Hi.
This week FLEW. Everyday was incredibly busy. I love weeks like that. My body is taking a hit though. Im getting old. Its near impossible to get out of bed in the morning. i just sort of roll off my matt and crawl on my hands and knees into the kitchen. So pathetic.
We went out to a private school that jack sparrow teaches at to introduce our english gospel program to the students. We went with the elders who are both well over 6 feet and the two of us are blonde- i dont think we could have attracted more attention if we had Barack Obama with us. All the girls would basically start crying and shouting in english "marry me!" when we walked by and the boys they would shout "you're beautiful" or "I love you!". It was just like my high school days. oh how i miss them...
We broke off into groups to explain our program and have the students fill out forms of where they live, phone number, and religion. Everyone in my group were boys so i taught them little girl games like down by the banks and they loved it. They got pretty good at Miss Mary Mac. Then I taught them how to arm wrestle and they were really funny because they were WAY stronger than me but they kept letting me win. NO FUN. Everyone started watching and then one of the elders brought a girl over from his group who was the size of a small bear to wrestle me. I tried, i really did but she had the strength of many lions and beat me twice. Even after I tried to cheat.
I often think about missionaries serving in the states and feel envy. What could possibly be hard about serving in your native tongue. I would spend all my days baking cookies for our 200 baptisms! But the other night we had dinner with an RM American who served in Oklahoma. I was SO wrong. Her mission was just like ours except instead of everyone treating you like rockstars and thinking its adorable when you try to talk to them everyone hates you. She told us the CRAZIEST stories! I will never again feel bad about serving in an impossible language. Korea is the best.
Our mission is having a 40 day fast where everyday a different companionship fasts and the mission prays for them and their investigators. We had ours on saturday. All of our appointments cancelled that day so we spent the whole day knocking doors and it was BOSS. We met so many amazing people. We went into this crazy oild neighborhood with actual old korean houses- pretty sure no missionary has ever gone there before. We found like five new investigators. We got carried away trying to knock doors that had never been knocked before and ended up getting lost on this crazy trail that took us on top of a mountain and we got lost for probably an hour and my companion was mad and it was hilarious. We were both in heels hiking through the Korean wilderness LOVE.
I realized yesterday during relief society how much i love korean women. In the states all the ladies just try to be perfect and say perfect things but in korea they just say it like it is. like last week they talked forever about how awkward and inconvenient visiting teaching is and how nobody likes it but how they all need to be better and asked us if we liked visiting teaching and i realized that my whole LIFE is a huge visit teaching activity and its ALWAYS AWKWARD AND INCONVENIENT and somehow i love it. then they felt bad and said they'd be better. Then this week they talked about how its important to make your kids come to church- then this lady raised her hand and was like "church is not fun. Im not going to lie to my kids and tell them how awesome it is when im just as bored as they are. We have to tell them the truth! and when all else fails bring treats". hahaa.
We had a baptism yesterday. A son of a part member family. Everyone was incredibly irreverent and the primary was having a circus in the hallway and i was so irritated because his dad showed up and i wanted so bad for it to be spiritual so we had everyone sing a hymn while the boy changed out of his wet clothes. We sang called to serve and all the high priests were in the back singing their own version and everyone was running around and laughing and everything was going wrong but all of a sudden i felt the spirit come into the room. There i was singing called to serve feeling rage and overwhelming love all at the same time for these crazy people who mean the world to me. The missionaries sang a musical number because everyone thinks that missionaries can sing which is too bad for me because i most definitely do not sing. We sang teach me to walk in the light. it was pitiful. we sang acapella because the organ in broken. My favorite part was looking up at this soaking wet kid sitting next to his nonmember dad and beaming mom and never wanting to leave this place.
I cant tell you how much i love this gospel. It is true.
love you
love, me
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