Sometimes, I like to wear stretchy pants in my room...
Why, hello family!
I officially only have a week and a half until Im in the field--CRAZY, right?? I LOVE the MTC, but sometimes we forget that there are people outside these walls that don't wear suits and skirts every day... :)
This week was a little bittersweet because we had to say good-bye to the first district in our zone we've ever gotten close to. Most of them went to Puebla, Mexico and a few went to Guatemala. It was kind of sad because we miss spending time with them (Volleyball and 4-square will never be the same! I guess that now means that I actually have to go work out during gym time or something...) BUT, they are all going to be such great missionaries!
So funny thing happened this week. Hermana D and Hermana A-h in our room have been having issues with their departure date from the MTC and they had to go and fix it a few times. So Tuesday morning at about 4:50 am there was an urgent knock at our door. I was the only one to hear it AND register the fact that it needed to be answered, so I got up and answered the door (in all my sleepy-time glory--my hair was everywhere, my stretchy-pants were twisted, only one of my purple fuzzy socks was on...). To my surprise, it was not a burglar, or a fireman, or Hermana C from next door asking if Hermana B wanted to go running. Actually, it was a male security guard. This is how the conversation went:
Security: Hello, is Hermana D here, or has she already left for the travel office?
Me: Uhh...no, she's still here sleeping...
Security: Really? Because she was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago.
Me: They think she's 3 weeks mumble mumble mumble 6 weeks.
Security: (as he's practically running away...) Ok, I'll just tell them she's not leaving today.
So that was fun! It's all straightened out now, but it was a nice, early morning adventure to start of the day right.
Things are going well here and I'm LOVING it. We spend most of the day in our classrooms, usually we have personal study for an hour, then breakfast, then class for 3 hours, then language study, then lunch, then class for 3 hours, then online language learning (we get to use technology! haha) then dinner then gym or something like that. We have grown to love our classroom, and it's nice because since we're one of the outside buildings AND on the 3rd floor, we get a nice view of the mountains and the Y for BYU. Unlike Mom, we don't really have charm school frequently, but we did have a 30 minute dress standards talk right after relief society on the first sunday. The online language study tool is called TALL and it basically has all of these tasks that we'll do during lessons (ex: Invite someone to pray) and words, phrases, and grammar principles that we can study and practice and type out. It's pretty nifty!
And the food--average. haha They have chicken cordon bleu sometimes which is my favorite! And Sundays and Wednesdays they have ice cream, so that's pretty dope. I have come to realize that my fairly low food standards are good, especially here. But it's hard to complain because the staff is just doing the best they can to feed as many people as possible and they work so hard to do that. So i'm grateful for the work they put into the meals.
I met someone from my mission the other day! She's serving somewhere else, but she's from Fort Worth and she loooves it. Apparently it gets pretty cold in the winter because it's a wet cold, so that will be fun! Otherwise, I haven't met a single person going to my mission or heard anything about the new president. It will be a fun surprise when I get there!
The spanish is still improving! On monday, our entire district had "nuestro ayuno de ingles" or "our fast of english" so we tried to go the whole day speaking only in spanish and it went pretty well! We're getting pretty good at translating movie quotes into spanish (Tengo el pulmon negro, Padre=I have the black lung, pop. Zoolander, anyone?) and looking up the words we don't know in the dictionary. I love spanish. It's da beeest.
We're also improving in our teaching skills, I think! The other day we did some practice teaching exercise and Hermana B and I had to teach our maestro, Hermano L/"Tom". Afterwards he said "You sisters really are called of God because you were teaching to MY needs and telling me what I needed to hear." Which, to be honest, I was kind of shocked to hear! I didn't feel like we were doing anything miraculous or special, we didn't share a whole lot, we just talked about ways he could improve his scripture study! But that's the thing--we didn't do anything other than say the words the Spirit put in our minds. The only way we taught to "Tom's" needs was by listening to the spirit, who KNEW what he needed to hear.
Something that really touched me this week was on Sunday during Relief Society. Rosemary Thackery was able to speak to us and this is something she said:
"God is mindful of us and He is in the details of our life."
I feel this in every second of my life here and I know that this is so true. Our Heavenly Father knows us so well and He is present in every part of our lives and wants us so badly to get to know Him.
This work is so real and I am so lucky to be a part of it.
Hurrah for Israel!
<3 Hermana Kate Blood