only use religion when it's convenient for them!"

Long story short, it was a great lesson and I KNOW that God led us to people this week. God definitely directs this work, and it's our job to boldly follow promptings, no matter how awkward we think it's going to be! Remember, awkward is just a word!

I would invite you to pay special attention to the promptings of the Spirit this week. What does he want you to do? Who does he want you to reach out to? Who can you lift up? Who can you share with?

I love you all and thank you all for your love and support. Sorry this email is long, it was just a great week and I'm pumped up about it!

Szeretettel,

Burnett Elder

p.s. Hungarian word of the week is "rétes" which is basically this super crazy pastry they make here where they roll out dough as big as a table (not kidding, they can be like... 5' x 7' or bigger!) and they fill it with a ton of stuff and then roll it into a giant burrito and bake it! Try and look up a video on YouTube or something, it's pretty cool.

I feel like I spent half of my week on a train.... We went to Győr and Pest this week, so we spent a lot of time and money on getting around. Tuesday was our p-day last week because of Pentecost and on Wednesday, we had a zone day/interviews in Pest. It was so fun to go back to my birth-city! It's been almost a year since I've been there and it's the same, good ol' Pest I know and love! It was fun to be there with Elder Harris, who was my companion this time last year in Pest. So many memories and laughs!

For our zone day, we played games and watched "One Good Man" and had our final interviews with President Szabadkai. At the end, we had a testimony meeting that was very powerful. It's always a lot of fun to get with the other missionaries and to hear their experiences and testimonies.

Here's an LDS chapel in Hungary:

While we were on splits, I set a goal to pray more sincerely for my investigators, and more specifically for their needs. I prayed for the Hajnál family and asked God to help them have a desire to make it to church on Sunday. Guess who walked in right as we finished singing the opening hymn! If you guessed the Hajnál family, you guessed correct! It was super good to have them at church. I know that God hears and answers our prayers and that He wants to help us to achieve our righteous desires!

One other fun thing we did this week was go on a kirándulás (excursion, but we don't really use that word very often in English...) with the Szombathely branch. We went out to this little village near the Austrian border and played soccer, basketball, pingpong, and other games together and then went on a beautiful hike. At the top, there is a giant lookout tower thing that's made of wood. I'm kind of scared of heights (it's my 3rd biggest fear), and while we were standing at the top, one of the members started to rock back and forth and the whole structure started to wobble! I said, "Stop that, or we're going to die!" and he replied, with a smile, "Well if we die, we will be resurrected, so it's not a problem!"

Eh, he's not wrong, but I still have a few things to live for, personally!

Anyways, the whole thing was a ton of fun and it was really cool to see that part of the country. You could even see Austria and some Austrian villages from the lookout!

Did you know that the Church has been in Hungary for almost exactly 1 year longer than McDonald's has? The Church celebrated its 30th anniversary last April, and Mackies, as some Hungarians call it, is celebrating its 30th anniversary now.

Now you know!

You know I know? I know that God lives, and that He loves me. He loves each and every one of us! He loves us so much, that He sent His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, to earth to save us from sin and death. Lots of people don't know that.... I can't imagine getting through this life without that knowledge and without the purpose and meaning that it brings into my life. Because God loves me, I have a place on this earth, I have a path to follow, I have a direction to go, and I have peace and joy in this life that can't come from any other source. I'm so grateful to be here and to share this wonderful news with everyone!

Sok szeretettel,

Burnett Elder

Word of the week is "szivacs" (see-vach), which means "sponge". I thought it meant "eraser" because they use sponges as erasers in the Branch House and that's what they were calling them, but it turns out, it means "sponge". Who knew?

p.s. My release date is now August 8th, just in case you were wondering!

It was a super rainy week here in Szombathely, but that didn't stop us from working hard and seeing some awesome blessings! 

Last Monday, we had a lesson with the Hajnál family, which consists of Veronika (the mom), Bogi (the 8 year old girl), and Viola (the 3 year old girl). We brought the Elder's quorum president with us and the lesson went so well! We mostly teach the children because Veronika isn't super interested, but she wants her girls to be raised with good standards and she loves to have us over. We brought our little picture Book of Mormon over and read the story of the Brother of Jared and the stones of light. Veronika had a friend over, who brought her two kids, Jasmine (8) and Robi (3). They also sat in on our lesson and they loved it! It was so awesome because Bogi already knew the story before we even shared it, because she had read it by herself in her picture Book of Mormon! She and Jasmine had a great time and participated a ton. My favorite part of the lesson was talking about the tower of Babel and why the Jaredites were leaving in the first place. I started speaking English and asked the girls if they would stand up. They laughed and obviously didn't stand up. Then I said "stand up!" in Hungarian and they stood up. We then talked about how the Lord mixed up the language of the people as a punishment for their wickendness. 

I had a ton of fun in that lesson! It felt like teaching a primary class. We're hoping that we can find someone who will give Bogi a ride to church each week so that maybe she could get baptized. It's a tough situation because she really wants to be baptized, but every other week she is with her dad, who hates the Church and doesn't want Bogi to have anything to do with us. Maybe over time, his heart will be softened.

We also had splits with the Győr elders, which were super fun! We tracted and streeted and white boarded and did all that we could to find people to teach. We call ourselves Johny Appleseed missionaries, because sometimes, all we do is plant seeds. There's nothing wrong with that! We spoke to a lot of people, bore testimony of Christ, and offered our help to everyone we saw. It's really cool to see how people's facial expressions change when we start talking about the Savior. We spoke with one bácsi who claimed to be an anti-Christ and I had one of my boldest moments of my whole mission! The man said that we can't know that God exists because we can't see Him or feel His presence.

That's when the Spirit took over and I just started talking. I said, "You know what, you may not be able to see God, but you can absolutely feel His love! We are his ordained representatives on the Earth and we can promise you that He loves you and knows you. He sent us here, from America and Australia (my comp at the time was from Australia) just so that we could tell you that He loves you. We are learning Hungarian just so that God can tell you and show you that He loves you." The man looked down at his feet, and then back at us and then back at his feet. He told us that he already had a Book of Mormon from some missionaries who came to him a long time ago, and that he had read it many times but never felt anything. Then he told us that he would read whatever we gave to him, so we gave him a pass along card with our information and told him to read Alma 30 and he told us he would gladly do it. It was a super cool experience and who knows where that 15 minute conversation will lead that man.

We played bean boozled with the Győr elders and let me tell you... spoiled milk jelly beans are from the devil himself!

We also got to see the baptism of Ana and János this week! They are the ones who got married last week. They were super excited to be baptized and they both bore their testimony after the baptism and it was super powerful. So many people came to support them that we barely had room for everyone to squeeze into the room to witness the baptism!

Sister Colt also had a baptism that day next door in Romania, and the girl's name is also Ana!

Alright well, this update is getting super long, so I'll wrap up here in a second. I wish I could just write everything, but so much happens in a week that it's literally impossible to share it all. Here are some quick bullet points of things I wanted to share:

-I ate a nutella pizza yesterday and it was exactly what it sounds like

-I saw a huge beetle that was as big as my nametag (got a picture of it too, so don't worry!)

-I also saw a wasp that was as big and as thick as half of my pinky (in other words it was huge)

-In Hungary, they used to force students to write with their right hands

-I'm still getting used to riding a bike and I'm still super saddle sore

-We have an ant problem in our apartment

-I am very sunburnt

-I love being a missionary!

It's so good to be here! I love misisonary work and I'm having so much fun! It's hard, but it's seriously the best. I'm so grateful for this opportunity and I'm so grateful to know what I know. As members of the Church, we have the most important information that there is to have! We know that God lives, that He loves us, that He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to earth to save us from sin and from death, and we know that someday, we can return to live with Them and eventually become like Them! We have a long way to go, but we know that as we strive each day to improve and follow Jesus Christ's example, then everything is going to work out in the end.

Sok szeretettel,

Burnett Elder

p.s. Here's a fun Hungarian sentence I used this week to memorize some words:

"Fogadok, hogy fogkefét fog használni mialatt a fogházban van!" Which means "I bet he'll use a toothbrush while he's in prison!"

Hey everybody, long time no blog update! (That's kind of cringeworthy, but I can't think of anything better...)

I'm back in Hungary and it's still just as beautiful and fun as ever! Getting here was pretty interesting. I flew from Boise to Salt Lake by myself and then met up with the missionaries coming from the MTC in SLC. There are 4 sisters and 1 elder in their group. We had a lot of fun talking about the culture, the language, and what they were about to experience! We then flew to Amsterdam and from Amsterdam we flew to Budapest. I left my house at 9 a.m. on Monday, May 7th and arrived in Budapest at 1 p.m. on Tuesday, May 8th. I was pretty tired, but I've made that trip 3 times now, so it wasn't so bad.

It's much more humid here than I remember. When I first came into the country, it was April of 2017 and it snowed the first night. This time, we were a month further into the springtime and you can definitely feel it! It's probably around 80 degrees. I don't know about how humid it is, but trust me when I say it's humid!

The first day in the country went exactly as I had expected. We did everything the exact same as we did the first time I came into the country, a little over a year ago. It was like total deja vu! We even had the same dinner!

At transfers, I got to see all of my old mission friends! It was so much fun to see everybody, and there was a lot of hugging and excited high fives hahaha. 

I'm serving in Szombathely (pronounced sombot hey) with Elder Gilson. He was still being trained when I went home, and now he is a full transfer ahead of me. I feel like I never left, honestly. It feels like I just woke up one day and suddenly everyone around me blinked forward 6 months. It's hard to describe exactly how I feel, but the important thing is that I'm so happy!

Getting back into missionary life was surprisingly easy. Like I said, it feels like I never left! The language is still there, too!

I got to experience a Hungarian wedding this week and it was one of the most interesting experiences of my entire life. At 3:00 on Friday, I found myself in a beautiful room in the Szombathely city hall. There were maybe 10 other people there with me. I was sitting next to Sister Wise, who is serving in Szombathely, and our companions were standing behind us, acting as escourts to the bride and groom. After a ring ceremony, the bride and groom kissed, they signed some papers, and it was over. At 3:09, we were walking away feeling a little bit confused. I had just witnessed a 9 minute Hungarian wedding for two people I had never met before. It was awesome!

They actually are super cool people. Ana and János have been taking the discussions and have wanted to be baptized for quite a while now, but they weren't married, so they couldn't. This week, they were finally able to be married, and next week they will be baptized! They're all ready to go and it should be great.

There are so many more stories to share, but this email is getting long so I'll wrap it up with a thought.

Our water heater as been broken since I got into Szombathely, which means that we've been taking freezing cold showers every night. At first, it's so freezing and awful, but if you just go for it and get it over with, it's not so bad. 

We've been trying so hard to talk with everybody, and sometimes that can be difficult. Especially when neither of us really speak the language. There have been a few times where the thought of the cold shower has popped into my head, and I just went for it. Once you start talking, you warm up to the people, and the conversation becomes friendly and it's not so bad! We have found some really cool potential investigators just by putting ourselves out there and talking with everyone. One girl even took a selfie with us because she was so excited that we stopped to talk to her!

Another big miracle is that my pain has almost completely gone away. I was in pain on the flight over here, but ever since then, I've been totally fine! This is a serious miracle, considering the fact that I've been feeling pain for over a year now. It is a huge burden lifted from my shoulders and I know that it's a blessing from the Lord!

I have felt so happy this last week and I know it's because I'm trying to follow Jesus Christ to the best of my ability. As we keep the commandments, strive to improve each day, and follow Jesus Christ, we will see blessings in our lives! I'm so grateful to be here and so grateful to be feeling good. 

Have a wonderful week! 

Sok szeretettel,

Burnett Elder

p.s. This week I learned that Hungarians shoot off fireworks whenever their team scores a goal in soccer. Soccer games are every Saturday night, and they shoot off fireworks until past midnight!

Dear friends, family, and other random people who may have stumbled across this blog update by various means,

I have some interesting, certainly unexpected, news. Due to an unforseen medical issue, I will be returning to Boise, Idaho on November 2nd. Once home, I will be temporarily released from my missionary service. As of now, my plan is to come home, get an operation, heal up, and come back to finish my mission here in Hungary. Of course, that's only the plan and the fact that I'm even typing these words just goes to show that things don't always go according to the plan.

I have complete confidence in the Lord and His plan for me and my life. It's certainly better and more thought out than anything I could ever come up with. I'm grateful to know that I am in good hands. As life takes us down unexpected paths, throws unpredictable obstacles in our way, and even at times sends us spinning through chaos and turmoil that we never could have planned for, the most important thing we can do is hang on tight and trust in the Lord with everything we have! As we live according to His commandments, He will guide us and lead us through the storms of life. We can always find comfort and peace in the knowledge of our Great Redeemer and His love for us.

About a year ago, I was driving home from Star, Idaho late at night. There was a dense fog in the air, which obstructed my view. It wasn't so bad, and I had driven to and from Star many times. I was pretty confident in my ability to get home. I could have driven home in my sleep if I had to, so what was a little fog? As I continued on my little journey, blasting my music and singing along, the thought never even crossed my mind that I might get lost. Little by little, without my noticing, or at least without my acknowledging it, the fog became more and more dense and my ability to see the road and obstacles around me more and more obstructed. Eventually I noticed the worsening conditions, but in my teenage naievity, I just kept on driving. Before I knew it, my surroundings became unfamiliar and I found myself in the middle of Garden City. I had missed my turn a few miles ago. I was quite honestly dumbfounded. How had I missed the turn? I didn't recall ever passing any of the major landmarks that usually dotted my path. I was blinded both by the dense fog and by my own self confidence. I ended up pulling out my phone and using the GPS to find my way home in order to prevent any further delays. Lucky for me, the navigation system in my phone works regardless of the weather. I made it home safe and sound, albeit later than expected, but safe and sound nonetheless.

Sometimes in life, we too may ignore the warning signs around us. We may think to ourselves, "A little fog won't hurt or inhibit me in any way. I can make it home on my own, can't I? I've done this plenty of times, I don't need to rely on anyone else." No matter how confident we are in our own abilities, we should always beware of becoming too independent, or we may find ourselves surrounded by a thick fog, headed knowingly or unknowingly in the wrong direction. Do not be like me on that foggy night! We have been given the tools to make it home safely. Like the GPS in my phone, we can receive guidance from the scriptures and our leaders. As we study the scriptures daily, we will know what we need to do, we will be more aware of the dangers and obstacles around us, and we will better know how to overcome and avoid them. We have the devil's playbook! We know his tricks! We can notice the fog and fortify and prepare ourselves against it before it becomes too thick. And trust me, it gets thick fast and it can be difficult to notice until it is too late. If you are on a path you don't want to be on, or if you are headed in the wrong direction it is never too late to recalculate your path. Our Savior, Jesus Christ, is always waiting with outstretched arms, to guide us home to Him and our Father in Heaven.

On occasion, we have to navigate through thick fogs which come naturally. That's just how life is. Confusion, tribulation, stress, anxiety, and frustration are some of these unavoidable and natural fogs that we may find in our lives. When periods of struggle and difficulty come, hold fast to what you know to be true. No matter how hard it seems, no matter how thick the fog, and no matter how trapped or stuck you may feel, there is hope for a bright clear sky. All we need to do is have faith and press forward. 

On my mission, I have occasionally found myself at different crossroads, facing an important decisions which need to be made. During these times, I have had to step into the darkness, not knowing what will happen, but having faith that I was making the right decision. We may never know with 100% surety that our decision is correct, but so long as we keep our covenants and strive to do our best, God will guide us on our journey home. I know this is true because I have experienced it. All things that we experience will be for our good and will refine us into better, more Christlike disciples.

One last point I would like to make is that we must never allow the fogs of life to cause us to lose sight of what is most important in this journey through mortality. I always wear a ring with a small tree in the center. On the inside, it says "The Tree of Life." In the scriptures, we read that the fruits of the tree of life are the most desirable blessings available to us. It helps me to remember the many amazing blessings which are promised to us as we live worthily and strive to be the best that we can be. It helps me to remember what is most important.

Sorry about the long email and the lack of information about my week. These things have been on my mind a lot lately as my life has been taking an unexpected turn, and I feel that what I have learned may be beneficial to someone else who could be having a similar experience.

Quick highlight reel of my last week in Hungary: We carved pumpkins, did service in a garden, met with some new investigators, and prepared for our transfers! It has been an incredible experience. I love Hungary, I love the Hungarians, and I love being a missionary! I look forward to returning home, though moreso I look forward to continuing my service, wherever and however the Lord has planned for me.

I know this was a novel, but thank you for reading! I hope you all have a wonderful week! Remember that all God asks of us is to have faith, have hope, live like His Son, and help others on their way!

Next stop, Boise Idaho!

Sok szeretettel,

Burnett Elder

Hungarian word of the week: "Repülőgép" which means "airplane"

We did a ton of traveling this week! A trip to Berhida and two trips to Dunaújváros with some stops in Székesfehérvár along the way can really do a number on you! I just want to say, I love this country. It's so beautiful and living here is such a unique and wonderful experience. I am so grateful for the opportunity that I have had to be here among the Hungarians.

Last p-day, we went to Erzsi néni's house for lunch (and dinner... and honestly, breakfast the next day. You just can't leave her house without being painfully, but happily, stuffed!). We were outside playing soccer while we waited for the food to cook, when Erzsi came out and told us she had clothes that we could wear so that we wouldn't get our proselyting clothes dirty. She told us that her son had worn these clothes when he was our age so we would fit in them. The only problem was that her son was our age like 40 years ago... We looked...FANTASTIC honestly hahaha. I was actually really thrilled about my shants that reached the perfect mid-calf range, very tight, s-medium shirt that probably would have fit me better when I was 15, and the flipflop-tube sock combo that just screamed "White dad at a barbecue". Rarely in my life have I ever felt so stylish, honestly!

During lunch, Erzsi gave us this huge peppers, which I thought were bell peppers. I bit a little off the end to make sure before eating the rest of the pepper. Turns out, the end isn't all that spicy compared to the rest of the pepper. I took a huge bite, which was immediately followed by shock and a realization that the pepper that I had just eaten was not the mere bell pepper that I had thought it was. Long story short, I had heartburn for several hours afterward and we laughed really hard about it. 

After being stuffed at Erzsi nénis, we had to run for our bus back to Veszprém. It was more of a waddle. A slow, painful waddle full of grumbling and complaining about how full we were and how incapable we were of reaching any speed above 3 miles per hour. When we finally arrived at the bus station, we realized that our bus didn't actually get there for another 15 minutes. Such is life sometimes!

We also got to go to Duna for splits! I was with Elder Thomas, one of our wonderful zone leaders, and we decided to work on talking with everybody. We wondered about what Preach My Gospel meant when it said, "Talk with everybody!" We reasoned that certainly toddlers wouldn't be very receptive to our message, so they couldn't possibly mean "everybody". We then set out on a quest to determine what defined "Talking with everybody". We set a split goal to talk with every Asian person we saw, no matter what, just to add a little fun to our street contacting and finding. It was actually super awesome! We did most of our street contacting outside of the local college because many of the students are from China and speak English rather than Hungarian. Our little game led to us finding several potential investigators and many really awesome English conversations! It was a blast!

We ran into some missionaries of another faith on the bus. They were a British couple who represented a very small Christian denomination called "Christadelphians". They have 2 members here in Veszprém, with larger groups in England. I think that the man told us that their total membership was around 13,000 people worldwide. I had never heard of them before, but according to this man, they believe in the Bible and encourage people to study it. We didn't really learn much else about them, but they were very nice and very respectful! They looked up to the LDS church and our missionary program a lot and had nothing but nice things to say to us. It was a very pleasant encounter.

A highlight from our week was shaking hands with Elder Ballard of the quorum of the 12 apostles. He gave a fireside which was broadcasted throughout Europe and at the end he told everyone to stand up, no matter where they were. Then we stood up and he stuck out his hand and started shaking it. It was really funny and the fireside was actually really good! Of course, I didn't understand all of it, as it was in Hungarian, but I felt the Spirit and I caught the main points.

I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the Lord's true Church on the earth. I have gained this knowledge through the quiet, yet piercing whispers of the Holy Ghost. I am reminded time and time again that Heavenly Father has a plan for me. Sometimes that plan goes in the exact opposite direction that we expect. Just remember, "We are all part of something MUCH bigger than ourselves." We have nothing to fear. The Lord is with us and will guide us through life always.

Sok szeretettel,

Burnett Elder

Hungarian word of the week is "pupilla" which means "pupil". It just sounds really funny and made me laugh super hard when I heard it this week because it's pronounced like poopy-la. I know, I know, I'm about as mature as a 10 year old. Sorry about it! Have a great week!