Got another snail mail letter in yesterday's mail. Woot! (I think she thinks she has to respond to every letter written to her, and I've taken advantage of dearelder.com while she was in the MTC, since they will print any letter you type up on their website by 12:30 p.m. and deliver it to the MTC that same day for free. I sent her letters about every other day that way. That will slow down once she's out in her area...)
Speaking of heading to her area, she flew off today for Arkansas! She called us this morning at 6:00 a.m. from the SLC airport, and everyone joined us in our bedroom to listen to her; my phone battery needed charging. Everybody who lives in the house got to talk to her - the timing was JUST right! She challenged the boys to get to the MTC as quickly as possible and how wonderful it was, and when asked if there was anything the boys could do to prepare for the MTC, she said, "Read the BofM again, and study Preach My Gospel." Hmm, I wonder where I've heard that before?! Then in the middle of the day during a little layover she had in Atlanta I got to talk to her again for a short three minutes between my classes. That time she said that everything that Dad has been talking about her whole life - all his lessons on influencing others, discussing differences, how to share gospel truths that are controversial, keys to conversion, etc., etc. ... she has found are all extremely useful and practical now, and she's not even out in the Bible Belt yet! It was awesome! She said she will have to write him a special letter letting him know just how helpful it has been. Now we hold on until Mothers' Day to talk to her again.
Okay, on with the letter!
21 January 2016
I had a very interesting day yesterday. It was Pday, and I did get to email you and tell you a bit about my week. But the really funny things happened right after I emailed you. I was in the laundry room with the rest of my district. I had just put my whites in and it started when I realized that I left my missionary handbook with my ministerial certificate and my temple recommend in a pocket of one of the skirts I had just put in there. I started to panic. The door would not open, it was locked. I could see it in there swirling around with all my clothes. I sort of collapsed next to it on the floor in a mixture of panic and laughter. Despite the loss of the book, it was hilarious. Then after it finished washing I had to shake paper out of all my clothes. There were giant paper wads too. The handbook was destroyed. (Easily replaceable.) My ministerial certificate was sort of shredded on the edges, but most of it survived. My recommend is just fine. Just wrinkled since it dryed. I never got a chance to finish drying my clothes because we had to go to class.
Then in class when we had a study hour, Sister Fogg and I went out into the hall to study, and she had to go back into the classroom to get her pen. I said ok, and continued marking my scriptures. I sit there for a minute, and realize that my companion just walked down the hall and into the classroom and I'm still sitting there, so I ran with my pen in one hand, cap in the other down the hall and into the room. We spent another few minutes before we could get down to work. (Laughing, as usual, I guess.)
We laughed a lot yesterday.
We got to go to to choir on Sunday, and sing in it in the Tuesday night devotional. We sang, Consider the Lilies. It was wonderful. I was thinking that I would love to have that album, but I don't want to buy it. Would it be possible for you to send me a copy of the one you have? It would be really good to listen to the MoTab sing it.
Also...an errand she wants me to do for Sister Fogg...
It has been a lot of fun. There are tons of classes and our schedule is full all day, every day. I never really have time to just sit and think, which is ok, I'd probably panic a bit more than I can as busy as I am.
I love how I get to really study the scriptures here. I never really wanted time to read it before coming here. I love wanting to read.
I know that it is going to be really hard, but I am excited to be able to learn from all these hard things. I have decided to go for it. With everything I have I will do hard things and come back a much stronger, surer person. Thanks for everything you do for me.
(Everything in italics is added by Susan/Mom)