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Monday, July 24, 2017

Semana Veinticuatro

Hola familia y amigos! I have no idea how well this email will go; we're running pretty late today. And I haven't been able to journal properly, so I actually have no idea the sequence or anything. But here goes nothing!

On Monday (17th July 2017) we received our other companion, Hna. Pérez. I'd actually met her in Villahermosa with Mama Pérez with Hna Wilson. So, when I found out it was going to be her, I got really excited. She reminds me of a cute little bird. Super chipper, happy, and she is super intelligent. She studied languages, so her Spanish is really proper. I have no idea what she's saying half of the time, and neither does Hna Ortega. :P But that only means my Spanish will improve drastically, so either way, it's good. ;) 

On Tuesday (18th July 2017) Hna Ortega went to a conference in Villahermosa, so that left me to guide Hna Pérez and Hna Jimenez around Coatza. I'd been pretty worried about it since Hna Ortega had told me, because in my head, I didn't know anything. Hna Ortega always did everything, so how in the world was I going to know? But the Spirit was real, and everything went fine. I was able to open up about a lot of things to my new and temporary companions, and their advice and love and encouragement really helped me in a lot of ways. 

On Wednesday (19th July 2017) the Spirit was yet again with me, and we were able to contact a really wonderful family, and I just love them. Their names are Esperanza and David, and they are so funny. Here, gueda is white girl, and they call me their "guedita". I hate that word, but it's a term of endearment, so whatever. Hna Jimenez and Hna Pérez truly taught me about enjoying my mission and having fun while I'm here. Ever since I got transfered here, and you all know that I had problems with Hna Ortega, I'd felt like a slave and super pressured. But God blessed me with the relief that I had been praying for, and I now know that I can enjoy this time. I don't feel afraid or like I can't do anything. And I realized that the problem I had been having was Hna Ortega.

So on Thursday (20th July 2017) we had our first companionship inventory as a trio and for me and Hna Ortega. It was super intense, but I was finally able to unleash everything on her. And Hna Pérez was there to defend me and actually jumped in and showed Hna Ortega that I wasn't just blowing smoke. Wow . . . it was super intense, but it was a great learning experience for Hna Ortega. She recognized her faults, recognized the abuse, recognized that she wasn't perfect, recognized that her way wasn't the only way. I felt liberated and free, and I finally felt like the missionary I had envisioned myself being. Our lesson with a family that I adore went great, and I taught and talked and testified more. I explained more, and I felt like we were in sinc. So awesome.

Friday (21st July 2017), Saturday (22nd July 2017), and Sunday (23rd July 2017) are all a blur, so here's a blurb. Oh my gosh. I haven't had this much fun since Hna Wilson. Now Nicole, triste ;P :) We were walking and Hna Pérez wanted this fruit that was hanging from a tree, so I gave her my shoe and she got my freaking shoe stuck in the tree. So Hna Ortega had to climb the fence in public and get my shoe and the fruit. Luckily, not many people saw and the owner wasn't around. XD And then Hna Pérez wanted another fruit, so I had to take a rock and hit it out of the tree (which didn't even work. My softball skills were too much for the tree XD) I finally knocked it down with another fruit. And whenever I was feeling frustrated or down, Hna Pérez would try to show me a video, and every time, it was the wrong video. XD If I was feeling frustrated about the language, she kept showing me how to overcome pornography videos or the law of chastity videos. XD Or something else that would only make me feel like, "Uh, thanks, but . . . " 
We had awesome lessons, and we also had lessons where the Spirit was totally there, but the person totally rejected. It's sad to see the hold that Satan can have if a person gives in. It's sad to see someone so active and knowledgable about the gospel turn a total 180 and reject it all. But everyone has their agency, and we're only here to invite, not to force. 

God is real. He answers prayers, and He answers them in His own time, much to my impatience. ;P But He's real. He's really there. He really loves me. He really loves you. He really loves all of His children. And because He loves them, He has His restored gospel on the earth, guided by a living prophet named Thomas S. Monson. He has all of the small and simple and pure truths that were taken from the Bible throughout history restored in the Book of Mormon, so that with both the Bible and the Book of Mormon, we can have all of His teachings. I know that times get hard for everyone. Life isn't supposed to be easy, and sometimes we get super stressed out because things aren't working out the way we think they should. So stressed out that our hair falls out ;) but God has His hand in everything. The first principle of any religion is faith. Because if you don't have faith, you don't have anything. There's no point. I have never had to exercise so much faith in my entire life as I have here. Faith that the pain doesn't last forever, faith that someone really does want to change their life and follow Jesus Christ, faith that my family will be okay and protected while I'm gone for the next year, faith that I will eventually know this dang language -_- faith that I really am making a difference by being here and not wasting someone's time and money, faith that this is where I'm meant to be and that I can handle it. 
This week, I'm going to study faith. And I challenge you all to do it to. Find faith in the Bible dictionary or whatever the thing is in the Book of Mormon (dang Spanish. The GEE XD ) and study the principle faith. I know that I'm going to be edified, and so will you. Remember that faith is an action, because faith without works is dead. I love you all, and I know that God is blessing every one of you. You're all in my prayers, I miss you terribly, but I know it'll all be worth it when I get home and see your beautiful faces. And hopefully, by that time, I won't even remember English ;) I love you all! Tenga una bonita semana, mis amores! 

Haha, photos next week. :P I promise!

--
Hermana Húber :)
Misión México Villahermosa
¡La Mejor Misión en el Mundo!

Monday, July 17, 2017

Semana Veintitres

Hola mi familia! Gracias por sus cartas, y disculpe porque el tiempo es muy corto.

On Monday (10th July 2017) it went pretty swell. We got up and did the normal, and then headed out for a little farewell party for Hna Garcia. We played games, ate, and enjoyed some time together before we headed out to buy food and write home. After we finished writing, we headed out with a member to visit some less active members. We taught some great lessons, and while we waited for the member to finish chatting, we taught three young women who are also less active. It was funny, because Hna Ortega was talking, and I waited my turn, and once it happened . . . guys, I couldn't stop talking. My mouth just went crazy with all these Spanish words and topics, and I just marveled afterwards at the Spirit. Super awesome . . . wow.

On Tuesday (11th July 2017) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR PAPÍ, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! (By this time next year, I'll have it memorized in Spanish ;) ) Today was district class, and I just absolutely adored it. First, we gave our numbers, and when we put that we had 1 DQ, the elders went CRAZY! And one elder in his accented English, "I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT!" XD I died so hard. Ugh, guys. Our district leader is super spiritual, and he knows just what to say or teach in order to help. And he teaches according to the needs in our area. Totally diverts away from the topic to help us. Super cool, and I was able to blab so much in class. XP Haha, but I got to give some elders some advice, and I felt helpful. And then, when I asked for help with a topic in my Spanish book, the elder who can speak both English and Spanish fluently couldn't help me, but the elder just learning english could. XD I love them. And then I had interviews with president. Both edifying and very humbling for me. He told me how proud he was of the progress I've made, and he's proud of who I've become, and he's going to keep pushing me. He told me that I'm going to enjoy my mission and that when I'm through, I'm going to have a badge that no one can take away from me. I served my mission in the heart of Book of Mormon history, serving among the Lamanite blood, in the #1 baptizing mission in Mexico. Then we headed off to work! While we were talking to a reference, a family drove by and their little boy yelled, "HERMANA HÚBER!!!!!" Mi corazón. 

On Wednesday (12th July 2017) we had zone conference, and I loved it. Very edifying, very spiritual, and President always knows exactly what to teach and say and . . . wow. President just rocks. He couldn't stop laughing as we played volleyball, because if no one was going for the ball and I couldn't reach it with my hands, BOOM. There's the foot. And a scream, because I'm scared it's gonna hit the ground and we're gonna lose. XD Oh my heck. Okay, after the lesson, we went outside to play sports as a zone, and there's a game here where one person has the ball and chases the other people trying to hit them with it. So, Hna Garcia had the ball, and she totally locked in on me. The sisters and all of the elders were watching, and there was NO WAY I was going to get shown up in front of all the missionaries, so I ran like crazy and outran Hna Garcia! I was told later that no one has been able to do that, and Hna Garcia kept asking me, "What do you do in the mornings to workout!?" XD Woohoo! Then I crashed into Hna Casteneda when I was making room for Elder Piña to grab his food, and then Hna Hernandez told me to dream with her. XD Oh Mexico, Oh Spanish.

On Thursday (13th July 2017) it was another swell day. Great stretches because my body hurt like none other, and then studied hardcore. Then we went to lunch, and I literally thought I was going to die. Guys. They fed us cow stomach. It looked like a tongue. Oh my gosh. When she put the plate in front of me, and I realized what it was, I just looked at Hna Ortega, and we both thought the same thing, "We're going to die. This is it." Luckily, the family followed the promptings of the Spirit and the obvious fear on our faced and fed us eggs instead. :) Death averted otra vez! We taught the rest of the day, and had pretty awesome lessons. I talked like none other, although totally aware that I messed up ;) It's actually fun to mess up and ask for help now; before, it just killed me and I felt like . . . well, unintelligent. Oh, and when the Spirit wants something done, and He has a willing vessle, He get's'er done. I saw a man with his multitude bags and just went in for the kill. Great contact, and I felt great following the Spirit. Then off I went on divisions with the wonderful Hna Casteneda :D

On Friday (14th July 2017) I had a very edifying study and I felt so much better about life afterwards too. I had a humbling interview with president, and the days following it had been a little tough for me, especially with the things he'd set goals for me to do (contacting. Ugh, I hate contacting. Well, kind of. XD I actually really enjoy it now, because I like to blab.) I felt like I'd made all this progress and had done so great, and I was praised for it, but then there was even more expected out of me. Like, I just climbed a mountain . . . and then I realized there was so much more mountain to climb before I reached the top. :P But, I know it's all for the work. It's all for the growth and development of me. I know it's for the best and what God wants for me . . . but that doesn't always make it easier ;) Anyway, after the study, I felt like I'd gained my confidence back (that I'd lost when I went into the CCM) and I realized that my mission is a blessing. And I'm going to love it. I am loving it, it's just nice to be reminded how much I love it. :) I realized that President was right and that it's time to take my place among the noble and great ones (i.e. Hna Warren, Hna Keller, Hna Wilson, Hna Skulls, etc.). God totally answers prayers, and I know He does, because He answered mine. He continually answers my prayers, and He's continually helping me and guiding me, even though I'm super stubborn and . . . well, human. Haha. Anyway, the day went great and Hna Casteneda and I enjoyed our time in divisions. We taught some awesome lessons, pulled pranks on the members, saying that we had transfers and that I was the new hna, and I enjoyed my time with her. But when I saw Hna Ortega and I saw our area, I was so relieved to be back. I love our area. I love my companion. :) 

On Saturday (15th July 2017) I woke up feeling SO GOOD. So rested, so happy, just chipper. Our studies went great, we had awesome food with the ward clerk (he's so funny XD). We did a lot of contacting, not much teaching, because people weren't around or able to listen to us. It rained and it was so "cold" and I just adored it. I'd been absolutely in love with the mission the past two days, which was a great answer to prayer. I love my mission with all my heart. ;) We ended the day with correlation with Hno Frank. Oh heck. "Hna Húber, dijo algo." "Algo." "-_-" . . . "Hno Frank, tengo cambios." "¡¿Qué!? . . . ¿Por qué usted?, Hna Húber, ¿por qué? Deme su Facebook" XD Haha, poor kid. I told him later that I was kidding ;) But we did get a call that night . . . we're going to be in a trio! Hna Pérez! WOOHOO! And Hna Ortega is the sister training leader --cue Élder Gramajo laugh: "hahahahahahaha" XD 

On Sunday (16th July 2017) we went to church and then helped out with a service project with one of our wards. It was so funny because . . . pues, Hno Roberto XD "Hna Húber, are you strong?" "Obviously, Hno." "Wonder Woman ;D." Haha, and then literally ten minutes later, I walked up to him with my broken rake from raking up all the cut grass and whatnot. As I walked up to him, he made eye contact, looked at the two pieces of rake in my hands, and he just started laughing so hard. XD "Wonder Woman!!" and then, he said something annoying, so I held up the two pieces and said, "Careful, hno. You're next." XD and then, when we finished, he was sharpening his machette, and as I walked by, he had that look in his eye, so I made a stance of, "Come at me, bro. Luchéme (Hna Wilson, apparently, that's not a word XD)." Hno Roberto, "Oh, oh, OH!" XD He's so funny. 

Okay, guys, this week was a growing pain week, but it was so good. I know that God loves each and every one of His children with all of His heart, and He wants us to be happy. I know that His hand is in each and every moment of our lives, whether we accept Him or not, and I know that He loves you. I know that Jesus Christ really suffered every single pain and affliction and sickness and trouble and tear and heartbreak. I know that He understands us completely and perfectly, so that He can help us and carry us and succor us in our pains. I know that the Atonement is real, and that it's not just for big sins. It's for every time we don't follow the Spirit. It's for every bad thought that enters our mind. It's for every missed opportunity to preach and help others. It's for every papercut. It's for every deep wound. It's to heal us. I was healed this week, because I know God loves me. I was supported this week, because Jesus Christ suffered for me. I was carried this week when I didn't think I could do a thing. I was given peace and tranquility with the new opportunities that have been placed in my path. I was given positivity when Satan tried to bring me down. I was blessed with a healthy body and the ability to work because God loves and blesses me every day. I know with every particle of my being that God loves me, even when I don't deserve. Especially when I don't deserve it. I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior and Redeemer, that He's my Brother and Best Friend. I know that testimony is important, and that it's what changes people's lives. I know that this work is hard. Gosh, it is so hard. But it's the most rewarding and blessful thing. I'm grateful every day, even during the really tought ones, that I didn't go home when I had the chance. I'm grateful that I didn't wait to come here. I'm grateful that I didn't decide to not serve a mission, because I know that the growing pain here is nothing worth the pain I would be feeling if I were home right now, knowing that I wasn't serving my mission. Life is good. Life is blessful. The mission is the best and the hardest thing, and it's daddy-daughter time with Heavenly Father. Thank you for all of your support and love, and know that I love and pray for all of you every day. Know that God is real. And know that He lives. And know that His restored gospel is here on the earth. And know that families can be together forever through His wonderful gospel. And know that . . . everything has a reason. We can't see it or know why things happen, but it's all in God's hands. And I wouldn't want anyone else in charge of my life. :) 
I love you all, and I'm sorry that this is the only letter I'll be sending out today. Transfers means less time. :) Photos next week, I promise! 

--
Hermana Húber :)
Misión México Villahermosa
¡La Mejor Misión en el Mundo!

Monday, March 27, 2017

Semana Ocho

Hola familia y amigos! Yet another p-day! :) This one was much looked forward to! 

So, on p-day (20th March 2017) after writing you all (sorry if I didn't get to you or respond. We were running REALLY late that day), we went shopping and then went home to prepare for the Noche de Hogar (Family Home Evening) with our neighbors. We played volleyball with the little kids while we waited for the member to come and teach the lesson, and it was nice to bond with them, especially for me since I don't have the luxury of bonding with the language yet. 

On Tuesday (21st March 2017) the morning went a little rough. I was getting frustrated and Hna Wilson decided to speak only Spanish to me and I found myself comparing in the district class that was being held that day. And it was SO dumb. I couldn't compare myself to anyone there! The native speakers were OBVIOUSLY going to speak Spanish, and the gringos had been there way longer than I had been. It didn't make sense for me to compare at all. It's funny looking back, actually. And I realized what was causing me a lot of frustration, and after realizing the real source and having a 2-3 minute time period to myself to cry, I felt tons better. We walked more than we've ever walked and almost all of our appointments fell through, but we were able to keep ourselves entertained. We chatted about stories and had girl talks as we walked. It was a great time to bond as a companionship. 

On Wednesday (22nd March 2017) I had a really swell day. Language study was a lot of fun, and I felt like I learned a lot more. And I have found that when I really try to listen, I can understand a lot more than I'd thought. We were at our lunch appointment, and Hna Wilson turned to translate for me, and I guess I surprised her by telling HER what was said. She just stopped, stared at me for a minute, and then said, "Uh, yep. Yeah. Good job!" Haha! We had a great investigator who totally took notes and listened intently as we taught. Good day. :) 

On Thursday (23rd March 2017) it was another great day. Our studies and weekly planning went fantastic, we've really grown as a companionship, and all we have to say is good things during companionship inventory. If there are any corrections, we just say it in the moment, and we always agree. Super sweet! Okay, the first lesson this day had me completely fried. I. Was. SO. MAD. So, we walk in, and they are super kind and nice, and I'm like, "Oh yeah. I like them." I still do, but when I started the lesson as a part of my training, the kid stops me in the middle of it and asks me, IN ENGLISH, "So, where are you from?" Uh . . . excuse you! I was talking, small child! --Totally threw me off and my guard instantly went up, because the way he said it . . . oooo, I'm still so mad. So I responded and that led to a different conversation rather than the lesson. And the entire time, he kept talking to me in English. Looking back, it wasn't a bad thing. But I felt belittled (he made me feel how an elder in the CCM made me feel), which is how I feel when anyone here speaks English to me. Like, LET ME STRUGGLE. SPEAK SPANISH. Ugh, that is a rant for another day. Anywho, afterwards, Hna Wilson said, "I think he likes you." And I just went off. I was so mad. So she took me to get one of the most wonderful things I have ever eaten in my life. Chamoyada. Oh. My. Heck. It totally took all of my anger away. And it made our next lesson so good! I felt like I was actually useful and contributed as much as I could. We ended the night by reading the Book of Mormon, talking, and enjoying some quality companionship time. 

On Friday (24th March 2017) went great. Appointments fell through, which is kind of the norm. We talked and grew more as a companionship, but as we did, I couldn't help but feel like our time was being wasted. No, scratch that. The Lord's time was being wasted. I felt like we weren't using it as wisely as we could, and I felt like God was disappointed in us . . . me actually. Oh, and Lady Gata brought us a kitten! Woot woot!

On Saturday (25th March 2017) I had still felt this way, and Hna Wilson decided to speak only Spanish to me again. So, I prayed to know what God wanted me to know as I studied during personal study, and I was reminded of what my mission purpose is. To invite others to come unto Christ by receiving the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ, repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end. (Invitar a las personas a venir a Cristo al ayudarlas a que reciben el Evangelio restaurado mediante la fe en Jesucristo, el arrepentimiento, el bautismo, la recepción del don del Espíritu Santo, y el perseverar hasta el fin.) I hadn't been focusing on that; I'd been focusing on talking about less important things with my companion. I knew that I could improve in the best capacity that I could. I may not know everything or really anything at this point, but all God asks is for me to improve where I am currently able to do so. We had English class today, and I loved it so much. I just love teaching the people English, and they, in turn, teach me Spanish! And it's so funny, because I realize how weird of a language English is, and I totally question the words I write in English. ("Want . . . is that even a word in English? It's spelled so weird!). We also went to a baptism for the other sisters, and we sang a beautiful song and really just enjoyed the Spirit of the baptism. She's the cutest thing. And, as I've said before, the atmosphere here is different. I don't feel anxious or anything when I do something like sing or play the piano the way I did in the states. It's so nice here. OH! And today, three new kittens showed up! 

On Sunday (26th March 2017) I was so excited for p-day. And while we sat and listened to the sacrament talks, I just had this surge of desire to learn the language hit me. It was so weird, and I'd been praying for the desire to learn for quite some time, so when it hit me, it really surprised me! We had a corrilation (oh my spelling has gone down hill so fast) and I guess the ward mission leader had a talk with Hna Wilson. He told her what we'd both been subconsciously thinking. She isn't allowing me to progress. She is talking too much Spanish to me. I'm not progressing in the language as quickly as we both know I could. This mostly happened because she wanted me to be comfortable enough to stay, and it was a wonderful blessing for my first week or two, but I'd felt too comfortable, and I knew that needed to change, whether I liked it or not. So, we decided to revise our language plan, and it will hopefully go the way we'd like for it to. The rest of the day went well. We picked berries and ate them on the way to lunch (I was so hangry after church), and we contacted and taught. A pretty swell day!

Today (27th March 2017) is p-day! We went shopping because I was so sick of my clothes, which is weird because I normally don't care. Anywho, we went shopping, ate at an Italian restaurant, and actually looked at our emails on some iPads at the store. That was so fun, and I just died the entire time, BECAUSE KENDRA GOT HER MISSION CALL AND I DIED AND I HAVEN'T STOPPED DYING TO MY COMPANION SINCE. AAAAAAAAH! 

Anywho, talk to you all next week! :) <3

Funny Story Time!

- Okay, so after we went shopping on p-day, we got on the comvi (okay, side rant. These comvis are basically tiny vans stuffed with people. There are options to sit and stand, and if it's really packed . . . you really learn to think skinny thoughts.) and this couple just starts making out right next to me. I looked at my companion like, "Do you see this? DO YOU SEE THIS?" She just smiled and laughed while I suffered through one of the most awkward situations yet on my mission.

- I was standing in front of a member's house while Hna Wilson was chatting with her, and my feet were on FIRE. So I took my shoes off to let them cool off and the lady takes a double-take at my feet and exclaims, "Oh my word! I thought you had FOUR FEET!" XD No . . . but that would make walking a lot nicer.

- Okay, so Hna Wilson has this gasp that she uses to indicate that there is a bug in close proximity to her. So, when we got home on p-day, I heard this specific gasp and ran out, and there were maggots all over the trashcan! "MAGGOTS!!!!!" So, we filled it up with water and walked outside of our house to drain it, but it was so heavy! We looked SO weird, and our neighbors just stared at us as we freaked out about having maggots in the house. 

- Hna Sanchez left me a balloon and a note that really just made my day. :) 

- My skin was peeling, and I'd voiced this to my companion. "Are you a lepar?" "Yep. This is it. I'm dying."

- We were walking down from an member's house, and the electrical lines . . . power lines? (what do you call them in English!? AH!) were RIGHT NEXT TO MY HEAD. I ALMOST DIED. I told my companion about it (as it turns out, she almost did too the next time we visited them) and I said, "Whelp, that's one way to go home." 

- The best meal I have had here is the quesodillas. And the family had baby chickens! I just died and watched them the entire time. By the way, we have a whole farm of chickens by our house, and I chase them whenever we walk that way. Hna Wilson thinks I'm obsessed. 

- During lessons or contacts, I somehow am able to make SO MUCH NOISE. I drop cups or make noises with objects while I try to open them or put them away. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't every time my companion is talking. XD

- I gave Hna Sanchez some socks, since she didn't have any and I had plenty, and every time she wears them (they have Huber marked on the soles) she always gives me a foot-five to show me she's wearing them. 

- Hna Perez put on my hat that Hna Wilson had given me, and I guess I laughed so sarcastically that she couldn't stop laughing for a good 5 minutes. 

- I was laying on my bed in the dark because it was almost time to go to bed, and Hna Sanchez went to give me a hug good night and ended up hugging my pillow, thinking it was me! I laughed so hard!

- Hna Sanchez went to give me a hug while I was laying on my bed again (and, yes, she actually hugged ME this time) and then she started to tickle me! So I screamed, "Ayudame, Hna Wilson!" So Hna Wilson grabbed her cup of water and wipped the water ALL OVER HNA SANCHEZ (which in turn got all over me and my bed)! XD and then she went over to tickle Hna Sanchez, and she didn't even have to touch her! She just started dying! Haha! 

- During language study, Hna Wilson kept getting confused on what tense we were studying, and I was trying to write it on a flashcard, and when she kept changing the title, after I had WRITTEN IN PEN, I just ripped the card in half in mock frustration, and we just laughed so hard!

- I have tanline wrinkles. Like, the folds in my fingers are pure white while the rest of my finger is tan! XD And my feet have the weirdest tanline. It starts about a half inch from my pinky toe and then slants down. XD

- So, we've had a running joke about who's really the senior companion in our companionship. 
EX A: We were on the comvi, and Hna Wilson wasn't paying attention, so I was like, "Isn't this where we get off?" And she was like, "Oh! Yep! Yeah!" Haha! 
EX B: I gave some brilliant idea. "That's smart, Senior Companion." 
EX C: "So, how did your companion die?" "Well, she just kept going (crossing the street), and I figured, since she's the senior companion, she knew what she was doing. I was wrong." 
EX D: "After this car, let's cross." *two more cars pass at a very high velocity* "Uh . . . just kidding." --Hna Wilson "If you wanted a knew companion, you could've just said so." --Me 

- One of the most flattering yet horrible compliments I have received thus far in the mission. "I hope you kill me." -Hna Wilson XD as in, I finish her mission with her.

- Hna Wilson's English is bad too. "It gave me a kick!" Translation: "I got a kick out of it." And my English has gone downhill too. I wrote it down so I could write it in my email, and in my tired and weird state, I wrote, "It gave me a cake." XD

- We went for a walk in the morning, and we had to hide from this tiny dog because it kept biting our heels.

- We changed behind a boat because we couldn't get in the church building. It's the most scandalous thing I've done so far on my mission.

- At the baptism, Pres. Haws walked by and I jumped in front of him to stop him (just being a pain as usual) and it totally threw him off. Like, he stood there so surprised and then he just burst out laughing! Haha! XD "Out of all the things I thought you would do, that most certainly wasn't one of them!" 

- This melted my heart. "How is the other sister? I don't remember her name--" A member talking to Hna Wilson on the phone. "Huber! Hna Huber!" The small children scream in the background! AWE! 

- Hna Sanchez realized at lunch that she'd been drinking out of the wrong cup and was so horrified! Now at lunch, we make sure to tell her which one is hers! XD

- Hna Wilson forgot to pay the electrical bill, and we were laughing so hard about it and then I asked, "Wait . . . that means no air conditioning?" "Nope!" "It's not funny anymore." And we laughed even harder. 

- There have been so many whistles or catcalls or terms of endearment used here. I never know how to handle it, but I'm always ready to fight if something goes down. Bleck. 

- I picked up $.50 peso on the ground, and that is the first and probably the last I will see one on the ground. It's so common in the US, but here, NOPE! You do not drop and leave your money.

- We were walking, and this little girl was walking towards us and nearly ran into me. When she realized I was there, she looked so offended, like I was the one not looking where I was going. "I'm just so white I blend in, I guess!"

- We were trying to contact a house, and this dog went crazy and barked at us. We heard, "Shut up!" and thought it was someone at the house. As it turns out, it was a bird, and I laughed so hard as it kept telling the dog to be quiet! XD

- There was a cup with "Merry Christmas" on it, and I said the phrase in Spanish, and Hna Wilson started singing, "Celebrate good times, come on!" And we laughed so hard, because she honestly thought it was a Christmas song, when it's actually an oldies song! XD 

--
Hermana Huber :)

Monday, March 20, 2017

Semana Siete! :D

Hola everyone! This week has by far been the best week of my life! Thank the heavens, I am no longer in the CCM because this is what REAL life is all about! And I absolutely love and adore it! 

So, p-day last week (13th March 2017) was honestly a horrible day, and so were the next two or three days, but we'll get to that. ;) I was exhausted from the flight, I didn't get sufficient food because of my anxiety and not wanting to throw up on the plane, and I got thrown into a whole new culture that absolutely threw me for a loop! But my elders were amazing, my travel buddies were amazing, my mission president and wife are amazing, and my companion is amazing. :) I got to take a really long nap, we wrote home where I bawled my eyes out and a little girl just watched me sob awkwardly. My favorite parts of the day were when I was sleeping, because that meant I wasn't there. It wasn't real. And that was so nice. 

On Tuesday (14th March 2017) (OH! First three bugbites! But now I have like twenty, so whatevs.) I was allowed to sleep in, which was really nice. I was not feeling it that day. I honestly spent most of my energy yelling at God for doing this to me (later during personal study, I received a lot of revelation from God and realized that I needed to be kinder to Him). I was so frustrated and angry and I couldn't figure out why I was sent here when I was completely useless in the language, much less anything else. I'd forgotten that I am good at things; I was solely focusing on what I couldn't do (DON'T DO THAT!) I was projecting my insecurities on others again, like "I was in the Mexico MTC, I should know more Spanish than this," or "I've been on my mission for nearly two months, what the heck am I even good for if I can't speak after two months?" etc. etc. I literally wrote, "I feel like I should know Spanish. I feel useless and stupid. I don't entirely understand why I'm here or why I decided to serve a mission. Gosh, I don't even entirely know why I'm staying!" Haha, so dramatic.

On Wednesday (15th March 2017) I had a bit of an easier morning. Mornings were the hardest. I would wake up and wonder why the heck I was still here or why I couldn't just stay asleep forever. I literally would wake up and just think, "Ugh. Why am I still here!?" My companion had a meeting this day, so I was in a trio with the other two sisters who live in our house. It was interesting, because Hermana Perez speaks some English while Hermana Sanchez . . . not so much. But I'd gotten used to not talking very much since I got here. Today was an easier day, but when we picked up Hermana Wilson and I saw President Haws, I knew that I needed a blessing if I was even going to try and enjoy my mission. So, he sat me down and we chatted about a lot of things, and then he gave me a beautiful blessing that I cherish so much in my heart! The priesthood is real, and the power of God is SO real. After that amazing blessing, I really enjoyed the rest of my day. Spanish wasn't as daunting, and every time I felt my demons coming back, I'd claim my blessing and chase them away. I took it a moment at a time, not really thinking much into the future because that would just stress me out. I just allowed God to do what He needed to do with me, and I figured that if I'm in His hands, I'm okay. I also accepted the fact that I may never be fluent in Spanish, but if I have enough to accomplish what God needs me to accomplish here, I'll be happy. Needless to say, I'm going to work my butt off, but I'm done expecting so much out of myself that I can't function. 

On Thursday (16th March 2017) it was such a good day! Gah! The morning was still tougher for me, but it turned up after our zone class. I understood a lot more Spanish than I did the day before, so woohoo! Accomplishment! When Hermana Sanchez and Perez showed up at the class, my heart was so full of joy. I was so happy to see them, and I'm happy I was happy to see them. Gah, I love them. :) Afterwards, we planned our day and went straight to teaching. We tried (and failed) to count all of the red and white doors we knocked on, as well as all the dogs we saw (there are SO many dogs here). I met some wonderful investigators and members, and I tried icecream here for the first time! Very different but oh-so good! We also tried some pasteries this day, and the food here is so weird to me, but I have yet to have problems or hate it (Eric! Kate! I ate enchiladas! On purpose, too! XD ;) ) hermana Sanchez had tried to teach me Spanish this night, and although it was a little tough, I enjoyed it. But once I was done, I WAS DONE. Haha, but it was a really good day, a good rest. It was difficult at times, but I was gradually getting the hang of it and that's all that mattered. :) 

On Friday (17th March 2017) Hermana Perez made me breakfast tacos and I just died. They were SO GOOD! AH! She's like the mom of the house, and I really enjoy and appreciate her. She actually picked up on the fact that I wasn't feeling too great, even before I knew that I wasn't feeling too great! I was just studying my scriptures, she turned to me, and asked the question I hate the most (Kendra, you should know ;) ), "Are you okay?" And I just started to cry! Like, what the heck!? Haha, but I realized that I was allowing myself, even on the smallest degree, to get frustrated with the language again. She hugged me, said so many kind and needed things, and it was SO nice. Then we went to lunch, and as per usual, the family asked me to pray. But they wanted me to pray in English! Of course, being an English speaker, I was like, "Oh, I got this." but then I started my prayer and I couldn't figure out how! I was so used to Spanish! Gah! It was rough! XD But the food was SO good. I ate like two helpings, which was a lot for me by this time. The other sisters were just as surprised as I was! Anyway, my highlight of this day was at the Family Home Evening, where a woman (who I later found out wasn't even a member!) said that she admired me for my obedience and sacrifice (what the lesson was on). She admired that I left and sacrificed my home, my schooling, my friends, my language, my everything, just to be here. And I was amazed that without having to speak, she was taught. Examples are SO real! Gah, I loved it. And I understood more this day than the day before, which is all I'm working towards. :) 

On Saturday (18th March 2017) (first and most certainly not the last sunburn) I'd made a goal the night before to have a better morning, and by choosing to have a better morning and to be happy, as well as claiming the blessing I had received, it was such a wonderful morning! :D I actually woke up thinking, "Wow. I just love it here. I just love being here." The power of God and prayer and agency is so real! Anyway, this day was swell. I understood and spoke a lot more Spanish than I did the day before, and during our English Class (which, by the way, is such a blessing! This was something I wanted to do so bad but knew I'd have to wait until after my mission; but God answers prayers! YES!) the girls who came actually taught me Spanish! It was fun, and the stress wasn't there which was so nice. We also taught and contacted people today, and although I can't really speak or share my ideas, the scriptures can, so I've relied heavily on them to express what I currently cannot. I shared a scripture that perfectly fit with one of the people we taught, and my companion just couldn't quit gushing over it, which made me feel good. Also, another milestone for today was that I didn't look at pictures from home or cry or think much about home, which was so nice (as horrible as it is). It was nice just to enjoy and focus on what I was doing. :) 

On Sunday (19th March 2017) I played the piano in sacrament, which was so nice. Normally, in America, because we are a super judgemental culture, I'd have a hard time and stress about messing up. But here, they are so accepting and loving, I just felt like I could do anything and they would love me for it. It's so nice here. I've been told that I'm speaking and understanding more and better, and it's nice to hear it from an outside source. 

Today! (20th March 2017) I got up, cleaned and organized (that felt SO good). We played volleyball and football, ate sushi (SO GOOD! AH! MY LIFE!) and we're emailing and going to go shopping before having Family Home Evening with a cute family. Anyway, I'll talk to you next week! Love you all and know that God loves you! All is well and will continue to be well! <3 

Funny Story Time

- We were walking out of a new member's house, and this chicken just flew into my face! It was so funny and the weirdest thing I have ever felt on my face! "I got a face full of chicken!" Now, when we visit them, we always joke about me needing to stay away from the chickens. ;) Oh! And their little boy is the cutest thing and the devil. I love him. :) He reminds me of someone . . . 

- Hermana Sanchez, "You look HOT!" XD

- I had the phone in the bathroom because our light burned out (it's actually been three days and we have yet to change it XD) and then we got a call! I got so scared that I accidentally hung up on whoever was trying to call us! XD

- We were walking in the street, and I said, "Buenos tardes!" to a guy and he said, "Good afternoon!" It took me a minute to realize he spoke my language, and I was like, "Oh! Muy bien!" and he said, "Very good!" It was SO weird! XD 

- Hermana Wilson was telling me a story, and then she paused and said, "This is where you would say, 'Enserio!?'" and I was like, "Oh. 'Enserio!?'" "Yeah, there you go. Anyway, so I--" "Enserio!?" XD She was not amused, but I sure was! 

- We were walking in the street, and I'm used to people here staring or taking double takes because I am literally the only white person on the face of the earth here. But this guy! Haha! The way he looked at me, so surprised and eyes so wide that all I saw was white, made me and Hermana Wilson laugh for days! SO FUNNY! 

- Hermana Haws is the candy lady. Awe, candy . . .

- We had so much cake! Like 5 here! Because it's Hermana Perez's birthday. I wish it was her birthday every day, because the cake here is HEAVEN. 

- A drunk man came up and talked to me, and I just told him that I was sorry and didn't understand what he was saying, and then Hermana Wilson grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away. As it turns out, she had the same experience on the same day and time in her mission, and she cried. She told me that I was a tough cookie. All I could think was, "Well, I'd fight him if I had to." XD 

- I got the cactus that I talked about for years! His name is Fred, and if anyone tries to break into our house, I'll stab them with him. 

- I saw a crocodile! Don't worry, I didn't wrangle it, sit on it, and hold it's mouth shut like in Florida, parents. ;) We didn't have enough time. ;) 

- Hermana Wilson holds my hand when we cross the street. I have so many 'moms' here (but I only really love and accept mine ;) <3 Love you mom! I'm taken care of really well here!)

- We basically have pets without having pets. There are two dogs by our house that we pet and play with, and there's a cat named Lady Gata who sleeps on our porch and basically lives with us. It's nice, since I don't have my cat to enjoy right now. Heavenly Father truly loves and blesses me. 

- I was sitting in a comvi, squished between two men, and to make an umcomfortable situation (oh, I have so many here. On the daily!!!) my mind was like, "Well, this is the closest you're going to get to a hug from a man in a year in a half." XD oh my heck. 

*Disclaimer! Sorry if my past or future emails have a lot of typos. My mind is full of two languages, the keyboards here are weird, and quite frankly, I'm not entirely sure I care or that it matters at this point. ;)

P.S. Pictures are going to take a while; it's so slow loading them here, especially with limited time.

P.P.S. Sorry parents! The chat cut out for whatever reason. I love you and miss you and can't wait to see you here in 16 months! Much love and kisses and hugs! <3 :) Don't worry about me. I'm super fine, and I love it here! Couldn't imagine any better way to spend a year and a half! :) 
--
Hermana Huber :)

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Monday, March 13, 2017

Semana Seis

Hola everyone! Wow has it been a week.

On p-day (9th March 2017) a few days ago, everyone seemed to be feeling similar feelings about heading out into the field. Excited yet really nervous. Some were feeling anxiety, others were perfectly fine. I tried not to think much about it until it came. I would have bouts of excitement as well as anxiety over the whole thought of going out. I was afraid of feeling everything I felt when I arrived at the CCM again, and I was worried about leaving such a wonderful companion. It felt like I would be leaving home all over again, and I wasnt sure I could go through that. 

On Friday (10th March 2017), we just had a bunch of in-field orientation meetings and I was an hangry little monster until after lunch. I didnt realize that our lunch got pushed back an hour, so when there were still meetings going on, I was very unpleasant. So, my companion and I went to lunch and I took a nap, and the rest of the day went better from there. Haha! 

On Saturday (11th March 2017) it was our last day of classes. We had TRC, and although we got corrected a lot over our Spanish, it felt good for someone to point out the mistakes so I could do better. I felt like they babied us a bit in the CCM, so to have real people help me was really nice. Presedente Bennett told me that he called my mission president and told him to expect a wonderful sister missionary, which totally warmed my heart and made me cry, especially where I felt like I couldnt measure up to that. He is such a special man of God.

On Sunday (12th March 2017) we had our last sunday meetings with our district and our hermanas. At the district meeting, we were able to get a lot of feelings out through a roast-slash-build-up session. We also had our last interviews and activities. It didnt really hit me hard until this morning that I was gone and that I was saying goodbye to everyone.

Today (13th March 2017) I got up at 1:30 am to get to the designated area for my bus at 2:00 am and finally leave for the airport at 2:30 am. It was hard saying goodbye to Hermana Kurene, especially where I was afraid of the companion I would receive in the field. I cried saying goodbye, had anxiety the entire time through waiting and being on the flight, and have yet to really feel that great today. 

When we hit the atmosphere of Villahermosa (hot and humid) my heart was filled with the feeling that this was home. This is where Im supposed to be, and Id have bursts of peace and happiness, but today has been really rough. Little sleep, a lot of frustration towards not knowing the language, and missing being comfortable. But because of my experience in the CCM, as well as the wonderful companion that I have here (God answers prayers; I prayed for a companion who could understand and help me, and she prayed to train an American) I know that Ill get through this somehow.

Elder Cottrell and Elder Peterson, as well as the Latinos in our travel group watched me like a hawk; it was so funny. Elder Peterson and another Elder kept taking my bags, Id catch Elder Cottrell trying to keep track of me . . . I felt very loved and taken care of; yet another blessing from Heavenly Father. Another blessing was having them as my airplane buddies. We mostly snoozed and enjoyed the views, but it was really good for me to be around people I was familiar with. 

It was amazing to be welcomed by such an enthusiastic and loving mission president, and his wife is the cutest. We rode with them to the stake building, and I had an interview with him. We emailed home, got situated, and Hermana Haws drove my companion, Hermana Wilson, and I to our house. Thats when I really started to break down because it is SO different here, and I dont know why it hit me so hard, but it did. But I know things will turn up; it took me three weeks to really feel comfortable at the CCM and to adjust, and I know itll be the same here; its just the waiting part that is unfortunate (you know me and my patience or lack there of). 

But Ive been incredibly blessed today, and I know that things will turn up. And I know that God is aware of me, just the way He is of every one of you through your trials and good times. As hard as it is right now, and will probably continue to be, I cant come home. I have work to do and people to help and a promise to keep with God. Wish me luck in the rest of this crazy adventure; Im most certainly going to need it. 

Funny Story Time

There is very little because of my lack of ability to journal this week.

- Elder Reed tried to "make a move" on Elder Reynolds, and in the process of his move, he totally hit Elder Reynolds over the head. 

- Service war with Elder Cottrell XD

I will have to send photos another time. My time is nearly up. But I love you all and miss you dearly. :)

--
Hermana Huber :)

Finally in my Mission! :D

Guys! I'm in Villahermosa! Got up at 1:30 am and arrived here . . . 8? Who knows. Anyway, today's also my p-day, so I'll write more later. I'm alive! :D And once we hit the atmosphere of Villahermosa, there was so much humidity and it felt AMAZING! Once we hit the runway, it felt like home. I love it here. Talk to you all later!

--
Hermana Huber :)

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Semana Cinco!

Hola familia y amigos!

On p-day last week (2 March 2017), after emailing
we played volleyball and just had a great time. My anxiety from the morning died down after a bit, so I was better able to enjoy the day and get some stuff done before we got thrown into more classes. When we walked back to our house afterwards, we got heart-attacked! It was the sweetest thing and I just died. People are so inspired, and I appreciate them so much. Ah, loves. 

On Friday (3 March 2017) we had a lesson with both of our investigators. One agreed to go to church with us and the other agreed to be baptized! I was so dang surprised and excited that I forgot the rest of the lesson and the closing prayer! XD I woke up with anxiety again, but as the day continued, it died down. I've found that one of the elders in my zone is a huge cause of it, but I enjoyed his company too much to really do anything about it; well, not to mention that he gave me a Bueno Bar ;) . We got invited to an icecream party as a zone, mainly because a district has had a really hard time and we wanted to cheer them up. We also had our first earthquake drill today. As we walked out, Elder Burton started to sing, "I feel the earth move under my feet . . ." and then Elder Cottrell started to act like there was an earthquake and totally freaked me out. I was like, "Oh my heck!? ARE YOU OKAY!?" He laughed so hard.

On Saturday (4 March 2017) Elder Peterson and Elder Cottrell as well as Elder Burton and Elder Smith had to teach 5 lessons today. They were not too impressed with that, but I didn't mind ;) We started our fast at lunch this day and the power of fasting is so real. I was fasting for peace in my life and in my body, because I'd woken up with anxiety again. I recognized a little something in my life called patience, and I've had a lot more of that in my life, especially with the language. My anxiety has been caused by a lot of factors, but primarily an elder. I'd find peace in the work and anxiety with him. I know that my work here and now is more important than any elder here. I know that I'm where I'm meant to be (and at last I see that light!!! Haha, that's for you Kendra ;) ) Today was the first of many goodbyes. Our night teacher left for a new job, and now we have a new teacher. I'm just grateful I have to endure for only a few more days. She's fine; she just isn't Hermana Percino. :'(

On Sunday (5 March 2017), I woke up with anxiety again, but it was totally buffered by the power of God and my fast. Before sacrament meeting, I just couldn't take it any more and decided to talk to my branch president. I didn't necessarily want my anxiety taken away, because I knew the experience would grow me as a person, but I wanted peace and for God to talk to me through an ordained priesthood holder, so I could really hear what He had to say. After sacrament meeting, he gave me such a wonderful blessing, and his counselors gave me a blessing of health with consecrated oil. It was my first, and it was the best. It was a wonderful Sunday, and it gave me a clear head and guidance as to what I needed to do the next day. I also taught Elder Cottrell again today, and he said, "You did great, as usual." XD he's too kind. I also only had to play once, because things go mixed up. Thank the heavens, because I did NOT want to play the piano. 

Monday (6 March 2017), I watched God work another miracle in my life. I prayed for the opportunity to talk to that specific elder that morning, so that I could just get it over with and enjoy the rest of my day. And lo and behold, the elder popped up and God filled my mouth with the words necessary and softened the elder's heart. He walked up to where we were to get some juice, and I just said, "Elder, I think you're a great missionary, and it's awesome that you are out here, but when we talk, there's a spirit that I don't appreciate, and I've gotten a lot of anxiety from the things you do and say to me, so I think it would be best if we just left each other alone." I got a fist bump and we've yet to talk yet. My faith in God just skyrocketed. It was amazing. We also got a temporary roommate, and that was . . . -.-

On Tuesday (7 March 2017) the hermana who was tagging along with us for just the day and I didn't exactly get along. Her personality definitely did not match mine. But other than that, the day went well. The elder left me completely alone, my anxiety dropped drastically, and it was only a day until it would just be me and Hermana Kurene again. I taught Elder Cottrell again, and he threw a total curveball at me. I knew that once I asked, "So what questions do you have about the Gospel?" I'd regret it. As soon as those words left my mouth, I mentally slapped myself. Anyway, I taught him and he surprised me by saying how well it went. I said, "Haha, thanks for your kind words." and he said, "They aren't kind; they're true." Such a confidence boost! <3 

On Wednesday (8 March 2017) I woke up to my companion yelling to the hermana who was leaving that morning at 2:45 in the morning. But, the day went really well. Another goodbye occurred today. Our morning teacher (Hermana Lozano) went on vacation, and she wasn't going to be back until after we were gone, so we said our goodbyes and took a bunch of pictures. We taught, and I taught Elder Cottrell, and it was so spastic and he still told me it went well. Bless his heart. I've come to see such amazing potential in my elders; they're all going to do great in their respective missions. :) 

Today! P-day! (9 March 2017) I'd never been so excited for a p-day in my life. We cleaned the house, packed our stuff, and played volleyball with our hermanas. I have a brace now because I get too intense in volleyball . . . but all is well. It's so funny, because the doctor who gave me the brace is SO obsessed with shots, especially now because there's been an intenstinal infection going around. I promised that if he came anywhere near me with a shot, I wouldn't be held responsible for what happened. 

Oh! And it's randomly flash-flood rained here, and I go out and dance in it every time, because I've missed the rain SO much. Anyway, time to head out, but I love you all and next week, you'll be hearing from me from Villahermosa! Woot woot! :D <3

Funny Story Time!! :D (my personal favorite part of my emails)

- Elder Gissel was trying to tell me some dark humor (never, ever listen to Elder Gissel tell a joke), and totally forgetting that there were a bunch of Latinos around me, I covered my ears and started yelling, "No intiendo Ingles! No intiendo Ingles!" XD

- I was trying to say my prayer and bless my food, and every single time I would start, either Elder Smith or Elder Cottrell would make a gagging sound at just the right time because the cheese in a burrito looked really gross. I told them this, and then they did it on purpose! XD 

- I was singing an Adele song, and Elder Gissel told me that he was going to report me to my district leader (Elder Smith), so I told him to do it and see what happened. Apparently he did, and Elder Smith just shrugged and said, "Dude, we ALL sing Adele." XD BOOYAH!

- I was bending down for something and totally conked my head on my closet. Right after I threw my water bottle up in the air and missed it, so it hit me in the eye. XD

- Elder Smith and I conked heads when we both reached down to pick up his ring. It didn't hurt, because that kid has SOFT hair! 

- Hermana Cook "Go to the thrid palm tree on the left, dig 10ft down, knock on the golden door, the password is ayudame . . ." Talking about the Black Market at the CCM. Elder Smith "Is there Dr. Pepper?" Hermana Cook "This is a fictional scenario; it has whatever you want." XD 

- Elder Cottrell was playing an investigator and apparently he had said, "My daughter is pregnant." but I'd heard, "My daughter is separated." and so I asked why. His expression was the most priceless thing I will never be able to unsee! 

- Elder Givens was teaching me about the Creation and about Adam and Eve, and I decided that I wanted to throw a question at him. It was so poorly timed. "Through the Fall, we can have kids." "How?" "Uh . . . crea pecino hombres?" XD 

- "I knew who loved me . . . (between two teachers who told him when he sucked) . . . (the one who told him poorly) He was a turd--eh, Lamanite?" XD during a leadership meeting. 

- Volleyball Experiences: 

Elder Gissel took my ball and missed it, and totally just fell at my feet from whatever impact it was, and I totally had to redeem him from his poor attempt at a play. My first roasting of the Gissel

The ball is always mine, and the elders get in the way, so I literally just crash into them all the time because they like to hog the ball. (yeah, at the ccm, no contact sports XD )

"Yeah, I could imagine why you'd be scared of Elder Reed coming at you. Just this tall, huge, red thing running at you . . . " Hermana Klundt XD 

So the ball came at me, and the only ligament that could get it was my foot. I karate kicked it so hard that Elder Reynolds was even scared! He actually punched the ball once so hard and he's legendary for it. I also used my head multiple times and it actually worked! Take that, Elders! ;D 

Hermana Kurene, "I wet my shoe!" XD XD Elder Smith and I still can't get over that. 

"Buenos dias!" Hermana Kurene, in the dead of night, to Latinos, said very confidently. XD

A loud truck noise. "Mexico City just farted! Did you hear that!?" Hermana Addington. I hit the floor so hard laughing. I was literally laying in the grass crying. 

--
Hermana Huber :)

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Semana Dos!! :D

Hola mi familia y amigos!! :D 

I absolutely loved hearing from you all. It makes my p-day everyday. I literally die every time it's time to go to the computer lab (TALL) and write you guys! It's basically the only time I'm ever excited to go to the computer lab (the rest of the time is language study and that gets to be . . . a bit old and overwhelming). 

I'd like to apologize in advanced if I don't get the time to respond each week. It's always crazy and random, so for once in my life, I have to fly by the seat of my pants and be okay with it. I'm rolling my eyes right now for those of you who couldn't hear the sarcasm in my text. ;)

GAH. This week. Let me tell you--

Thank you all for your well wishes and support during my traumatic . . . adjustment? I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I'm lowkey worried about when I actually head out into the field and basically have to go through it all all over again. O.o but one moment at a time. Breathe!

So Thursday (9th Feb. 2017), after writing all of you, we had a lesson for our "investigator" that night, and she threw a total curve ball at us. We'd plan to teach her about life after death, but because she lost her job due to hearing our message, we had to completely chuck our notes out the window and go by the Spirit and what little Spanish we did know. And it was AMAZING. I've gotten past the point of really stressing about Spanish in lessons, because all that matters is that the investigator feels the Spirit and knows that our message is true BECAUSE OF THE SPIRIT. I'm not the teacher; I'm just the instrument in God's hands. That's been a rough lesson to keep in my head, because I've gotten SO impatient with my language skills (or lack thereof). Our investigator-gone-teacher told me afterwards that she feels an amazing spirit from me and that I'm an incredible woman. That I can accomplish my goals and do anything because of my faith in the Lord. That was a huge confidence boost, and I appreciate her so much. Gah. When I had confided in her about my frustration and lack of ability in Spanish, she shared a scripture with me, that I totally bawled over as I read it. It's Ether 12:27 "And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness, I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them." The Lord has most certainly shown me all of my weaknesses, and some that I didn't even realize I had, but I can feel Him strengthening me, especially when I stop trying to do things my way and just try to give my will over to Him. I've really felt like my two weeks here have been like a tug-of-war between the-natural-man-me and the-have-faith-in-God-me. It's quite tiring sometimes, and I just sit outside and mentally talk with myself. "Y'know, if you just gave it over to the Lord and quit trying to do things YOUR way, you would more than likely have an easier time." But, where's the fun in that? ;)

Friday (10th Feb. 2017) I definitely felt inadequate this day. I feel like that's probably every day, but I wrote it in my journal on this day, so it was probably a huge level of inadequacy. I've definitely learned that I really took my life for granted at home, and that I take everything the Lord has, is, and will give me. I've learned that I'm super proud to be an American and to know how to speak English. I'd never thought my heritage was that . . . great, but I've definitely come to realize that it is. 

Okay, okay. OKAY. I knew that once I talked about how awesome my elders were, they'd do something to screw it up. Friday and Saturday (11th Feb. 2017), they just got under my skin SO bad. We had a musical number that needed to be performed on Sunday, they told me and my companion last minute, and then they wouldn't really make the effort to practice. They didn't want to sacrifice their meal or gym time to practice, and I was getting SO mad. SO mad that Hermana Kurene and I had to go outside on multiple occasions in order for me to cool off. Erg. I definitely noticed the difference, because every time I'd try to study, I couldn't. The Spirit wasn't there because I was so frustrated. But, after much internal debating, I decided to just chill, pray for the Spirit and apologize for my not giving them the benefit of the doubt, and move on. I also came to the realization that I only have one option out here: to get it together. There's no way I'm coming home; it's not a possibility in my head anymore. Even though, quite frequently, I can't see myself moving forward, I definitely can't see myself going back. So, I may as well just get it together and move forward, because I don't have any other option.

Sunday (12th Feb 2017), we did our musical number and it went great. I played the piano and everyone else sang, and whether we were "good" or not, the Spirit was there. And that's all that matters. We had our District Meeting and I was able to voice my frustrations and apologize for the contention. It brought our district closer together to share with one another our thoughts, and it definitely started this week of pretty swell. In that meeting, they brought up an incident that had happened in their home about an elder being bullied. And I was even MORE dumbfounded when their solution was to just avoid the situation altogether. Like, WHAT? You DEFEND them! If you're not stopping it, then you are a part of it! I was so dumbfounded, and I instantly jumped in and suggested they defend the poor kid. I'm glad that they said they would, but geez! So, my goal was to befriend this elder and I'm so incredibly blessed that I did. His journey to coming out on a mission is incredible, and his desire to set the example of a worthy priesthood holder absolutely astounds me. My elders may not have anything good to say about him, but to me, he is incredible. His journey, his desire, his purpose . . . just wow. He's certainly mature in age and in his relationship with God. He's incredible. Anyway, we told Presidente Bennett as well as Hermana Burton (the mental health advisor; she told his branch president) and we've made it a goal to check in with this elder and let him know that he was people who do love and care about him. Coming out on a mission is hard enough without being bullied and tried unnecessarily. Gah. My blood is still burning from the news.

Monday (13th Feb. 2017) still gives me the creeps. I was paired up with one of my elders to do role playing, and when he tried to teach, I couldn't feel the Spirit. I had such a difficult time, because I knew he was trying super hard, but he was "playing it cool,"; not acting like a missionary. And I was told not to commit to pray unless I felt the Spirit. I felt bad having to explain to him why I refused, and I felt bad that he gives me . . . uncomfortable vibes, but I had to be honest. Or else he wouldn't grow. And neither would I. Anyway, I think--or at least I hope--my talking to him helped him. He seems to take things more seriously, but who knows? 

Tuesday (14th Feb. 2017) HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, EVERYONE! It was actually really nice not to be surrounded by a bunch of couples or a bunch of mooey gooey nonsense like what would happen in high school. I was so relieved. :) We taught a new "investigator" today, and I just absolutely LOVE her! Oh my gosh! She grew up Catholic, and she's used to repeating prayers and doing the . . . Trinity Cross (?) prayer? Sorry, Whitney, if I got that wrong, but I hope you all get what I mean. Haha! Anyway, we taught her the importance of having personal prayer with Heavenly Father, and that it is a commandment from God to pray. Just like our own parents, Heavenly Father wants to hear from us and know that we trust Him. Prayer has always had a near-and-dear place in my heart, and I was so happy to teach her. Afterwards, she prayed her first personal prayer, and my heart was so full. Gah! Today was yet another day of my elders and myself getting on my nerves, but that is life I suppose. We also welcomed the new missionaries today (that's our service project, which my the way, is BOMB! Better than cleaning bathrooms or the comedor!) THEY ARE THE CUTEST THINGS EVER! And helping them is so much fun. :) We also got a whole box of pizza from the comedor, because last week, we didn't have enough time to eat and then go to our devotional, so we thought it best to get some pizza beforehand. Pizza Tuesdays are the best. Also, my elders performed a blessing on our teacher, because she was feeling really, really sick. To sit there and witness the amazing power of the priesthood had me in tears. The Spirit was so strong, and I honestly am just in love with the priesthood. I've never felt it as real and as strong as I have here. Wow, it was amazing . . . 

Oh Wednesday (15th Feb. 2017). The day started off great. Hermana Kurene and I got up on time, got to everything on time. I felt like I was on top of the world. Then, I had a role-playing lesson with one of my elders and it all went down hill. We had to explain the Plan of Salvation in 3 MINUTES. So, I tried to, but then the elder would ask questions, and I'd have to answer those and blah, blah, blah. So, I obviously didn't get to teach the lesson in the short amount of time given. I didn't think much of it until he said, "You shouldn't use words you can't explain." (i.e. Atonement, priesthood, etc.) And I was already feeling inadequate about the language as it was and that just completely tore me a part. OOOO, I was so mad and frustrated and hurt and upset. So, I pulled him aside and told him that I did not appreciate his words towards me and that I was already struggling enough as it was without his condescending attitude. Needless to say, there's a level of awareness (I wouldn't go as far as to say respect) that I've felt from him since, and there haven't been any further words exchanged since. Ooo, it still burns me up just writing about it. 

Anyway, I have to say, Dad, you were right all those times in high school when you said that I need to learn how to study. Being here and trying to learn Spanish has been so difficult (in case you couldn't tell from all the times I've said that ;D ). I'm so used to just understanding a concept right off the bat. I've hardly ever needed to study, because I either knew it or I knew it enough that I could just wing it. I can't do that here, and it's definitely a hard lesson that I am still and probably will still learn for the rest of my mission. I've been praying and trying to get some form of study skills down, but it's a slow process, that requires patience, of which I do not have. 

Today (16th Feb. 2017) so far, we've gone to the temple again, and this time, I really enjoyed it. Last time was still good; I just couldn't do anything and the worker helping me didn't have the patience to help me, so she did everything for me. Luckily, this time, I got a sweet hermana who asked if I wanted to do my session in Spanish or English. I told her that I would love to do it in Spanish if she'd take it slow. It was a much better and much more enjoyable trip. Other than the fact that I accidentally elbowed an hermana in the head, but besides that, it went swell. ;)

Oh! One of our devotionals hit my heart so hard (it was Elder Holland, so of course it was good)! It talked about Peter, and how he was called as the senior apostle and needed to continue the Church after Christ died. He didn't know how to run the church or what to do, so he went back to what he was familiar with, what he knew best: fishing. So, when they go back and fish, and Christ appears to them again, and Peter swims to his Savior and Best Friend, and Christ asks him 3 times if Peter loves Him, he obviously felt inadequate and unable to accomplish the task he was called to. And Christ said for him to leave behind his fishing nets and become fishers of men. Elder Holland likened it unto us, and I really took it hard. I have to leave behind my old life forever. My mission doesn't consist of this 18 month time period here in Mexico. My mission is forever. My mission will affect my life forever. This is my new life, and as scary as that is for me and as totally caught off-guard as I am, I can't go back. I won't go back. And I want to be like Peter and leave my fishing net (life at home, family, friends, thoughts that don't pertain to my mission) and be a fisher of men. That's what's kept me going these past couple of days, especially with all the frustrating things that have been thrown at me. 

Alright, now for the funny stuff ;D

So, on the bus last week, while we were waiting for insurance stuff to get handled after the accident, the wind started to pick up. Hermana Kurene was like, "Wow! Wind!" and I just said, "Rapido!" and she turned to me, with the most innocent look on her face, and said, "Is that wind?" I died so hard. So funny!

Hermana Kurene had said that she was hungry, and not even 2 seconds later did a bug fly in her mouth right as she closed it. I keep joking that she'd asked for it. 

Then, at lunch, Hermana Kurene and I got up to leave, and Elder Cottrell held out his hand towards me and said, "Hermana Huber! You're leaving me!?" "Uh, yeah." "Nooooooooooooooooooo!" XD

Oh. My. Gosh. So, I touched on this a little bit (I think), but Elder Cottrell has a tendency to use "Christmas!" or "The left side of Christmas!" when something goes wrong or whatever. And when our teacher said that we had to teach a lesson in 2 minutes, he yelled out, "WHAT!? NO!!" and she turned to him, dead serious, and said, "Feliz Navidad, Elder." *pew pew pew* ROASTED! But don't worry, he'll "bounce back," ;) (yet another Elder Cottrell term). 

Okay, so you know how I said that I accidentally elbowed a hermana in the head at the temple? Well, when Hermana Kurene and I were doing a handshake, I accidentally came back and elbowed another hermana in the chest, and it didn't even register until after I finished the handshake and heard her say, "Owww." I was so sorry!! Ah. Me and my elbows. 

So, apparently, the entire session last week, Elder Peterson's fly was down, and when he and his companion, Elder Cottrell, were changing, Elder Peterson said, "Dude, Cottrell . . . " "Uh, yeah?" "My fly was down the entire session." "Christmas!" XD

We were told that we were getting new "investigators" this week, and all of the elders were like, "But, what about Regina!?" "Regina!" "REGINA!" and the teacher who had played Regina turned to them with her same dead-serious look on her face and said, "Regina died." XD Still one of the best things ever, only second to when she roasted Elder Cottrell. 

So, on the way back to our casa after gym, Hermana Kurene had dropped her ket to the casa (this was her third time) and I just had to laugh so hard. Then, after we got to the casa, we went to get our laundry, and I guess she thought I was behind her but I was off doing something else (who knows what?) and all I could hear her say was, "I forget my card, forget my companion . . . " XD

Okay. Y'know when I talked about how Hermana Kurene tripped last week after I was so tempted to shove her off the ledge? Well, she tripped again! In the exact same spot, on the exact same day of the week, at the exact same time, in the exact same situation! I still die over that one. 

"Everything we read is so much bigger in Mexico." Me "Probably because they have poor eye sight . . . like me." Hermana Kurene "I have 20/20 vision." I say as I adjust my glasses. In total innocence and believing, Hermana Kurene said, "Ah yeah . . . " XD she's so funny and gullible. (It's like having another Nicole or Kendra ;) )

So, we were walking to the TALL lab, and these elders passed by and said, "Hey! He can dunk!" Later, Hermana Kurene said, "Awe man! I should have told them, 'Hey! She can dump--' Awe...no. Dunk. DUNK!" I laughed so hard for a solid 15 minutes, and when we walked into a building to get waterbottles filled up, I couldn't stop teasing her and laughing. Then, I realized there was a meeting going on and I had to go outside because I couldn't contain myself. XD I just prayed they didn't listen to me!

So, I was paired up with Elder Cottrell, and he was pretending to be a bishop and we were getting to know each other. It was just an interesting situation overall, and it still makes me laugh. He also tried to trick me by tapping my right shoulder as he went on my left side, but I was too tired to even look, so it backfired. THEN, oh my heck, THEN I was practicing our lesson with my companion, and he looked over at the wrong time! I had asked if Hermana Kurene (who was playing our investigator) would offer the prayer. Then, I broke character and made a face and said, "Don't you DARE say no to me!" And he'd witnessed the whole thing and I just died! "Don't look at me when I'm teaching, Elder Cottrell!" "Whoa, sorry!" Haha! 

OH MY GOSH! Okay, today at the temple, we were taking pictures before our session, and this little Mexican man who has totally stole my heart came up to the fence and started talking to us! He GAVE US HIS NUMBER and WANTS TO MEET THE MISSIONARIES! HOLY SNAP, RIGHT!? And it was the perfect moment in time, because I'd honestly been questioning why I had the desire to serve a mission when it was so hard. It's so worth it, and it's given me the motivation and love to work harder at Spanish. Oh my heavens, best day ever! :D 

I love you all, and I appreciate your support, love, and emails. It definitely helps me to get through another 7 days of . . . life. Gosh, it's hard to believe I'm working on my third week. I've almost been gone a month. And it feels like forever, but at the same time, the time has gone by so fast! 

As they say at the CCM, 

"A week at the CCM is like a day, and a day at the CCM is like a week." AMEN. 


--
Hermana Huber :)