Okay. So since everyone is asking about Thanksgiving, I will speak on
that first. SO CHILL. We got to sleep in until 6:15, which was HEAVEN.
Then we went to breakfast with the whole West Campus in our cafeteria.
We then jumped on buses and headed up to the Main Campus where we had a
devotional. Russell M. Nelson spoke. That's right, I've seen two
apostales since coming here. How lucky am I?! It was a great talk and I
didn't fall asleep. Normally, I'm out in the first 10 minutes. So I'm
improving, slowly but surely. After the devotional, we went to our "Home
Room" on Main campus. Can I just say we are SO blessed to be on West
Campus? Everyone is so much nicer here and speaks the same language. No
barriers. Everyone on main is GRUMPY and they hate it there. We hung out
in our home room for an hour or so, in which we all sat and talked
about home, our missions, our family's, and everything in between. I bet
you can't guess who I talked with most? Yup. The elders. I tend to like
them better than some of the sisters. But hey, that's been me since I
was little. It's fine. We had Thanksgiving Lunch in the Main cafeteria,
and it was MAYHEM. So many people. We weren't used to it. My cute
district all sat together and had "family prayer" then went around and
said what we were grateful for. TOO CUTE. We went to a Skit, Music,
Singing, thing afterwards. BORING. Really. I gotta learn how to sing.
I'm so tone deaf, it's not even funny. We did a service project last
night. We filled bags with soup products (350 thousand) and are sending
them to school of less privileged children. It was AMAZING. I loved it.
We finished the night by watching Ephraim's Rescue. Seriously... I just
can't do pioneer movies. I appreciate the pioneers so much, but the
movies are WAY too cheesy. Oh well, what can ya do. We had to walk home
after that (30 minute walk) then got to bed at 11. LATE.
So other happenings:
All of our friends
left on their missions. They all flew out Sunday night and Monday
morning. I'm not going to lie, I cried saying goodbye to most of them.
There are some that I'm definitely going to keep in touch with. So
Saturday night, McCulloch and I knew we needed to get a blessing.
Spanish is killing me. Fryer and Hafen, the zone leaders at the time,
and McCulloch and I's best friends, were able to give us a blessing. It
was so cool because we were their first ones. TENDER. I appreciate the
priesthood SO much in my life. It's an amazing thing that we are so
lucky to have.
I'm trying SO hard to get along with my comp. We are
so so so so so so so SO different. I don't think you guys understand..
So different. We are making it work, but we just don't agree on things.
Her way is the ONLY way. Um... okay. Ask me how that's gone down thus
far. Really though, it's a lesson that I need to learn. Being patient
with someone I might not like, but need to love. I'm working on it.
The hardest things about the MTC:
1. Being away from family.
2. Spanish
3. Not being able to play soccer with the boys.
Really.
They won't let me play with the boys because it's a contact sport and
we aren't allowed to touch. So the rule makes sense and all, it's just
frustrating. None of the girls play, so I sit and watch the boys play.
Then at meals we all sit and talk about it. I miss it SO much. This last
week, I've been thinking a lot about how grateful I am for soccer and
all that it taught me. I'm tough because I had a tough coach. I'm strong
because I know how to work out when I need to. And I run like NO ONE'S
business. Seriously. If I can't play with the boys, I run for an hour
straight. Such a good workout. But lonely, because no one wants to run
with me. STORY OF MY LIFE.
I miss you all SO much! Maaam, thanks so much for
the ADIDAS socks! I love them! Everyone loves that I"m decked out in
Adidas material during gym. So great.
I love
you all. I'm so grateful to be here right now. This is the true gospel. I
know that even though this language is hard, through the Atonement, I
will get the help I need. I've already seen huge improvements, as have
my teachers. I had a heart to heart with Hermano Painter the other day
and just cried and cried and cried. I feel like I struggle to feel the
Spirit compared to others. ..that's my first problem. Comparison. But he
sat and told me that I have such a great relationship with the Spirit
and that I'm just in tune. That's why I serve and it's not a hard thing
for me. That's why I do random good things and do them just because. It
made me fee so much better. I know that this is where I'm supposed to
be. I can't wait to get our flight plans and our visas. (Still nothing
on that... we are starting to freak out). I love this gospel. So so so
so so so so much. I wouldn't be who I am now without it.
Love you all!! Remember who you are and what you stand for. The church is true and the book is blue!
Les Amo!!
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