MTC Miracles

The MTC mornings and afternoons are filled with lessons about love, hope, and eternal truths.  Our evenings are spent in the Parley P. Pratt building as we study with our Language Tutors.  This evening, all of those in our group who have studied languages this week assembled in room C-120 of the Wilford Woodruff building.  Those moments I have to write about and remember.  It is too easy to forget our blessings as we roam about on earth trying to keep up with them. I have witnessed a miracle tonight.

Somewhere near 70 of us shared out testimonies and feelings with each other in our 'new' languages.  My heart tried to gather the hour and put a bow on it for saving...but one cannot tie a ribbon around this night; too vast to collect into one, as grandmas and grandpas, stood to speak. German, Bulgarian, Portuguese, French, Russian, Slovanian, Czeck, Swedish, Japaneze, Romanian, Tagalag, and Italian according to my scribbles on the 3" by 5" card in my pocket.  One fellow with smile wrinkles said, "I would like to speak in French...oh, but that was our last mission...ok... for this mission...here goes... Russian."  and he spoke with halted words, teary eyes, and a full heart that touched mine.  People from all over the world, who have led professional lives and could spend the rest of them in leisure, instead chose to wear suits and nylons to unknown lands. They stood tonight to share a few intermittent and wobbly sentences we couldn't understand about what all of us here do understand.  We love our Savior Jesus Christ and want to share His words with others in their own tongues.  A woman with wavy white hair, a tall man with a limp, a plump lady with two necklaces, three rings, and a little bow about her waist, a couple who gleemed at each other with amazement when they were done, a single sister who's last mission was with her eternal companion spoke with gratitude. After the meeting we met with our friends going to India, and the Marshall Islands.

Travis told me that I shouldn't worry so much about my Portuguese until we were set apart as missionaries.  "It will come much easier after that" he calmed me.  It is true.  I am a witness...that it is true.  Heavenly Father keeps His promises.  Travis should know.  He was asked to speak Spanish when he was already in the Mission field.  There is a strong spirit here and my mind is open to the amazing sounds that are coming from my mouth.   Twenty-four year olds smile and share inspiring stories as they teach us to conjugate our sentences.

But we all know Who is helping us learn our languages so quickly. We all know.
  Eu sou grata.