Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Carta #3 It's like the Hunger Games Up in Here!‏

So one day this week was a Saint's Day. Our Teachers say that they are so frequent here - but the Mexicans just love a reason to party. They shoot off these cannon sounds through out the city day and night (Basically Fireworks without the fire part) Here at the CCM we joke that they sound like the cannons in the Hunger Games. Every time one is set off groups of missionaries raise 3 fingers to the sky and do the HG whistle. It has become quite the joke.

So I said in my first letter that I thought my room was better than my college dorm that may have been a little over exaggeration but I think that is because I am so spoiled here. Why CCM is Hogwarts # 16- we basically have little house elves that take care of our every need. They bring us new sheets every week, leave little treats on our pillows, clean our bathrooms and cook us amazing food.

Speaking of food in the cafeteria I have found myself growing disappointed when they serve American food. I crave Mexican food. They do things right here. And lunch is always the best meal.

Another thing I love here are the Sunday night devotionals. We have recorded ones from general authorities speaking in Provo (Usually pretty old ones, but I'm not complaining) They are rad. Elder Bednar is SO powerful and so passionate about missionary work. I love his talks, I always feel the spirit and learn new things. My testimony that God calls living prophets and apostles on the earth today is strengthened so much when I hear them speak on Sundays.

I'm still plugging along with the Spanish. I am SO glad they no longer have 12 week programs for Spanish. As much as I am learning here, what the teachers keep saying is that you really learn the most when you are submerged in the culture.
I did feel really happy in a lesson this week when I suddenly was able to remember all these new words I had been studying. It was a real testament to me that if you study the spirit can recall things to your mind. I have been trying really hard to be diligent with my studies this week and while some days it feels like I am learning nothing, that nothing is getting through my thick skull there are other moments when everything just clicks. These moments are rare but I think it has taught me a lot about how God works. He expects a lot from us but when we do all that is required we will be blessed.

While I am on obedience I think I am starting to learn a little bit more clearly what people were talking about when they said live with exact obedience...
We have been asked not to lay on the grass here at the CCM. We may sit on it or walk on it but not lay. I thought that they had probably put the rule in place so that no sisters would look indecent as they laid down and possibly struggle with keeping their skirts modest. One day when no one was around me and my companion were sitting on the grass and decided it would be fine to lay down. Just for a minute, I mean no one was around and we were sure to make sure our skirts were in place. It wasn't until we got back to the classroom that our arms started to itch. We remember seeing the workers put down fertilizer in the grass earlier that morning and than realized that perhaps the rule was not so we would look indecent but because they didn't want us to get fertilizer on our skin. The itching was not too persistent and after a shower we were fine but it made me realize that even the seemingly stupid rules have a purpose and that it is important to follow them with exactness.

We had to say goodbye to some awesome friends in our zone this week which was sad. They have been amazing mentors to us. Hermana Graham and I have been put in as Hermana leaders now for our district. I love her. I feel so blessed to have her as a companion. Her, Hermana Wagstaff and Hermana Salazar are seriously the COOLEST people. I love them so much. I am so blessed to have them around.

I think that is all for this week! I love this time I get to read your letters. thanks for all the love and prayers headed this way. I can feel them. I am praying for all of you. .
With Love, Always Hermana Saunders

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