wellll helllllllllllllllloooooooooooolalala. and welcome back to SO YOU THINK YOU CAN BAPTIZE....
John, consider that your shoutout for the next year. Sarah, I'm a writer. I steal whatever lines I think are funny. but let's give it up for the world's best dad! HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD! I was thinking about you and Grandpa yesterday. Sorry I couldn't call to tell you. Gosh I've just been thinking about you a lot lately...what with you being the birthday boy and all and then father's day... once or twice...all summer. Plus I got this wonderfully unharmed tape in the mail with your sweet leetle voice a talkin to me (he's a talkin to me! okay he's a talking to jew) since nobody else but you wanted to talk into it. I'm glad you love me dad. That's why you win a hundred points in the celestial kingdom and an all expense paid trip to ... West Valley! You da BEST...I LOVE it!
As for me...I'm just with me by myself out here NOT in Powell but in lots hotter weather than ya'll while you're with your husbands, and your girlfriends (spencer) and all of the above in beautiful red rock canyons with slight breezes over the water. We're boiling here in H-Town. In fact, THE mission :) is having problems with heat exhaustion so we've been encouraged to take two hour lunch breaks when it gets over one hundred if we are outside for most of the day. Man, they're really going to have to twist our arms to get us to obey that rule. haha. But...it's actually justified. I had to quote Sand Lot about two hundred times last week ALONE. (I'm baking like a toasted cheeser it's so HOT out here!) So I'm sure Sister Warner appreciates the new lunch rule. It's just not that spiritual for the investigator when we're talking to them and we've got buckets of water rolling off our face and down our backs. classy.
Speaking of Sister Warner - I'm a huge fan. She's so awesome! I knew it was a companionship made in heaven when we were at an investigator's house and we had an unexpected guest come in so I kinda leaned over and said "do you think we should change our lesson plan?" and she came back at me in an english accent with "I don't know mother, I'm only here for the food." (EVER AFTER) hahahahhaha so she loves movies and we quote them all the time and we talk in voices so john watch out becuase we're sending a tape your way and after the way you made fun of me in the one you sent I'm thinking we might giggle for about a half hour and talk in voices and inside jokes for the rest! haha. But no - we're having a blast. She hit the ground running and her spanish gets better every day. She's a great teacher - She's really smart and really confident and just fun. Plus she's hilarious. Okay I think you get the picture. I feel like I live with Adrian Swenson. hahaha Best friends forever. like, she's my BFF. plus she lives next door to Disneyland so it's always good to have a connection there. Happiest Place on Earth.
MaryJane! I've got a story for you. our investigator Angelica is pregnant with her first baby and it's a girl and she wants to name it something "different." (in other words, she doesn't like the name Maria) So she was asking us our names. She liked Rebeca because it works in Spanish and in English but then I started naming all of my sisters and when I said MaryJane she got all excited and wrote it down and everything so she loves your name! haha if she names her baby maryjane that will be so cool. I hope it grows up to be just like you (baptized and everything. haha)
other than that, we're just waiting to go teach Eugene again tonight (he was sick all last week so that was kindof a bummer) and we're excited about the Ochoa Family who have now come to church for the past two sundays! there's about five of them above baptismal age but we're not going to count any chickens before they've hatched. haha just FYI.
Hope ya'll are doin well! We're Lovin' it out here! These are the best days of our lives...aside from my dusty old mailbox. cough. cough.
love you!
Becca
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Never too late
Hey everybody!
Sorry to keep you hanging yesterday, we obviously couldn't write since the libraries were down for memorial day. But I have a story this week!
One dark day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight...jk. But one dark morning at six o clock two sister missionaries were startled to a state of wakefulness by loud, long banging on their front door. This is their story. Actually my story. That's right. I"m that llama...missionary....whatever. So anwyays. There I am, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and standing at the foot of Harry's bed asking (in a voice about two octaves lower than my usual because i just woke up) "is somebody knocking?" That was one of those stupid questions we sometimes ask that have a REALLY obvious answer. So she's like "yeah." (duh!) and so then I asked if she'd come with me to get the door. After all, we are alone in a strange state. And it was six in the morning. I looked out the peephole first (might I add, I was pretty excited to be the one looking out the peep hole instead of the one being looked out at for a change!) and saw a guy standing with his hands on hips, in a white shirt and tie and a little black tag. (it's the black spot!...that's for you dad, do you know it?) So, seeing how he was "one of us" I opened the door, and in slow motion he turned and looked at me and the look of suprise on his face was priceless! hahaahaha he jsut said... "Broadway elders?" and I said " broadway hermanas." haha then he started saying how sorry he was and basically blubbering all over the doorstep. That's okay though. He was looking for some elders from the south mission that also live in our apt. complex. He didnt' know which number they lived in so we had to walk around in front of their car with their headlights shining on us in our pajamas to show them where it was! ahhaa they were heading to the temple. The only bad thing is, he's not from our mission so I don't see him much to tease him relentlessly for that! I just wish that I would have said "yeah they're in the back bedroom, let me get them" when he asked for the broadway elders! Give me a break though, i'd only been awake thirty seconds. I was lucky to get any words out, let alone something witty. But it was pretty exciting for us missionaries who never have anything out of routine to interrupt our little perfect schedule.
Also, we had a cool experience with a recent convert who was assigned to give a talk in sacrament meeting so we went over to help her write it. She told us how her friend recently got mad at her for arriving late to work because she was feeding us (awkward). and her friend said, "obligation before devotion." But Hermana told me that she doesnt' agree with her friend. She said that is how she had always lived her life until four years ago when her husband died in a car accident and everything changed. She said she wants to put devotion to god and her loved ones before any sort of worldly obligation because that is what really matters and that is what will last, and you never know when it will be too late. I thought that was a really good thought. And I thought it was cool to see how her membership in the church has helped her to change her priorities so that she doesn't have to look back on any more of her life and feel like she was spending time in the wrong places. I also felt so grateful that when I get to be her age, I won't have to look back on a life of doing things the wrong way and learning from it, but I'll be able to look back and see that being obedient to what I've learned in the gospel has brought me so much happiness, the way i know mom and dad do. So much better that way!
okay sorry this one is short again, but i'm almost out of time. I love you all and miss you.
love Becca
p.s. pray for Eugene!
Sorry to keep you hanging yesterday, we obviously couldn't write since the libraries were down for memorial day. But I have a story this week!
One dark day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight...jk. But one dark morning at six o clock two sister missionaries were startled to a state of wakefulness by loud, long banging on their front door. This is their story. Actually my story. That's right. I"m that llama...missionary....whatever. So anwyays. There I am, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and standing at the foot of Harry's bed asking (in a voice about two octaves lower than my usual because i just woke up) "is somebody knocking?" That was one of those stupid questions we sometimes ask that have a REALLY obvious answer. So she's like "yeah." (duh!) and so then I asked if she'd come with me to get the door. After all, we are alone in a strange state. And it was six in the morning. I looked out the peephole first (might I add, I was pretty excited to be the one looking out the peep hole instead of the one being looked out at for a change!) and saw a guy standing with his hands on hips, in a white shirt and tie and a little black tag. (it's the black spot!...that's for you dad, do you know it?) So, seeing how he was "one of us" I opened the door, and in slow motion he turned and looked at me and the look of suprise on his face was priceless! hahaahaha he jsut said... "Broadway elders?" and I said " broadway hermanas." haha then he started saying how sorry he was and basically blubbering all over the doorstep. That's okay though. He was looking for some elders from the south mission that also live in our apt. complex. He didnt' know which number they lived in so we had to walk around in front of their car with their headlights shining on us in our pajamas to show them where it was! ahhaa they were heading to the temple. The only bad thing is, he's not from our mission so I don't see him much to tease him relentlessly for that! I just wish that I would have said "yeah they're in the back bedroom, let me get them" when he asked for the broadway elders! Give me a break though, i'd only been awake thirty seconds. I was lucky to get any words out, let alone something witty. But it was pretty exciting for us missionaries who never have anything out of routine to interrupt our little perfect schedule.
Also, we had a cool experience with a recent convert who was assigned to give a talk in sacrament meeting so we went over to help her write it. She told us how her friend recently got mad at her for arriving late to work because she was feeding us (awkward). and her friend said, "obligation before devotion." But Hermana told me that she doesnt' agree with her friend. She said that is how she had always lived her life until four years ago when her husband died in a car accident and everything changed. She said she wants to put devotion to god and her loved ones before any sort of worldly obligation because that is what really matters and that is what will last, and you never know when it will be too late. I thought that was a really good thought. And I thought it was cool to see how her membership in the church has helped her to change her priorities so that she doesn't have to look back on any more of her life and feel like she was spending time in the wrong places. I also felt so grateful that when I get to be her age, I won't have to look back on a life of doing things the wrong way and learning from it, but I'll be able to look back and see that being obedient to what I've learned in the gospel has brought me so much happiness, the way i know mom and dad do. So much better that way!
okay sorry this one is short again, but i'm almost out of time. I love you all and miss you.
love Becca
p.s. pray for Eugene!
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