Hey friends and fam,
This week wasn´t all that eventful. I've been pretty sick all week with
some kind of nasty virus.
Anyway, I´ve made it to solo español! Which means we´re not allowed to
speak any English, before, during, after classes."The only time it´s allowed is
when you´re dreaming." I´ve made really good friends with the workers in the
cafeteria here. I speak to them for 5-10 minutes at every meal. They always tell
me how good my accent and my spanish is, so that feels good. Every time they see
me they all say "Hey sister Se-ars!" They brush up my spanish, I brush up their
English hahaha. They´re hilarious.
Spanish is going well, Hermana Terry and I decided we would memorize 100
words/ day on top of class. I like the challenge.
We´ve found a new way to keep ourselves entertained here. It´s scare Elder
Curzon. He is the jumpiest person ever, so we take every opportunity. It´s all
the entertainment we´ve got hahah.
It´s definitely rainy season here, the storms keep coming. Every single day
around dinner time the clouds roll in and put on quite the show. Like no storm
youve been in before, haha. The sky becomes a strobe light, the lightning is so
cool. The power always goes off at night. (Shout-out to Hunter for the rain
boots.)
Our district has become so close. They´re so great. Pretty funny, there was
a particular Elder no one likes here (he´s "that guy") that kept sitting by me
during sunday night movies and devotionals, and a couple guys in my district
went and told him to leave "Our hermanas" alone. Lol
This week we were all sharing our feelings when we received our stateside
mission calls. Everyone in my district is going stateside. Elder Curzon shared
when he opened his, how he began crying, but as soon as he read his call the
tears "literally went back into my eyes." hahaha we can all relate.
By the way, a tide to go pen from missionarypackagemx.com would
be much appreciated. We can receive packages same day through it. My clothes are
suffering ,haha.
We got to go to the Mexico City temple today. AKA ,we finally got to leave
the prison walls of the CCM. The city is crazy. But so amazing. And different.
(Pictures included.)
So I am the only missionary flying out to Pittsburgh, so I´ll be the only
one flying solo haha. I´m not mad, it´ll be my last time alone for a year and a
half. I´m not complaining. This time will be easier, haha. At the Salt Lake
Airport when I said goodbye to you guys and stood om security sobbing, I looked
behind me and saw the woman behind me had also started crying, noticing I was a
departing missionary. And then the woman in front of me. And then another, until
there were three ladies around me crying with me. Chain reaction I guess
haha.
I´ve only met a few people here with connections to Pittsburgh, but
everyone says how much the people they knew that served in Pittsburgh struggled.
I guess people there are pretty closed-minded. The mission averages one baptism
a year. I pray every night for the people I am yet to meet.
Testimony will never be enough for a person. If you are truly converted to
the Lord, not the church, a program, not the missionaries, you will never fall
away. The church will always be true, but people will not always be true to the
church. The people I will meet will not remember everything I say, but I hope
they will remember the way they felt. You never know the impact you can have on
people.
Elder Cope said something pretty powerful, that those people we will meet
and help will be there on our judgement day, begging and pleading for our
mercy.
It is hard not to be incredibly hard on yourself here. But in a few short
weeks, my real mission will start, I just want to be ready.
"If you go looking for yourself, you will never find it. When you lose
yourself, then you will find yourself."
I had a cool teaching experience this week. We practice teach our teachers,
Hermana Dominguez and Hermano Salvador. This week I was teaching Hermana
Dominguez. As I was teaching I felt like I should read a scripture, Ether 12:4.
As she began reading the scripture, she started crying and couldn´t finish. She
told me that today I was inspired to teach Hermana Dominguez, not Marisela, the
investigator she was pretending to be. She told me this was exactly what she
needed. The first time I have made a real difference. This is why I am here. As
I spoke the words came to me so easily. In Spanish.
That´s all for this week. Love you all lots.
Keep the support coming. Hasta luego.
Hermana Sears
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