The members think I am hilarious because I always make
jokes about how bad my spanish is. They all call me werra, which means
white girl. ALL THE TIME. Its hermana werra here. (Im sure you spell it
differently, I just don{t know how). Food is rough. There is some stuff
that I love, then others that I physically cannot eat. So nasty. The
churros are good.. so thats a plus. We eat one meal a day. One. SO. If
anyone wants to send me the following foods, feel free too. I will add
the new address at the end. Food to send - Ritz Crackers, Chewy granola
bars, mints, anything chocolate that wont melt. chocolate is rough here.
really, I would appreciate ANYTHING. Top ramen, popcorn. Anything. I
love you all so much. Keep my poor stomach in mind. JK. But really.
Its really poor here. Dogs everywhere in the street,
broken down cars, no washing machines (washing my clothes today.. wow.
So grateful for our washing machines.) Im teaching english to a ton of
little kids. Plus im starting an english class for the city on january
7th. So pumped. It will be way fun! Hna. Hernandez is in my zone and
lives four streets away from me. we go to the gym every morning, and see
our zone almost every day. we have the coolest elders. My friend Hna.
Gregory lives right above us, so I see her everyday also. Tender
Mercies. The Lord knows me way too well. The spanish is so hard. I can
barely understand our lessons, so I just sit there, looking dumb. Its
frustrating. They all keep saying Poco a Poco, which means little by
little, it will come. Hopefully, right?
So I totally broke down yesterday. I put up my
family picture wall, basically a shrine to all of you, especially Grace.
Went to church, was asked to bear my testimony in Sacrament, nerve
racking, didn{t understand a word of what happened. Literally had tears
in my eyes all day. As we were leaving, I heard Hna Hernandez yell for
me. Yup. I lost it and just started balling my eyes out. I ran and
hugged her and just cried and cried and cried. As I was crying, I looked
up and who was there?? PRESIDENT HALL. WHAT??? Yeah, they decided
randomly to drive 30 minutes to come to a random ward. TENDER MERCY. So
president hall grabbed me and gave me the biggest hug (Coolest president
ever. He has his own rules) and gave me a kiss on the forehead and told
me he loved me. AH. So what I needed. Literally, the Lord knows me SO
well and was looking out for me. Ive started to learn how tough this is
going to be. I am learning to put all my trust in the Lord. I do my
part, and He fills in the best. Being here is so humbling. I will never
complain about cold water, doing laundry, or not having something yummy
to eat for dinner.
I love this gospel. As hard as this is being here
and not knowing the language or why I was sent to Mexico, i love it. I
love the people, I love the people in my zone, and I love the Lord. My
invitation for all of you is to think about what you love this Christmas
week. Remember all that you have and WHY you have it.
Im so grateful for you all. I will be Facetiming you
on Moms phone on Wednesday. I would assume sometime around noon my
time, So i dont know when that it for you. just all be together, okay?
Have a phenomenal Christmas. Remember Christ, our Savior, and what He
has done for you.
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