Dearest Panimalay kga mga
Abyan,
It's funny how I've been living
on Panay for 2 months now, so things are just. . Normal. It's all still crazy
(because missionary life is always crazy) but it's funny how the crazy becomes
expected and you aren't botherd by it in the least.
Well, I made it a week without SUGAR! but I didn't make it with the Gluten, we went to teach our Bishop's helper and Bishop's wife insists on feeding us whenever we come over to teach (lets call her. .) Gina. (which is nice, because we never have dinner appointments) She was disappointed when I told her I was gluten free too, because she'd made me a sandwich. So Sister Massé gave me permission to eat it, and I promised to go one extra day without gluten. Which means I won't be eating the spaghetti or the cake at family home evening tonight, but that's okay. After all, I love elephants, and we should all strive to be like Horton. "I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An Elephant's Faithful, 100 Percent."
Well, I made it a week without SUGAR! but I didn't make it with the Gluten, we went to teach our Bishop's helper and Bishop's wife insists on feeding us whenever we come over to teach (lets call her. .) Gina. (which is nice, because we never have dinner appointments) She was disappointed when I told her I was gluten free too, because she'd made me a sandwich. So Sister Massé gave me permission to eat it, and I promised to go one extra day without gluten. Which means I won't be eating the spaghetti or the cake at family home evening tonight, but that's okay. After all, I love elephants, and we should all strive to be like Horton. "I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An Elephant's Faithful, 100 Percent."
Due to the Apostasy of Sugar (haha, this week is the
Restoration) I had to try something else for breakfast besides oatmeal (which
doesn't taste good unless it has SOME sugar in it.) So I went for Eggs! But No
Ketchup allowed (as in, the ketchup I have is literally called "Sweet
style" and has more sugar than really should be necessary.) So Sister
Massé and I really got into Smoothies this week. Filipino smoothie stands are
okay, but for some reason Pinoys like more ice than fruit. So in making my own,
it was great because there was more fruit than ice, and it was DELICIOUS (gotta
love those super sweet bananas and pineapple slices)
hm... Really, too much hasn't
happened this week. Sister Massé and I refuse to say "WHEN Sister Massé
transfers," only "IF One of Us Transfers." (because for some
reason everyone has been talking about transfers this transfer, even though
they aren't until the end of February. And since Sister Massé has been in this
area 6 months, everyone is VERY sure that my Nanay will be leaving and I'll be
leading the area)
We started teaching the man who
came to church two weeks ago and said, "I want to be baptized."
Basically he's really prepared but we have to teach him all the missionary
lessons before he can be baptized. Hopefully everything can be done in an
orderly fashion. (what am I kidding? Orderly Fashion doesn't exist here)
The other sisters in our ward had a baptism on Saturday :)
It's so great seeing others come into the church!
When it rains it RAINS. I've
still yet to actually have a day where the street floods, but it rained for 2
hours on Saturday, and No one was home, so Sister Massé and I walked around in
the rain for probably an hour and 15 minutes trying to find someone to teach
us. Yeah, I got pretty wet by the end of it. (and by wet, I also mean it got
cold when the sun went down.)
Sister Massé and I have discovered one of our greatest
challenges. We both always strive to be "Exactly Obedient," and it
actually isn't too hard. The hard part is when those around you are using their
agency and choosing not to be. But isn't that what this is all about? Our
agency! Showing others the gospel of Christ, and allowing them the CHOOSE
whether or not to accept it.
Until Next time,
Sister Smith
I love the kids here, they're so cute! Whenever we walk down the street the group of them (which normally has several more kabata-an (children)) always call "Seester!" Gotta love it when everyone knows your name. Haha.
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