Yes family, that is a direct quote from Hermana Turner. Apparently she meant to say "Look at you in your boots" but I promise you that is not how it came out.
Business first: Berto has mailed me and I must say it has been the absolute best letter I;ve ever received. And I have received my fair amount of top notch letters from folks. If a letter could go viral, then Berto's has in the MTC. His special valentine=spread amongst not only my district but Souer Reintjes' french district as well. His letter has provided my compas and I with quotes for the rest of the week, our personal fav: "They always see you feel as good as you look, but since I basically look like Brad Pitt everyday, i never worry." The entire MTC gym had the pleasure of me reading his letter aloud and we created a tv show called "Brett's World" it has a theme song and all. Golden stuff. Taxes- I would contact my old work, BYU Police department: Traffic my boss is Steve Messick but you'll probably want to get ahold of Katrina, just call BYU info and they will be able to connect you and they should have all of my tax info. Hna Tamsyn Turner and Hna Rachel McCullough, both are mailbox #127 (same as mine, we share), but i would prefer if only you and mom and brett would send letters cause i don't want them thinking i sent out a mass email of pity about them. Ma, I'm glad that you get paid to play mahjong, isn't that what delta's all about? Thanks for the addresses! Faja, everyone loved the dictionary, especially the elders.
The best way I could describe this week as would be "slap happy." There has been many a time when Hno Painter has caught me in a laughing fit/me doing something retarded. I don't know why but EVERYTHING has been absolutely hilarious this week. So my district got travel plans this week, which means this is our final week together which is basically super depressing, but i haven't really thought about it. Oh, Dad, there are some elders flying throught he atlanta airport who want to hang out with you while they wait for their flights, if you're interested in doing this lemme know and i'll let you know their flight schedules. I would like to take a moment and talk about how much I adore my alternative companions; Elders Wright and Gardener. They're the zone leaders and since i'm coord sis, we get to be compas during meetings and orientations etc. They are my fav=] We would be friends in real life and the best part is when I make hna turner mad when i say how much i love my real compas, the elders. hahaha she hates me.
The success of the week: MY NAME GOT CALLED ON THE LOUDSPEAKER: 3 TIMES!!!!!!!!! I've had one dream, one desire since being here at the MTC, and that was to have my name announced on the loudspeaker which goes throughout the entire MTC: after breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My elders have had the blessing of being called 4 times and every time i may or may not have become unrationally upset and demanded to know why. I've asked many an mtc employee how to accomplish this (lose things, pres of mtc wants to meet with you, travel plans, dry cleaning needs to be picked up), and i've been wondering if my compas would do a service activity for me and steal my name tag and give it to the front desk without me knowing, but none of the above had occurred. And then, on Tuesday night after devotional, i was helping this new sister who had just flwon in from Sydney, AUS get accomodated etc (she's presh btw) and when i get back into the room hna cole (who had earlier lost the aussie sister) very scattered brainedly told me" hna schwartz i don't know what i did but you're name got called on the loudspeaker for our floor saying they needed you and i'm sorry" and i was like "hna cole are you on crack? are you sure my name was called on the loudspeaker on our floor?" and she said yeah and so i went to the hall phone and talked to the front desk and they said i had lost my scriptures. funny story, i was holding my scriptures in my hands and i assured them i was holding them in my hands and then a thought popped into my head "Huh, i bet i left my spanish Book o mormon at the deovtional because i had brought it to read before choir practice" and i asked the lady if they were in spanish and she said yes and told me to come get them. GLORY BE MINE! no way was i going to go straight away and pick them up, my name had only been announced on the loudspeaker of the 4th floor of where i live, no one else heard it but those random chicks. So I milked all the rest of the next day=] My name got called tat breakfast and i fistpumped with joy and got applause from a table of elders. Lunch=name called. Dinner= name called. And i fist pump everytime and make my entire table shut up to hear my name. During planning session at 9pm=name called, and i then took the walk of fame and glory down my hallway with my entire district congratulating me as i walked to pick up my forgotten scriptures. I've been a pretty big deal this week, because during devo the camera guy zoomed in on my face during the choir performance, and then my name was called for a day straight. NBD.
I know you may think that's a really pointless and long story, but I've literally had dreams about my name getting called on the loudspeaker, so yeah. The other day I was alone (in the restroom, the only place of solace) and I just thought all of a sudden "I love being a missionary. There is abs9olutely nothing else I would rather be doign with my life right now than this." and then I looked at me wearing my nametag in the mirror and got this fatty smile on my face, and then i felt awkward cause i was smiling at myself and i rejoined my compas. But honestly, this is the best life ever! Yesterday was our final lesson with Ivelisse and i straight up committed her to baptism and the spirit bore this hardcore testimony through me and she cried and i teared up and she said yes she'd get baptized in 3 weeks and dude. Hard core. So pumped. I have been super blessed with having the spirit teach through me this week. I literally have said things to my investigators this week that has been perfect for the lesson and i don't even remember what i said, because it wasn't me, it was the spirit. and it's because i've chilled, and i've started focusing on my investigators and what they need and not just teaching alesson but really figuring out what they need to hear and just being open to whatever happens, but still perparing myself. ugh so bomb. hot slam this work is freaking ill.
love ya, have a sick week=]
Hna Schwartz
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