Dear Fam-
Wow. I just can't tell you how wonderful it is to be a missionary! Life is pretty great.
Mom, I loved your story about the roses! That was fun. It’s always good to hear about life at home. As to which of the good books you should read, I don't know how to help you pick. That's something I still haven't figured out how to prioritize : )
It's been unusually rainy and cool here lately for this time of year. Kind of strange. Japan sure is a pretty place. The area I'm in right now reminds me a lot of England. It sort of has a village-y feel. They play music in the streets where everyone shops... I have no idea why. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie and that's the background music.
A couple weeks ago, Saiki Shimai and I went to a train station and tried to talk to people on the street there. It wasn't going very well. A lot of other missionaries must have proselyted there before because everyone seemed to see us and immediately do all they could to avoid us. When things get like that, I usually just start handing out fliers for our free English classes. I was walking down the sidewalk and this guy passed me and instead of looking away he actually kept looking at me and my tag. It was right as I was walking by him, so I took about 2 more steps and then looked back and he was still watching me. I realized he probably wanted a flier. I said sorry and handed him one and thought I would just turn back and walk away, but he started to talk to me. He had a New York Yankees cap on and we started talking about English. He said he used to speak it but had forgotten and he said he would come to our class the next day. He did come that week and last week, and yesterday he came to church. The Elders have started teaching him but they travel a lot so we will probably start teaching him. I'm pretty excited.
Most people we talk to here stop just long enough to hear that we are associated with a church and then they keep walking. But every once in a while we meet just one person who just looks hungry for the gospel. Those people make my whole life happy.
I've been thinking especially lately about the call of a missionary and trying not to forget the importance of that. I've seen a lot of manifestations of that in my life this week. They've actually been there all along but I've seen them lately because I've paid attention. Specifically, recently on a day when my weaknesses were especially apparent, I remember thinking that being a missionary isn't really that different from being a normal person who wears a badge. People always talk about the spirit that missionaries have with them and I have wondered if I ever have that kind of spirit or not. I still don't understand Japanese, and I have realized through experience that teaching is not a strong point of mine.
Then, last night I had a dream of me just living normal life, doing and worrying about the things that I would be concerned about now if I weren't on a mission. It was very detailed and reminded me of specific situations that I used to be in. It reminded me of a lot of the things I used to think and stress about. I woke up from it and couldn't stop thinking about it for a long time. I kept trying to figure out how I was going to deal with that situation once I got home. Then I finally fell asleep and had another similar dream. It was a completely different scenario, but still it was about me being home and trying to make a decision that was really hard. I woke up again and couldn't stop thinking about it for a long time. It was like I was not a missionary and had all the concerns I used to have. I hate to say this to you who aren't on missions, but it was a terrible feeling. It really impressed to me the uniqueness of being a missionary. There are so many big things I don't have to worry about for a while: school, money, other big decisions...
There is so much peace in being able to lie down at night and know that you've given your whole day to the Lord. No regrets. I've realized that being able to feel that is a once in a lifetime experience. Not that there aren't ways we can improve as missionaries -actually most days it seems my weaknesses are magnified here more than ever, but it's a good feeling to be able to give what little you have. Anyway, I just hope you know that this sure is a wonderful experience. The 'setting apart' of a missionary is real.
In one of the letters from Cam that mom sent he shared an experience about how he had been bearing his testimony one day and as he did so he was thinking of all the times he has seen the Lord's hand in his life. That really struck me and now, every time I bear my testimony about something I try to think of a specific time when I saw blessings from following that certain commandment, or that certain gospel principle. It has changed the whole way I teach. It is so much easier to be sincere and help the people I'm talking to feel the spirit.
I just read what I wrote... sorry this week's letter is on the somber note. I didn't mean it to be! I just hope you know how happy missionary life is!
In Aunt Amy's words, Have a Happy.
-Waite Shimai
PS- Mom and Dad, I thought of you on your anniversary!
PPS- Read the Bible Dictionary's entry under the word 'Miracles'.