Trust in Thee, not me.

Hola mis amigos y familia. Greetings from across the border. The CCM is absolutely amazing. My days are so crammed pack, it's absolutely crazy. I've had a really good week though and I love my teachers, my companion, and especially my district. 

My very first day here though was not the best.  I could even say terrible. The flight out here was crazy. The original plan was to fly with my dad to Dallas, wait for about an hour, meet up with other missionaries, and fly to Mexico and be happy.  The lord had another plan though. My flight going out of Birmingham, was delayed due to weather in Dallas.  So I wouldn't be able to make my connecting flight. I was starting to panic,  called the church travel station,  and they told me to get on another flight. I went to the counter and they immediately put me on a flight to Miami, that was boarding right then. So I said a quick quick quick goodbye to my dad and hopped on a plane. Flew to Miami, was the only missionary there, and then boarded the plan for Mexico city. Not knowing what to do when I got there or even if people were going to pick me up. I am going to be completely alone. It was a terrible feeling. I then got to Mexico completely lost not being able to ask anybody a question. Took a couple wrong turns, went down wrong hallways, but finally found my bags. I Came out of the gate, and couldn't find the CCM people.  Walked up and down the airport for about 15 minutes and finally ran into someone. But guess what, no English. So I was following him around like a little puppy. Surrounded by people,  but feeling all alone. Finally ran into some other missionaries, and rode on a bus to the CCM. Got to the CCM and met some people but they spoke little to no English. Did some training videos and sat around for the longest time. I think they forgot about us, because so many missionaries came in. So we literally sat on a couch for about 2 hours, and couldn't ask anybody a question because I don't speak Spanish. I finally was able to talk to someone who spake English and headed my way to my house. Met my companion, his name is Elder Phillips. We then went to the cafeteria and guess what they had. Pizza! A tender mercy for sure. We then had a devotional, but the whole time I was not very happy because I was in a foreign land and I couldn't speak the language. I then had a meeting with our branch presidency and I was called to be a district leader. I felt so inadequate. 

But as I was feeling sorry for myself I had a thought pop into my head that said trust thee, not me. Being a missionary is really tough, but that doesn't mean it's not worth it. I have seen myself grow so much in these past couple days it is amazing. As I have turned it all to the lord I have seen him work in my life. And turning it all over to the Lord has not been easy either. I am still fighting it on somethings, but I'm working on it.

I do love my savior and i do love being a missionary, it is tough, but it is so good. 

Spanish is difficult but it is fun. Can't really understand a lot, but I am learning. 

Favorite word this week, Egipcios.

I love you!

Elder Jorgensen 

Mom, sorry if you can't understand this, the Samsung is inferior to apple.