So, this week will be a little short, but Ill do what I can to share my CCM life with you all. Well first off, the CCM is pronounced "seh seh emeh" cuz thats just how you say the Spanish alphabet. Fun fact for all you not-spanish speakers.
Okay, something to know: When you get into the MTC down here they give you this REALLY GOOD water bottle called "Seychelle" that is like the filter of all filters. One filter is good for a year, and since American stomachs cant handle the Peruvian water, its important that we have em. So yeah I have a good filter water bottle but I may be using this one, just cuz all the Mission presidents say its requireed.
Fun fact: In spanish, theres a word for the inside of your elbow. Its called your "antebrazo", or "ahn-teh-braw-so". I saw it on a bathroom sign once. Learning new things all over the place.
The rumors are true. When you go on a mission and decide to be a good missionary (still working on the "great" kind) ...you EARN those 8 hours of sleep they give you. Im not even in the field yet and 10:30 has become my daily heaven. The cool part, though, is that when 6:30 comes around, im doing okay. High school and college made me under the impression that Id never be able to stand that early again but I guess Im surviving well enough.
Im pretty proud of myself...we have actividad fisica everyday and Ive stopped hating it finally. I PLAY SOCCER. Do you know how much of a miracle that is? Also I did a P90x workout with some of my district. My abs and legs hated the stairs for like 2 days and then I was good. Still proud of myself though. So Im bragging.
You know what? Im in basically the most blessed part of America ever. Kind of. I miss the US. But just in case someone may not know--South America is where Lehi and his family came when they left Jerusalem. I WILL BE TEACHING THE LAMANITES. I will rant more on that later but I am SO so happy. The BOM talkis about my peoples ancestors. #killinit
One fun line. So were all learning spanish, right? me and my district i mean. So were trying to talk to our teaching, pretending to teach our teacher, and one of the elders, is DETERMINED, and SO FOCUSED that he doesnt hear us trying to correct him, as he teaches the teacher for a good 3 minutes about how the law of chastity is a punishment from God. Lol. He meant "commandment" but it just didnt work out for him.
Okay well I better go. But Just so you know, the language is bringing me close to the Big Guy upstairs. So so close, in fact. My trust in him is greater. You know how sometimes you cant do anything about a problem, and people tell you "well just pray about it"? Well, yup. Thats a thing. It works. My burdens have somehow been lightened. Learning a language in a new country with new people without being able to talk to my loved ones ever and also not being able to communicate to anyone AND keep myself from coming home is probably the hardest thing Ive ever had to do, but somehow, instead of God taking away those burdens, he just kinda takes off the weight. I still have all that to deal with, but he makes me happy. I am so so happy.
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