Howdy!
So because we serve in a college town we get to proselyte on the
Texas A&M campus and the only way people are allowed to greet you on
campus is by saying "howdy". Needless to say I feel like such a tool
saying it, but hey, when will I ever get this experience again? Also
along the lines of funny southern things, is my almost perfected
southern accent. Haha Sister Flanders and I talk like we'er from the
deep south (she is) more than we do in our regular voices. It is so
funny, and if you don't think so, I would ask you to please remember
that as missionaries you have to find new and diverse ways to keep
yourself entertained and accents are one of them. Anyways, so I would
just like to start by saying I LOVE MY LIFE!!!! Seriously College
Station is like the only place I ever want to serve for the rest of my
mission. It is seriously so awesome here and things are about to get
crazy because school starts today and that means 65,000 brand new shiney
faces to meet. Let's GOOOOOO!!!! So over the past few weeks we have
accumulated, through our own efforts and the grace of God, a fairly
decent sized teaching pool. Get this, we are teaching a kid from China, a
girl from Switzerland, a girls from the Middle East, a guy from
Madagascar and a few Americans. Who says you have to go on a foreign
mission to teach foreign people. Talk about language barriers!! But we
are making it work. Lots of visual aids. So a quick story about the guy
from Madagascar. While I was in the MTC I had an allergic reaction to
something and I ended up having to go to urgent care. There were a few
other missionaries who had to go as well for various reasons, and three
of them we going to Madagascar on their missions. So while we were
waiting for forever in the waiting room to be seen I asked them to teach
me some words in Malagasi (that's the name of the language) so I ended
up spending about a half an hour learning gospel terms in malagasi and
they left me with a few flash cards so I could remember. I never thought
there would be a day when I would actually get to use it. You should
have seen Herilala's face when I said some words in his language (that's
his name hahaha). He almost passed out he was so happy. He took like a
billion pictures of me holding my flashcards to send home to his family
in Madagascar. Apparently he never thought he would meet someone who
"spoke" his language in America. Seriously though, what are the odds? So
I have officially been able to use every language tidbit I learned in
the mtc within the first 3 months of my mission. I love it! But really
though missionary work is where it's at. I have gotten to a point where
this feels like my real life and my home life feels like the alternate
one which is a blessing for sure. It makes not being with those you love
so much easier and allows you to lose yourself in the work. Well my
friends and family I love you all more than you'll ever know and pray
for you on the reg. Keep the fire, keep pressing forward with a perfect
bightness of hope in Christ and a love of God and all men. Endure
(well) to the end. Check out 2Nephi31:20, such a gem. Talk ya'll next
week!
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