hola querida familia,
How beautiful was Conference weekend? I loved every minute of it, minus the fact that we missed the first half of the Sunday Morning Session because our disctrict leader told us that it was daylight savings and that we had to set our clocks back one hour. Turns out day light savings isn't until next week (right?), which means that we set our clocks back for no reason. . . slightly hilarious and we have still not fully forgiven our district leader for misinforming us.
Everything is practically perfect here in the Yucatan. Hermana Canseco and I get along really well, despite the always slightly awkward first week of getting to know someone that you have to live with for six weeks — always awkward, but hilarious as well. She is twenty seven years old and is from Sanora, Mexico. She goes home in December and is really trying to learn English in these last two transfers, which means that I get to practice my English whenever we are in the house — she asked me how to say "good night, sister-in-law," which she now says to me every night before we try sleeping in our hammocks which have somehow become more uncomfortable. She has already betrothed me to her younger brother, so I take it as a sign that she likes me. We are both trying to figure out our new responsibilites, and are slightly failing until we have our training this week.
We found a lot of new people to teach this week, which was what we needed after the family that was going to get baptized decided that they couldn't give up worshipping the virgin Mary. . . there are some things that I will never understand here. We met a woman that has lived with her two daughters for the past two years after her husband abandoned her, and another that had four children and then abandoned them and her husband. I felt really sad, listening to all their stories and coming to know their souls and the sad things that often happen here. I wondered if God felt sad. too, and wondered if He ever thinks that maye He should have never let us leave His presence. So many of these people and their stories weigh my soul. At times as we are walking under the Merida sky, I wonder why there are so many unfair things and so many of God's children that have fallen short of their inheritance and privileges. The Gospel is such a deep and profound blessing for me that it frustrates me when others do not feel the same. But then we went to Conference, and then I remembered that God is good and that He did not send us here to be sad or to be weighed down. He sent us here so that we could be learned to be lifted and carried by Him and His Son, and so that we could come to our own faith and knowledge of Him by our own agency. I loved Elder Uchtdorf's talk about simple discipleship — I think that all our Heavenly Father and Savior ask is that we come and follow them, which is pretty simple.
Okay, sorry for the quick and slightly jambled (is that a word?) email — we went shopping, which makes me slightly angry/hungry, and I am still trying to recover from doing something that I do not like doing. Love you so much and missed you even more during this Conference weekend — sending all my love and joy,
a picnic with my new companion during conference
|all the American sisters watching Conference in English in a tiny office in Mexico. Hna Ellgen is my BFF.|
|a family of 20 that we taught one time|
|cutest less active family that we love.|