Oh my goodness, next time I email, I'll be in France. How insane is that???
Life has been good here. We had the... privilege? of helping herd 17 newly arrived Sisters through the snow, across the MTC campus and to the dining room, with all their luggage, at like, 7:30 in the morning. Stairs and poor traction due to exciting weather complementary. But we all made it!
There have also been many great quotes.
"Oh, that's why you take the sacrament like a shot." One of our elders is a convert, so he drank before he joined the church. He was explaining that he used to drink, when another elder interrupted him. Oh dear.
*After hearing an explanation of a Swiss dish* "Oh. We do that in Honduras too, but we give that to the dog."
"This is disgusting" said in the most monotone, simultaneously indifferent and resigned bass voice with a heavy German accent while drinking powerade that was blue enough to glow in the dark.
"I hated it" a very blunt response from that same elder about a teaching exercise we did.
"Ice cream makes me stupid"
After the Swiss Elder demonstrated the Spanish he's learning from two other elders in the district, the teacher asked if the Spanish elder was learning German. "Ja" (but he pronounced the J...)
We also debated whether or not the word naive applied to the Swiss elder getting a full glass of chocolate milk, and then somehow being surprised at how sweet it was after trying American food for the past two weeks. Pro tip: try foreign food in small quantities until you're sure you like it. Or can handle it.
Ubermensch and Papacito. Don't ask.
Honestly, life has been hard, but great. I've never prayed so hard in my life, but I'm really growing as a person. I understand God's plan for His children much better, and how much He loves us. I'm a bit terrified to go to France after not speaking much French for a few weeks, but hopefully I'll adjust. I just wish I spoke French as well as the rest of my district speaks English.
My companion and I have definitely improved as teachers, as we allow God's spirit to direct us towards what we should say and what they need to hear. And I'm slowly learning to talk at a more reasonable pace. We'll get there. With lots of help from God. Seriously, the more time I spend here, the more shocked I am that we entrust proselyting to a whole bunch of teenagers and young adults. And somehow it still works out? If that's not evidence that God is real, I don't know what it.
Thanks for all your prayers and support, I love you!
Sœur Cate
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