So yeah, this week has been hard, because A) Elders are DUMB B) Spanish is hard. And I could pretty much leave it at that and it would accurately sum up not only my week, but my entire CCM experience up to this point.
Speaking of leadership, Hma. Giles and I are now Sister Trainer Leaders. Which basically means we ask the hermanas in our zone if they´re okay and give them lots of hugs.
So yeah... At least I´ve got Hermana Giles. Also, our senior district just left which means WE´RE the senior district which is crazy because we just got here! I don´t speak any spainish and there´s no way I know how to give advice to newbies! Don´t die? The tamales aren't that great? Get out while you still can?
Anyway. I loved the old 7b´s hermanas and now they´re gone! back to the states, never to be seen again, probably. Though they did talk of having a ´zone reunion´when we all get back at Elder Anderson´s mansion in Brigham City but at this point, who knows. That´s a long way off and so far, I´m not sure there really is life after the CCM. I´ve only met one elder going to my mission. I´m half convinced it´s all a hoax and I actually died in a plane crash on the way to mexico city and I´m actually in spirit prison and no one has had the heart to tell me yet.
But, Sunday as usual, was my savior. And Monday. And my first ever TRC. Which is basically where they make you go talk to real in´investigators from OUTSIDE THE WALLS!!! Seriously though, I feel like Rapunzel every time I look out over at mexico city over the walls (which actually do have a fence ON TOP of the wall, topped with razor wire, do you see why I´m getting the prison vibe?) I just start singing ´When will my life begin´with Hma. Giles while looking wistfully out at the city. It´s just miles and miles of brightly colored/cement houses and it is so pretty, even if my bathroom sometimes smells of sulfur and my classroom occasionally has a whiff of sewage.
But, in TRC we taught this really sweet old woman and her ADORABLE granddaughter named Amelia, who is probably about 7 years old, maybe younger. But she had the prettiest eyes I think I´ve ever seen and I wanted to smuggle her home to the states with me, she was so cute. And when I asked her what she knew about Jesus and she said in this tiny little voice ´Jesucristo es nuestro Salvador, Y nuestro amoroso hermano´I almost DIED. She´s so CUTE. And Sunday we listened to a great devotional from Richard G. Scott from the provo mtc two years ago and he started it out with Í feel like I´ve died and gone to heaven´and then i really DID cry because he was so sweet in his devotional about prayer and i was just crying in the back like ´ýou did die and go go heaven oh my gosh don´t talk about your dear Genine oh he did. That´s it. I´m done.´
Don´t mind the crazy Hermana in the back sobbing over this adorable old man and sincere prayer, it´s been a rough week. But seriously, if you can watch that devotional, Provo MTC, Richard G. Scott, April 2013 DO IT because it was so good!!! It was just what I needed after the crappy week I´d had. Ah, it was so perfect. Also, I ran into a long lost relative? Coulter Christensen, from Richfeild, Ron Mills´s Grandson??? I dunno, but he stopped me at dinner and was like ´wait, are you hermana mills from joseph?´ And apparently he knew where I was from because I talked to some hermanas from his District and they said there was an Hermana Mills from Joseph Utah by Richfeild and so he hunted me down and was like [surprise!! We´re cousins!!´ so even here, smack dab in the middle of mexico city, I´m STILL finding cousins. Wonders never cease.
Anywho, that´s all I´ve got time for, but please, if you´re the prayin´sort, pray for my friend Jade and her family.
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|The view from Rapunzel's Tower|