I feel like so much happened this week and at the same time, literally nothing happened. haha. but we'll review it, there were some fun adventures along the way.
Wednesday: I got a delightful text from Sister McCurdy informing me that I got to choose the menu for MLC. Hello that is dreams! I get to choose whatever American food I want, and Sister McCurdy will cook it. Except, also that is incredibly hard to choose. I don't even remember american food. But it's been fun to try to figure it out. I of course consulted with my main cohort Sister Anderson so we could figure it out together. I think we're gonna stick with some solid mexican food. I'm stoked. Last week it was a random holiday, where everyone closes down everything and just goes swimming at the beach. So everything was closed, and we couldn't do much. So I went all "Extreme Home Makeover-Missionary Apartment Addition" on our house. We had some really nice desks that were outside, they were nice wooden desks with shelves and drawers, but we were using some lame plastic desks. The wooden desks were all sorts of dirty and beat up. They had termites. So I spent a week going out every morning and treating them for termites, then on Wednesday it happened. I washed them up, got them lookin good, fixed or took off the broken parts, and then moved them inside. I rearranged our whole house. Stace would be proud. We've got some serious missionary ambiance happening in our house. Our desks are lookin mighty nice. It just works better. I love it now. It makes me feel so much less stressed. I was seriously going crazy moving furniture and cleaning and man, it finally feels like home in Siaton. I love it so much.
Thursday: It was Half Christmas! Or, it was just the halfway mark to Christmas. I explained it to Sister Mandid. I made us listen to Christmas Motab and all was right in the world. We went out and worked and just had a normal day, and then around 8:00 at night as we are getting ready to walk home she says "ooohhhh half christmas" and I about fell on the ground laughing, because it finally clicked with her. We had a lot of fun with it.
Friday: It was weekly planning. But I had to do it alone! Man, missionary work is way more fun with a companion. Three hours worth of planning by yourself is stress city. We got on a bus to go out to work, and I sat next to an amazing woman named Rose. She is 36 and has to travel three hours three times a week for dialysis because she has liver failure and is waiting for a donor. It was such a cool conversation with her. I don't know why, but it just stuck out to me so much. I love being able to just talk to people as a missionary. I loved being able to tell her that Heavenly Father had a plan for her, and teach her about how she can find peace, despite her heavy, heavy, trials. Missionary work is so cool. We went out to teach a family, but when we got there, they were busy painting the house. I busted out the old "my dad is a painter card" Ohhhh how many times it has worked. They insisted that we couldn't because we would get dirty, so I walked over and grabbed the wet paintbrush with my hands so my hands had paint on them and then said "well, looks like I'm already dirty" they laughed and told me I was a stubborn thing. They decided I could paint. But only after giving me a change of clothes. The clothes they gave me is a giant Nissan jumpsuit. Brother worked in Dubai at a Nissan Dealership as a painter, so he gave me this awesome jumpsuit to wear. I painted the whole left half of the outside of his house. I loved it. It was so much fun. We talked about Nissans. I told him about my dad, and that we like our Nissans. We talked about our favorite models haha. It was really funny. And then as we finished painting I changed and gave him his jumpsuit back and he insisted that i keep it. He would not take it back hahaha. Dad, you can have it upon my arrival home. It's pretty sick though, it surely makes for a good story.
Saturday: It was just filled with millions of goodbyes for Sister Mandid. Everyone wanted to see her one last time. We had a member come over to fix our house up a bit, and he decided to install a shower head for me! WHAT. I haven't had a shower head in over a year. So he set it up, but as usual our water was out on Saturday. We didn't think about it, went out at work. Had a crazy busy day. Got fed dinner with the Daviss. It was so simple and wonderful. We sat on the ground and had our plates and the food all around us and we ate rice, tiny fish that you eat whole, and bamboo. It was actually so good. We came home and discovered our whole house to be flooded for two different reasons. One, the shower was on all day...oh heavens. As soon as the water came back, it just stayed on for hours and hours. Secondly, because of the crazy rain, our roof started leaking...so in one of our rooms we had a swimming pool. The rains came down and the floods came up. The joys.
Sunday: We got Sister Mandid all packed up and sent off on a bus at about 8 in the morning. I had someone come and sit with me before it was time to go to church. Church was weird not having a companion. It was so hard! Missionary work was absolutely made for two people! I worked with one of the Davis girls on Sunday. It was fun after church we stopped at our apartment and grabbed a bunch of food and then took it over to their house and cooked lunch and ate together. I didn't have a companion, and I was just with this solid family cooking and I suddenly realized, that this was a normal sunday. And I missed home. I wasn't homesick, I just missed my family. I missed Sundays. I had forgotten what it felt like. It was such a weird feeling. We worked that day, and then blessedly the Bayawan Sisters came over so I had a companion and they had a sleepover.
Monday: It was such a strange feeling. I have my own house and phone right now. I miss having a companion. I've been rocking the trio life for the last couple of days. We went to district meeting and I recieved my last transfer calls of my mission. I will be working with Sister Curameng. She is a Filipina as well! The Filipina Revolution continues! Its funny, the first nine months of my mission I had Americans, and then from nine months until now (with the brief three week exception of SIster Lefler) I've had Filipina's. I'm excited. I don't know Sister Curameng at all. I don't even know what she looks like. I think I met her once? But she is a new STL. So I will be training her on the ropes of Sister Training Leader Life before I go home. I'm excited. It should be good. Then, the Bacong Sisters came and I've been working with them. Sister K and Sister Dunn. I love these sisters. We worked in Siaton on Monday, and then yesterday, we were in Bacong. I've been learning all about Fiji. I love these sisters. They are so good. I miss having a companion haha. But I've got some good company. And that's my week. It's been busy and yet not a lot to report. However, I do have a study to share.
As I stand on the brink of my very last transfer, I am so filled with emotions and feelings. It's a weird concept to not think "I wonder who my next companion will be, or maybe I'll serve there or with her or yada yada yada" I have my eleventh and final companion. There is finality in this transfer call. It's strange, missions actually come to an end. For the longest time, that felt impossible. yet here I stand. I studied a talk this week by Elder Holland called "The Best is Yet to Be" the scriptural theme for this talk is Luke 17:32 where the Savior cautions to "remember Lot's wife". Remember that the Lord commanded lot and his family to escape Sodom and Gomorrah. And commanded that they look not behind them. And then Lots wife looked back and turned into a pillar of sand. He talked about how it wasn't the she looked back, but that she looked back longingly. She looked back doubting that anything the lord could give her in teh future would be better than what she had. He talked about how we often make the same mistake and yearn to go back to a world that cannot be lived in , and just focus and yearn to go back and constantly be dissatisfied with our current circumstances that we miss out on everything. He said at the end "I plead with you not to dwell on days now gone nor to yearn vainly for yesterdays, however good those yesterdays may have been. The past is to learned from but not lived in. And when we have learned what we need to learn and have brought with us the best ahead and remember that faith is always pointed toward the future. Faith always has to do with blessings and truths and events that will yet be efficacious in our lives." It made me think how Curtis always says "The best is yet to come. I've been blessed with a wonderful mission. Amazing companions who have become my best friends. Areas and members that have become my home and family. But I can't look back. I can't go back. This transfer is going to be the best yet. Remember lots wife. I'm not lookin back, The best is yet to be. So come what may and Love it.
Sister Carlee Beyer