HOLA MIS AMADOS AMIGOS. COMO ESTAN TODOS? I really miss my upside-down question marks. :( sad face.
So I did a little better with my journal this week. I promise. I wrote
THREE TIMES! :) :) They were a little scatter-brained, but I managed to
do it. So here is the throw-up of my brain this week:
Remember how I told you that we moved last week? Well, we're still in
the process of unpacking. You just don't have any time! Anyway, we
realized that we were missing a few important things from our kitchen
supplies, namely a toaster, blender, a few cookie sheets, a muffin pan,
(all my foreign-serving friends can roll their eyes a little bigger,
yeah, yeah, I know, spoiled state-siders,) and some plates. I was fairly
upset because I had just bought a bunch of awesome stuff to make
smoothies in the mornings--something I have never done before. (My mom's
turn to roll her eyes.) But seriously, I searched high and low for a
box that we hadn't unpacked, but the items were nowhere to be found.
Flash forward to Wednesday morning. I was in splits
with Sister Roth, our sister training leader, and had just finished
detailing my frustrations of the missing blender, and was about to jump
into the shower when I hear Sister Roth call, "umm, what is THIS box,
Sister Thomas...?" I turn around, and realize that she is standing right
next to a HUGE GIGANTIC BOX THAT HAS BEEN SITTING QUITE OBVIOUSLY
IN-THE-WAY in our room for this entire week. Guess what? It is filled
with KITCHEN STUFF. Yep! It's all there! And more! AND IT WAS SITTING IN
THE MIDDLE OF OUR ROOM THIS WHOLE TIME. Neither I nor my greenie had
thought to unpack it, not to mention even WONDER what might be inside
it, although I remember many a time that I had kicked it out of my way
in frustration, since it was always in the way!
So what's really important about this story is that I have been making SMOOTHIES and they are good.
Also, Friday the thirteenth happened. I noticed that much.
Another thing...so there is this McDonald's across from these
apartment buildings that we work in a lot. There is this owl that sits
right above the "M" and makes this AWFUL screeching noise all day. It's
horrible. Anyway, when we first saw it, I was like...that's not real.
But Hermana Johnson insisted that it was, and we even watched it for a
minute to see if it moved, then it turned it's head toward us, and we
freaked out, and we were like "IT'S REAL IT'S REAL" and ran off all
nervous.
Well, once again, flash-forward to my split with
Sister Roth. We get to this apartment complex, I see/hear this owl, and I
tell Sister Roth about it. She looks over and is like, "that's not
real." I was like "YES IT IS LOOK ITS HEAD MOVES." So we sit and watch
it for a bit, and the whole time she's asking me questions like, "does
it ever move anything but it's head?" or "is it there all day long?" and
all that...well, it's head moves, but by this time, I'm like...wait.
Owls don't screech like that. So then I've got Sister Roth making fun of
me, and I'm just trying to figure out why I even thought it was real in
the first place, then we drive past it to make sure, and YEP IT IS
SOoOoOoOooOOooOoOOoOoOoOOOOOOO
So that's that. I still love training! We are having
a blast! We've had some hard things, sure, but the great thing is that
she and I get along, and that is super important. It's hard to keep your
spirits up with someone you don't consider a friend!
Since apparently she wrote in a letter of hers a few
weeks ago about me almost getting nailed by a car, I feel justified to
tell you that she sometimes talks in her sleep, and last night was the
greatest yet. I wake up in the middle of the night to her asking me "are
you awake, Hermana Thomas?" I'm like..."I am, now..." She goes,
"...WHOA. Are you standing up!??" I'm like..."no...I am laying down...I
just woke up..." She's like "...oh. I have to use the bathroom." "Well
go use it." She says "I don't know where it is!" all frustrated, and I'm
like "IT'S OVER THERE" pointing into the pitch black space where the
bathroom is. She's like "oh" and I hear her get up, take a few steps,
and then a big crashing sound, I'm like "are you okay?!?!" and she's
like "yeah" and then she comes back out and says to me "I'm awake, now."
I'm like "good, go to bed." Well then in the morning we were talking
about it, and I asked her what she tripped over, and she says "I ran
into the door. It was closed."
We have so much fun.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN...TODAY IS MY SIX-MONTHS-LEFT. Start picking our your
best black, we're gonna have a funeral pretty soon. I'M DYING.
Okay, just kidding. BUT I JUST CANNOT BELIEVE that I have
been out for as long as I have. I get this sick feeling thinking about
that I have so little time left. It's so weird. But...it's actually a
lot of time, and I'm super happy about that! But I just can't believe
it. It seems like just a month ago I was in La Florida being trained,
teaching mi familia chilena...
This week I've been studying a lot about "hope."
Sister Roth and I talked about how the world has construed the word
"hope" to mean something different than it is. Like, we say, "I hope she
comes" when we actually doubt she will, you know? We use it in a
doubtful way. We talked about how sometimes when we knock doors, we have
faith that someone COULD be prepared and let us in...but do we have
HOPE that someone WILL? Hope is kind of like an expectation of something
good! Not just wishful thinking!
Isn't that interesting? I've been working so hard on
my hope. It's hard to tell yourself that you hope something will happen
when something in you tries to dumb-down your expectations
naturally...to protect yourself from disappointment. But don't do that!
Expect the best, and live worthy of it! Then you will receive it!
In terms of investigators, this week was a lot of
finding. Jesus had another baptismal date, but once again, didn't make
it to church, so it fell through again. :( But we have hope that
something will change! All out other investigators are about the same.
Just keep praying for a miracle!
I LOVE YOU ALL TO DEATH TO DEATH TO DEATHHHH how is your reading and praying and going to church?
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE Hermana Thomasito
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