Thursday, September 29, 2016

Mi espaƱol es un poco mejor/My Spanish is a little better


Hola,

I'm so excited for conference this weekend.  I am taking your advice and praying to receive the teachings The Lord wants me to hear at this time.  They haven't told us much about how or where we'll be watching it.  We didn't get to watch the Women's Conference live.  We'll be able to watch it during the Priesthood Session on Saturday night.

This week has been great!  We have begun teaching through the TRC office.  I think last week I said it's "Teaching a Recent Convert," but it's actually Training Resource Center.  Entonces (So), we teach investigators who come onto the MTC campus.  Some may be mock investigators, pero (but) they don't tell us.  Viri is our first TRC investigator we're teaching.  We've taught her 3-4 times, and our lesson yesterday morning was awesome.  She's a student at BYU, pero she's from Mexico.  I really pushed myself to speak up more in lessons even if I make mistakes or need to ask Hermana Dodd for a palabra (word)/frase (phrase) I don't know.  One of our teachers, Hermano Workman, sort of chastised us for not speaking Espanol outside of the classroom.  He said if God commands us to speak our mission language, to use the words we know, and to try in Espanol first, then we do it.  It's His work, so we do it His way.  I really tried this week to be better speaking the language outside of class, and I really believe I was blessed.  Our lesson was incredible.  Viri is having a hard time understanding what's she's being taught in classes about el Libro de Mormon, entonces we wanted to help her understand.  We started by reading the introduction of el Libro de Mormon.  We encouraged her to stop us if she had any preguntas (questions).  She needed verification on who the Nephites were and that Jesus visited them.  I was speaking and explaining without much hesitation.  It was so neat.  As we walked out of the TRC room, Hermana Dodd just explodes and says "You did SO GOOD!"  She said she just sat back and allowed me to do teach.  It was great.  My faith in el don de lenguas (the gift of tongues) is growing day by day. 

My studies have been focused on the first three lessons from Preach My Gospel.  I feel so behind because I was so here and there with activity in the church for so many years.  I barely read my scriptures and when I was at church, I was there but I wasn't active.  My thoughts have really been focused on baptism lately. I think I had mentioned that our district participates in MTC choir.  Brother Eggett is the choir director and he's SO POWERFUL.  He teaches seminary in the Provo area as well, so he's just stellar all around.  This week, we're singing "Baptism" from the Children's Songbook.  He always gives a lesson while we're singing.  On Sunday, he shared a lot of stories from his mission in Brazil.  One of them was about a man they met who had been baptized into the Catholic church.  They taught him about the law pertaining to baptism, and he really liked the idea about being able to choose baptism.  After be was baptized, he stopped attending church.  They went to visit him, and he denied being a part of The Church.  He said he wanted to be baptized the right way, and that was it.  So heartbreaking, especially for him and his companion.  During practice, Bro. Eggett asked us why we get baptized.  He would pick people out of the congregation. A person would answer, and he'd ask "Why?" to their response.  Someone would provide more information, and he'd continue to ask "Why?"  It was uncomfortable, but it really got us thinking about all of the aspects of baptism.  We have practice tonight, and I'm so excited to hear more and learn more and feel more.  

Our district is great. We've become very close, but Satan is trying to break us.  At the beginning of our time here, we were getting along so well.  Even Brother Nay, a member of the Branch Presidency, said we were unusually close-like a family.  As soon as that happened, Satan came in and has been trying to wreck our spirits ever since.  He's working double overtime to tear us apart.  Yesterday morning I was doing personal study, but the Elders were laughing and looking at pictures on each other's cameras.  I was getting so frustrated because that seems to be the way things are going lately.  We try to set goals to do better, act better, study better, obey better, and then the next day it ends up being exactly opposite of how we wanted it to be.  Some days I get discouraged being 29 in a group of teenagers because their maturity levels are, well, at a teenage level.  Then I have to remember that they're all at the early part of their missions.  The MTC is such a small part of the mission.  Of course they're going to be immature at times and goof around.  They're teenagers.  We all need growth! 

My companion is sweet.   I pray every morning, night, and times in between to love her and to see her as Our Heavenly Father sees her.  

Every day I have my eyes opened to just how much Christ loves me.  He suffered in Gethsemene for me. For when I get discouraged in class because I don't know a word or don't understand what the teacher is saying.  He died on the cross for ME so that I could return to my Heavenly Father.  He accepted God's plan and accepted being our Savior.  Our evening teacher, Hermana Hartshorn, was role playing with Elder Faber.  He was an investigator and she was teaching him about The Restoration.  She asked "How would you have felt to be in Christ's church when He was here?"  I pondered her question for myself, and I became teary-eyed.  It's unfathomable to think about being in Christ's presence.  The love I feel for The Savior has grown so much since being here.  His love is perfect.

I can't believe I've been in the MTC for 20 days.  I'm almost half way there.  I'll be receiving my travel plans, and I'll be off to Kentucky before I know it!  The MTC really is such a great place.  I think I'd probably enjoy it even more if I were in the same age group as the majority, but I'm grateful I don't have to worry about developing crushes or flirting with Elders.  I really don't know how they do it.  

Love you and miss you!  Thanks again for the package and the sweet sweet letter. šŸ’•
-- 
Hermana Boyson
Kentucky Louisville Mission

​ Elder Faber at the computer with Hermana Dodd holding up a peace sign.  Elder Faber is reserved and diligent. Elder Winkie taking a picture of us taking a picture :)​ 
Elder Briggs is so hilarious.  He always gets us laughing even when we're not supposed to (especially when we're not supposed to).  Elder Monkeya is our District Leader.  He's got a great heart and loves to smile
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The picture of us four girls is from today.  It's so nice to wear street clot
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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Blessed

Hola,

My most personal experience so far was at the beginning of the week.  I was/am obviously struggling with the language and feeling settled about being here.  I had been feeling like I needed to go home, and I had had the thought to ask for/receive a blessing.  Someone in our zone had mentioned it and then I think someone from home had recommended it.  I was having a really difficult day with a lot of discouragement.  I was crying in class and after lunch Elder Winkie came to me and asked if I'd like a blessing.  In the blessing he said that Heavenly Father was proud of me for serving Him and His children.  He blessed me to learn the language.  It was exactly what I needed.  It's reaffirmed my testimony of God's love for me and His awareness of my struggles. 
  My Branch Pres. wants us to read it in our mission language.  

I love my whole district, but Hermana Jackson from Delaware is my favorite.  We just get each other.  She's a spitfire and has a great sense of humor.  We just laugh together.  We were paired with each other yesterday for the first time in class. Something struck us funny and we couldn't keep it together.  We had to go out into the hall to compose ourselves.  


Miss you and love you!

-- 
Hermana Boyson
Kentucky Louisville Mission

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

First week in the books

Hello! 

Thank you so much for the DearElder!  Will you put that on my blog/Facebook?  A girl in my district got 6 DearElders yesterday and I got a wedding announcement from my friend.  That was a small blow to my heart. 

There was NO screaming on the way to or getting to the MTC!  It was like walking through a door to be honest.  It was seamless and I was totally calm.  Totally not like me.  The woman who gave me my badge commented on how perky I was when I came up to her.  The calmness I've felt here (most times) is eerie, but I'm grateful for it.  El Espiritu (The Spirit) is very strong here.  It's amazing.  One thing I'm having trouble with is exact obedience.  Exact obedience is necessary, I can see that, but it's also turning a lot of us into judgmental, self-righteous people.  We're all nit picking others about shoe styles, interactions with others of the opposite sex, proximity of companionships, and other rules.   For example, the rule about mail is that we're required to wait to open letters until 9:20.  The district sitting behind us opened their mail at dinnertime (5:45), and my district made a big fuss about it.  I know rules are necessary, especially as missionaries, but like I said, we're so worried about what others are doing.

​I'm struggling with the language!  It's so hard!! I'm the worst out of everyone in my class. ​The language is the most difficult and discouraging part.  Being with someone all of the time is really hard, too.  I'm not picking up the language as well as I thought I would or as well as I'd like, so that's hard.  Things are getting better as the days go by, but I'm still behind everyone else.  We have been teaching a mock investigator since the third day, and it's been REALLY hard. The experience is good though.  Hermana Dodd carries us through the lessons.  Last night, we taught the "investigator" about The Restoration and The Book of Mormon, and he asked why God and Jesus appeared to Joseph Smith.  We weren't prepared to answer his question in Spanish, so all I could muster was "Jose preparar y listo" (Joseph was prepared and ready).  Uugh.  It's so hard!  I started a gratitude journal with the journal my best friend, Abby, gave me, and last night I wrote about being grateful for prayer and the gift of tongues.  Even though I'm not anywhere near where I need to or want to be, I am slowly recognizing more words and being able to use more as well.  I'm trying to open my mouth and use what  I know, but I know very little that opening my mouth wouldn't get my very far.  Uugh.

My companion is Hermana Dodd from guess where?  Louisville!  So cool, right?  She's 20, she's a sweetheart and means well.  She hums while she's doing most things, and she has kind of a high squeaky voice.  She is very much a rule follower and takes exact obedience VERY seriously.  

The other hermanas in our district, Hermana Jackson and Hermana Johnson, are great.  Hermana Jackson is hilarious.  She's from Delaware and has a slight accent.  She's sarcastic and fun-loving.  Hermana Johnson is from Idaho and runs into someone she knows or someone who has a mutual friend almost every day.  It's nuts. She's personable so I think Elders think she's flirting with them.  She eats really clean and only snacks on almonds and craisins.  I wish I had her eating habits. :)  The Elders in my district are Elder Briggs from Montana, Elder Faber from UT, Elder Winkie from Missouri, and Elder Mongkeya from UT, but originally from Micronesia.  We all get along really well.  I really enjoy our district.  It's weird that even with a huge age gap, we all converse easily and laugh together. 
​I wish I could write more, but my laundry is finished and we're off to temple! me!

-- 
Hermana Boyson
Kentucky Louisville Mission

Here are pictures from the MTC!  The picture of the four of us hermanas from our district.  L to R Hermana Dodd, me, Hma Johnson, and Hma Jackson.  ​



Thursday, September 8, 2016

First day...

Hola, familia y amigos!

I only have a few minutes to email.  Today has been great!  I'm exhausted, but the Spirit here is so strong and everyone is so nice.  We had our first class in our mission language, and I was like a deer in headlights. Our instructor would say a word, phrase, or sentence and then say "Que significa?" which means "What's the significance?" or "What does it mean?" I would just stare.  Just stared.  I thought I was a little better than I actually am.  There are missionaries in my class who are already pretty good. 

Gotta go!  Love you all. 

-- 
Hermana Boyson
Kentucky Louisville Mission

On the way to the MTC