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What to say!? firstly, Hallelujah for me speaking Spanish. If I
didn't speak Spanish, we wouldn't have made it to the CCM hahah. Some
dude picked us up and he didn}t speak any english, so here we are, a
bunch of americans who have no idea whats going on and this guy only
speaks rapid argentinan spanish, like hello that was not a good idea. So
I translated and we got here, and it was raining, and we were tired,
and they told us to unpack 6 outfits because the rest of our suitcases
were going to storage... ouch haha. BUT since then, I have only had two
major breakdowns and we}ve been here for seven days so that´s
significant improvement since I was at home haha.
If
I´m being honest I can say I´ve seen the hand of God in my life every
day this week. I have not been sick, I have not gotten in any fights,
the language is a breeze for me, I have great roommates, I have a great
companion, great district AND THEY FEED US CEREAL AND PASTRIES EVERY
MORNING FOR BREAKFAST. I´M TALKING FRIGGING COCOA PUFFS AND FRUITLOOPS
BABY! GOD EXISTS. Do not doubt the power of God.
On
the other hand, the CCM is in many ways like a prision. We spend all
day in the same room with the same people, desperately trying to learn
to be missionaries. We get allotted one hour per day to leave our
studies and go play some nice, not competetive? Oh my English... not
competitive co-ed games, we file in an orderly fashion to the cafeteria
three times daily and everything has a big fence around it!!!! :D The
Lord´s prision. Prision of angels. It´s a jolly good time, though
admittedly I get stir crazy. Which has led me to play two on two
basketball at least three times this week. I know what a rebound is now!
Oh the things we learn!
In other news, I know
way more Spanish than everyone else. I am having flashbacks to
kindergarten when they were trying to teach me sounds of letters when I
could already read. You know? Like nothing is on my level, so I´m trying
to figure out how to study on my own the things I really need. Does
that make sense? It's a weird set up.
In our
room we have three sisters that only speak spanish, three sisters that
only speak Portuguese, and me and my companion, Hna Trujillo, who only
speaks english. Whoever condemned globalization, fie on them. There is
nothing cooler than singing Frozen with girls from Spain and Northern
Brazil. They also know Barbie Princess and the Pauper and I Feel Good.
And the hymns.... man. We sang praise to the man our first day here and I
could hardly stand it. That song is home to me in so many ways, and now
we're singing the same truths on a different continent. It's amazing.
Missionary
thoughts: I am so grateful that the Holy Ghost is our teacher. Like we
don't really teach anything to ourselves, to our companions, or to our
investigators. He does it all. The Holy Ghost touches everyone in a
language they understand, even if they don´t recognize it. It's so
great. I know I can just sit back and do my best because He is the
teacher. He is the one who delievers the message. We just have to open
our mouths.
I love you all to the moon and
back! I think of you everyday! I love it here, but my heart is
definitely back in Herriman. Have a good week! Serve God! Love Jesus, He
loves you!
Always,
Hna Scott
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