The first week 1 post is from a letter we received from Kaisha. We had this all worked out before she left how she wanted me to post things to her blog, however :)) her time to write a blog post and send it to me is far less than she imagined. So with her first letter and everyone wondering how she was I wrote what I could and today I was pleasantly surprised (so so super excited) when I got the mail and she wrote a blog post for me to share with everyone.
Anyone who would like to comment, I will print the comments off and send them to her.
March 4 – 10, 2015
It’s finally Pday! I never thought this day would come! It’s been the longest, most exhausting week of my life! I’m looking forward to my nap today after the temple.
On Wednesday after I arrived we jumped right into things. I went through a maze of rooms and got my name tag and badge for the MTC. After that I took my luggage to my room, went to the bookstore to get my supplies, and then went straight to class. There are ten missionaries in my district. Three elders (Elder Gomez, Elder Rodriguez, and Elder Gines) and seven sisters (Sister Thacker, Sister Juarez, Sister McMakin, Sister Cole, Sister Weatherford, and Sister Thomson). Sister Thacker and Sister Juarez are my companions. We are in a trio and going to Recife. It’s hard having another person you always have to be with, but we make it work.
We have started teaching our first investigator, Amelia, she is 25 and is a dance teacher. It’s hard to teach her because sister Thacker and I don’t know what she is saying sometimes because she speaks so fast. Sister Juarez speaks spanish so she is able to carry on a conversation with her while we sit there with blank stares on our faces. Ha-ha. It would be so much easier if I could just speak to her in Portuguese, but I can’t yet.
My Portuguese is coming along. I can understand more than I speak. I sometimes add french into it for some reason so it makes it interesting. I will say something like “oui!” instead of “sim!” I don’t know why I do that but it happens. I’m able to bear a simple testimony and say a simple prayer and that’s about it so far.
Sunday’s are my favorite days so far. They are more relaxing and easy going. In sacrament on Sunday we had a guy vising that is in charge of problems at the MTC. As he was trying to hold back tears he said “We have had special visitors at the MTC this week.” It was so amazing to hear that. It’s just a reminder how sacred the MTC is. We are also able to do a temple walk on Sunday after our district meeting. We walk to the temple and take pictures with our district. It’s so nice to be able to leave the MTC for a little bit and be around other people besides missionaries. I was also able to leave the MTC on Thursday to take my companheira to the doctor. We walked down the street to a health clinic. It was so weird when we went inside and there was a t.v. going and normal magazines all over the tables besides scriptures and Ensigns. It was weird! I also love Sunday’s because of the naps!! They are SO needed here. By the time you go to bed, your so exhausted. I love naps when I can get them.
The food here is alright. Everyone warns us about certain foods like the OJ, tilapia, and chicken cordon bleu. They say it does weird things to your body after a week, and it really does. Ha-ha. The hardest thing about the MTC is probably the rules. They just keep piling up and it’s so overwhelming but they are there for a reason. One of my favorite things about the MTC is seeing so many people from different backgrounds coming together for the same purpose. Missionaries who have joined the church and being “disowned” by family members for serving. Missionaries from China, Florida, Mozambique, etc… It’s such an amazing thing to experience and to see so many people coming together.
On Sunday, we were able to watch a movie after the devotional. We watched a talk by elder Bednar called “The Character of Christ”. It was amazing! I would highly recommend looking it up and watching the whole thing. It’s about an hour long but so worth it. He talked about how the character of Christ is when Christ turns outward when the natural man would turn inward. When Christ had just bled from every pore from the weight of the world on his shoulders and was suffering, when his three friends let him down by sleeping when he asked them to stay awake, when his friend betrayed him; he still took the time to heal the guard who had his ear cut off. He turned outward when the natural man would have self pity and turn inward. He gave a personal example while he was serving as a stake president: one morning he received a phone call from a sister in his ward, she called elder Bednar to tell him there had been a terrible car accident involving three teenage girls from their ward and one of the girls had died at the scene. She asked if he could go to identify the body of that girl who had been killed and give a blessing to the other two surviving girls. As the woman was on one phone with elder Bednar, she had another phone pressed to her ear receiving updates from the nurse who was working on the girls. The nurse said that the girl who had passed away was the woman’s daughter. The woman did not think of herself she told elder Bednar they needed to inform the other mothers that their daughters had been in an accident. That sister had just lost her child in an accident and she was worried about the other mothers. She turned outward when the natural man would turn inward. The Relief Society president from elder Bednar’s home ward had a daughter killed in the accident, she was a single mother and her daughter was her only child. On the day of her daughter’s funeral she received a phone call from an irritated sister in her ward complaining that she did not feel well and was suffering from a cold, she chewed out the Relief Society president for not being compassionate enough to arrange meals to be brought into her home. Just hours before the funeral of her only child the Relief Society president prepared and delivered a meal to the woman. Once again, she turned outward. It was such a great talk and was such an eye opener.
I am grateful for this opportunity I’ve had even though this is the hardest thing I’ve done.
Jesus Cristo vive. A Igreja de Jesus Cristo dos Santos dos Ultimos dias es verdadeiro.