Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Remember lots wife.

Hi my lovelies.  I'm going to go ahead and begin by asking for all the return missionaries out there to send me some last transfer.  I'm officially on the brink of my last transfer.  We're down to weeks. Throw all your wisdom and advice at me for the last transfer here as a missionary.  
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.  
Love, 
Sister Carlee Beyer

the procrastination station.







I've done it worse than usual this time.  I have less than thirty minutes.  I'm just like a little bit of a stress case today, so I kept doing anything else rather than writing this email haha.  This was quite the week in the life of Sister Beyer.  It has poured rain every single day this week.  POURED.  On top of other challenges, the rain was the icing on the cake haha.  It's been challenging for sure.  Brady, I love you endlessly for my rain jacket.  It's saving me.  I'm not a rain girl.  I would much rather it be 7 million degrees than even sprinkling.  I'm from Utah!  It doesn't rain in Utah haha.  However, I think that this week Heavenly Father was trying to get me to learn some lessons.  I think I need to be a quicker learner hahaha.  Also. I realized the other day that this is the last call for letters.  If you want to write me a letter and have me actually recieve it, it must be in the mailbox in America in the next two weeks.  Just saying.  Or hinting.  Whatever.  ;)
Last Wednesday: Sister Mandid and I decided that we needed to buy some matching pajamas.  Oh Philippines and your obsession with matching.  Friends and family, prepare yourselves.  There may be mandatory matching upon my arrival home.  We went home and deep, deep cleaned the house.  It was yucky.  I attacked it and it took me like two solid hours.  That night we had the Bayawan Sisters stay with us for our last set of exchanges.  We came running out of our room in our matching pajamas and they almost fell off their chairs laughing so hard at us.  I remember I used to be so intimidated by the STLs before.  I don't want anyone to feel that they need to be scared of me or anything.  So I do my best to be loud, and fun, and just...Carlee.  Or Sister Beyer I guess haha.  It's one of my favorite parts of my mission right now.  
Thursday: I had the privileged to work with Sister Serapion.  And it truly was a privilege.  That girl is strong.  She has gone through some impossible things in her life.  It isn't my story to tell, but it suffices me to say that she shouldn't be alive right now, and that in an incredibly real sense, she knows Jesus Christ personally.  I loved working with her and talking with her throughout the day.  She is another really young missionary, but she is just a powerhouse.  The day was rough. We were viscously punted.  Ferociously punted.  We just walked and walked and walked and no one wanted to talk to us haha.  We even had one of our investigators pull the "actually I'm busy right now...and actually could you just never come back" card on us.  Oooh, that's gotta hurt.  And then...it started to rain.  It felt like a bad missionary movie haha.  It was stressful.  I felt like such a bad sister training leader.  But that's just part of the game of missionary work.  On the way home, we stopped and I bought us beverages.  Mom, you know the importance of a beverage when you are stressed.  We had some great interviews, but it was funny because it was raining so hard, we were having a really powerful interiew with Sister Serapion, but because it was raining so loud, we were literally yelling haha.  Good times.  
Friday: I was in complete and utter stress mode.  It was weekly planning.  It was pouring rain and  hot and humid in our house so my hair was on top of my head.  We were weekly planning trying to figure out where to go and where to tract and how to find a teaching pool and suddenly we hear someone ayo at our door.  I look out side and it is President and Sister McCurdy, Sister and Elder Nelson and the Assistants.  UM WHAT.  Mind you, we live approximately 8 hours away from the mission home.  There was no warning.  They came over for apartment checks.  Oh the stress was through the roof.  Thank heavens I attacked the house last Wednesday.  It was really great to see them though, and they gave our house a gold star of approval (oh mom, you would be so proud) and we were able to talk with them a bit.  Then they left and I was still a complete and utter stress case.  haha.  We worked, and were once again punted in the pouring rain.  I'm talking, sheets of rain.  You walk outside and within minutes are soaked for the rest of the day.  The joys of missionary work.  I'm just grateful for the jacket from Brady.  It makes it so that only about two inches above my knee and down get wet from the rain.  Blessings from on high.  We stopped by a members house.  She took one look at us and ushered us inside and gave us hot chocolate and bisquits and let us teach her.  Bless that sweet sweet Nanay Garcia.  On our walk home, I decided I needed to stop at the A.C.T. and check it out.  What does ACT stand for you ask?  Aircon Convenience Store Toilet.  hahaha.  And it is exactly that.  You pay three pesos and you can use their aircon CR (or restroom) and it is NICE.  Totally worth three pesos.  Other than church facilities, that is the nicest CR (restroom) I have seen my entire mission.  And it is aircon.  And has some lovely snacks you can also purchase at the convenience store.  I think they are absolutely genius haha.  
Saturday:  There is a calendaria here that we go to all the time because they have the best calderetta.  It's a kind of food.  But I love it.  Saturday was a slow day, just a lot of tracting and teaching and finding and such.  
Sunday:  It was fathers day. I missed my dad.  :)  One of the members invited us over for lunch (BLESSINGS) and then we went out to work.  My heavens, this is one for the books.  We were teaching a new investigator.  It was our second time teaching her.  WHEN HER PASTOR SHOWS UP.  He shows up and basically tells us that we aren't welcome there.  We were really kind, and said that we would leave, and we didn't want to cause any problems.  He starts trying to bash with us.  Sister Mandid was silent. But I just told him kindly that we would leave.  Man, he threw some mean words at us.  He was not a happy camper.  He had a lot to say about us.  As we left, I thanked him for his service as a religious leader.  He didn't care to thank me haha.  It was one for the books.  And we also found out on Sunday that Sister Mandid's grandfather had passed away.  It was a hard day.  That night, I busted out the very last hot cocoa, and put on my fuzzy Christmas socks and just had a good little motab jam session while I sat at my desk and wrote in my journal.  I needed that ha.
Monday: Blessings came. We found a wonderful woman named Melen who was so excited to listen to us and loved learning about the Book of Mormon.  All is not lost!  Man, once you have a solid first lesson like that, it just gives you strength to keep going.  People are out there!  That night we stopped on the way home and got chicken joy and puso from a little stand.  Translation, fried chicken and rice.  There are these little chicken joy stands, they are just big fryers attatched to a bike.  I have no idea that sanitation level of these roaming street meat bikes, but they make some mean fried chicken.  So we bought it, got softdrinks in a bag, and went home and feasted upon our dinner.  And you can only eat it with your hands. Man, it is so good.  I'm telling you, food makes for a happy Sister Beyer.  
Tuesday:  We were in the middle of nowhere.  Literally, we hiked up this mountain, and houses are far and few in between and suddenly we see this man.  He's in his late 50s or so, he is this crazy fisherman.  Barefooted just walking towards the ocean and he has this giant speargun.  We start talking to him and he teaches me all about his job as a fisherman and shows me how to work his speargun.  I was so mad because I tried to take a picture with him and my camera was DEAD!  He was legit.  He took us back to his house and had us teach him and his wife.  It was fabulous.  His name is Peter, and he is probably one of my favorite people I've ever met hahaha.  And lastly, I have a fabulous new obsession here in Siaton.  Fruit Salad.  For ten pesos they give you a huge cup filled with papaya, mango, watermellon, banana, apple, avacado, and mellon all covered in condensed milk and served cold.  It is magical, and I am going to get fat from it haha.  
And you know, that was my week haha.  It was one for the books.  This week is going to be crazy as well. Sister Mandid leaves on SUnday morning, and then I am bouncing around with other sisters until I get my new companion on Thursday.  Transfer calls are this Monday.  And I'll find out who my 11th and final companion is.  The madness.  And next week, I shall write out a quality study.  But, I love you all a lot.  I'll talk to you sooooon. Stay strong.  
Love,
Sister Carlee Beyer

fathers.













Hi, hi, hi.  Let me begin by saying I love you all a lot.  That's all.  :)
Last Wednesday:  We were supposed to have a beach activity, but it was a torrential downpour.  So um, the beach activity was cancelled to say the least.  We ended up playing games at the church haha.  As usual.  I think that is my zone activity every single transfer.  We grocery shopped and then went home and alas, we discovered that neither of us had grabbed the key!  We both thought the other one had grabbed the key.  Ohhhh the life.  So we made some calls, and after an hour of waiting outside got the keys and got inside with enough time to put away the 'ahem groceries' and go out to work.  Seriously though, that is totally my luck.  We also found out that night, that the entire town of Siaton had the water shut off for the next two days.  No one informed us!  We were just without water for two days.  Blessedly, the woman/caretaker who lives next to us has a well in her backyard.  So for two days, we got all of our water from a well.  To shower?  I got my water from a well. To wash dishes?  A well.  To do anything else with water?  I had to go out back to the well!  It was really rather adventurous and I enjoyed it.  For two days.  I'm glad to have running water again haha.  That night the Sisters from Dumaguete stayed with us.  It's always so fun to have the sisters over and just talk about life and for them to look at all my pictures.  My  desk has all my pictures of my family and my people hanging up.  I just always have to have it feel like "my area" it has to feel like home.  And everyone always loves to ask about it, and I love to talk about all you lovelies.  
Thursday:  Exchanges!  I worked with the lovely Sister Hartog.  She is from New Zealand, and has been on the mission for approximately three weeks.  She is so wonderful!  She is so strong.  Man, I wish I was like her when I was at three weeks. I was still in shock and crying all the time haha.  But she was just a powerhouse!  We had great exchanges.I loved working with her and talking with her.  Also!  While we were talking to a man down by the river who was fishing, I saw his little bamboo stick that was leaning against the bridge jump, and without even thinking about it i jumped up and grabbed his stick, and then pulled the line in with my hands and caught his fish!  They laughed so hard at me.  But dad!  I caught a fish!  That night as usual, we had some really great interviews, and a great review at the end of the day.  It made me a little nostalgic for months and transfers past.  It's cool to stand where I'm at, it's so clear now.  The trials that were so hard, they are so clear now that I was changing and being pushed for the next thing.  I'm grateful for my mission.  I'm grateful to be in this part of the game, however bitter sweet it is.  
Friday:  It was my sixteen month mark as a missionary.  And also Independence Day in the Philippines.  Which was lame and no one did anything to celebrate!  July 4th is way better.  We were out teaching a lesson, and it was at least 8 million degrees.  Seriously, we were just dripping.  And then after the lesson they say they are going to give us snacks.  They give us hot milo!  Which is like hot chocolate.  Seriously, boiling hot, hot chocolate.  And I looked at it in amazingment and asked them why they drank it when it was so hot.  They explained that it is good for you to drink hot things when it is hot so that you sweat more, and if you sweat more, than the toxins come out and you can be strong.  So, I took their word for it, and downed my hot chocolate and felt like I was dying!  We went to the Davis Family that night, it's official.  I have adopted them completely.  I have a lot of adopted nanays on my mission, but I have adopted them like a family.  I walk up to their house and they all say "our white child is here!"  haha.  Even Brother Davis, that man treats me like his daughter.  And their little boy Mark, he is obsessed with me.  He calls me Atte Beyer, and I adore him.  And their other children are all about my age.  So it's just a fun family.  I love them.  
Saturday:  not a ton to report. We walked, we tracted, we taught, we tried so hard to build siaton.  We're still working on a teaching pool.  Slowly but surely, it's a comin.  That night though, we had a branch FHE.  Man, Siaton is tiny, it's only like 50 members on a good day, but they are strong little members.  We had about 25 people come out for the FHE and it was so much fun.  They have really great unity here in Siaton.  
Sunday:  We went to Dumaguete again to watch a multi stake regional broadcast.  It was really cool, it was Elder Anderson speaking via broadcast to the entire Philippines.  It was  crazy, my worlds were colliding as they kept showing pictures of Utah as they talked about the Philippines.  I really really love being from Utah.  I love talking about Utah.  After the conference, we went to the Dumz sisters apartment with the Siquijor Sisters and all ate lunch together.  It was like family sunday lunch!  It was magical.  Also a fun fact, as I was getting ready to leave their house, my shirt had come untucked.  So I tucked it into my skirt and realized I had also tucked my hair into my skirt!  Can we just think about that briefly?  Remember when we all decided I wouldn't cut my hair and that it would be fun to see how long it would grow?  Well it is approximately 8 feet long and driving me crazy.  It's gonna get chopped real nicely come August.  It's driving me nuts!  That night started the first of many Filipino late night thunderstorms.  My heavens, when it rains here, it pours!  And around this time of year, it for some reason only rains at night.  But we do not have any rainstorms like this in Utah.  It is LOUD.  Like, you have to yell in order to be able to communicate.  It just pours.  And the thunder shakes the entire house.  It rains through the whole night.  I love it.  I will miss the sound of sleeping to crazy rainstorms and the electric fan blowing full blast.  
Monday:  we were fed a delicious lunch after district meeting.  Food makes Sister Beyer a very happy sister.  Monday was a day where I was oddly in love with everything about the Philippines, and also there were millions of run ins with animals.  For example, a turkey full on charged me.  I don't know why a turkey was here, or where the darn sandwiches are!  But a turkey charged me.  Then as we were walking past the field that is by our house, I stopped to pet the two cows that stay in the field, and Sister Mandid made fun of me for hours.  Then as we were hiking up an irrigation drain to teach a lesson, surrounded on either side by rice patties, there was a big ol carribao and it's tiny brand new baby and it was so picturesque and I loved every minute of it.  That night we were fed dinner and once  again I was a happy, happy sister beyer.  But I love the food here.  I love the egg rolls (or lumpia) I love endless plates of rice.  I love that one dish was chicken with carrots, potatos, and bananas.  The Philippines is so dear to me my friends.  
Tuesday:  I dedicated my entire hour of language study to writing a two page letter in complete visaya to Sister Abenoja's family.  My heavens it was so difficult!  Speaking visaya is one thing, but once I have to sit down and write it out it is so hard!  Mainly just spelling, visaya is a crazy, crazy language.  But I was totally proud of my two page letter.  And then we went out and worked and my heavens!  Miracles happened!  We were able to get return appointments with two of our investigators we taught last week.  Meaning we now have two more progressing investigators!  Hard work pays off!  I nearly cried I was so happy.  Progress is happening.  
Anyways, as I was sitting down to write this email, I realized that it is Fathers Day this week!  So of course, I have to write about my dad.  My dad has always been my main man.  I've always been a  bit of a daddy's girl.  My dad is THE MAN.  He taught me how to waltz in the living room.  And to this day, I still know how to waltz like a pro.  I don't even have to watch my feet.  I thought about how my dad can fix everything and build anything.  My dad is the king of all projects.  He is a perfectionist, and taught me that you don't merely just do something, but you make sure you take the time to do it right.  My dad taught me how to wash a car and mow a lawn.  My dad, my arch rival when it comes to tubing, and my complete nemesis when it is game day between the Utes and BYU.  But more than anything, I was thinking about my dads hands.  My dads hands are always so rough and callused.  They always have superglue patching up cuts and scrapes.  They always have remnants of paint, or sawdust, or dirt, or grass or oil on them.  Those are the hands that taught me how to waltz, so gently. Those are the hands that are so skilled, but so clumsy as he tried to do my hair while my mom was at work when I was little.  Those are the hands that taught me about hard work, and those are the hands that taught me about the Priesthood.  I'm so grateful for the worthy Priesthood holder that my father is.  Those hands gave me countless priesthood blessings.  Those hands were also apart of my setting apart blessing to become a missionary.  Those hands show years of hard work for our family, and I love them.  I was thinking about my father, and then I got to thinking about Our Heavenly  Father.  There is a beautiful picture in this months ensign of a fathers hand holding a childs.  It's beautiful.  And it talks about our Father in Heaven.  It talks about how our Father is our literal Father in Heaven.  We are his children, and He loves us as such.  I think that if we could really see our Father in Heaven, we would see that He is much like our earthly Fathers.  He cares about us, He worries about us.  He feels sorrow when we struggle, and He feels joy when we succeed.  But more than anything, our Father in Heaven wants us to make it home, make it back to him, safely.  I think of how much I miss my dad.  I miss talking with him, I miss his advice.  I miss talking to him over Sunday dinners.  I know how excited he is for me to return from my mission, safe and sound, in about two months.  And I just got thinking about how our Father in Heaven must feel as we are so far from him for such a long period of time.  The beauty however, is that we can always pray, and He will hear us.  I think that our earthly fathers are so similar to our Heavenly Father.  Our earthly fathers hands are always stretched out to us, always waiting for us to come towards him, always ready to catch us, always ready to pick us up and get us going again.  Always willing to work hard for our behalf.  And I think, that is exactly how our Heavenly Father is for us too.  He is not a far away mythical, indifferent God.  He is of course, our Almighty God.  But he has asked us to call him simply, Father.  Is anything more sweet than that?  So to my dad, thank you for being the wonderful example to me that you are.  And thank you for teaching me through your example, of my Heavenly Father.  
I love you all so much.  Stay Strong!
Love, Sister Carlee Beyer

comfortable.









Lets cut to the chase.  I'm not going to talk about how I once again have a limited amount of time.  You all know the drill.  I always wait until the last second to do this hahaha.  
I forgot two important matters of business in last weeks email.  Firstly, at Stake Conference, when Sister McCurdy spoke, she told the story of Tony.  Of my Tony.  My man.  And I cried the whole way through her talk.  And then President locked eyes with me from the stand, and smiled at me and just gave me the nod like "atta girl".  I miss Tony. I miss Toledo.  Other important news.  When I was in Cebu for MLC I walked into the distribution center and there was Romel Fabroa.  He works there.  He is a member in Kamputhaw, and I really adore him and his wife.  He sees me walk in and immediately picks up the phone and calls his wife Shello so I can talk to her.  They are the best couple ever.  She answered the phone and all I said was "do you know who this is?" and she started laughing and said "It's Mikmik's best friend Sister Beyer".  I'm glad Kamputhaw knows whats up. I talked to them about August and spending time with them with mom and dad in August.  They are so excited.  THey are about to have a baby in July, and I'm so excited I get to meet him!  Alright, moving on.  
Wednesday:  I cannot begin to even explain the amount of exhaustion I felt on Wednesday.  It lingers still, but I think that I'm just convincing my body that you don't actually need sleep to survive.  Sleep can come on the plane ride home I suppose.  We hit up Robinsons with Sister Dunn and Sister Koyamaibole since we were in Dumz.  Robinsons is way too nice.  It's like being at City Creek or something.  It was horrifying.  I don't think I'm going to adjust well to America hahaha.  Dumaguete is absolutely the promised land of the mission. Everyone loves Dumz.  The sisters convinced us to try this "cool pedicure thing".  What is this cool pedicure thing you speak of?  PUTTING OUR FEET INTO AN AQUARIUM OF FISH AND THE FISH EAT THE SKIN OFF YOUR FEET.  Pirannahs anyone?  It was so scary.  I put my feet in and the little monsters charged my feet and went crazy.  I was trying so hard not to scream. Everyone else was sitting so calmly, and I was just having a fit the whole time haha.  We only paid for a half an hour, but I think the woman was astounded that after an hour and fifteen minutes the fish were still going crazy on my feet.  So she gave us an hour and fifteen minutes and only charged us for thirty minutes.  There was 15 months of walking to deal with on those feet.  They are however, now, smooth as a baby's bottom.  Got on the bus AGAIN to Siaton, got home with enough time to drop our bags and go out to work.  
Thursday: We had to wake up early again and get on the...YOU GUESSED IT Bus to Dumz again.  I've been  on that bus more than I've been in my area this transfer.  It basically is my entire companionship with Sister Mandid.  We were able to teach the Dumaguete Zone Traning Meeting.  We shared with them Presidents Workshop from MLC.  It was a little intimidating, but I really enjoyed it.  It was so cool to have an hour and a half to teach a room full of missionaries.  I think it went really well.  And I looked fab!  I had a nanay in Toledo make me a traditional Filipina dress.  It fits like a dream.  It is pink and crazy patterned and I wish I could send you the picture today.  It is so magical. It is a prized possession.  One of the few articles of clothing I will take home with me.  We went to lunch afterwards in the promised land of Dumz.  THEY HAVE A KFC.  And it was delightful.  I thought I was ordering a mashed potato bowl, but it was actually a rice bowl hahaha . I love the Philippines.  They had different varieties from around the world. I of course ordered the "Texas Twister" because I am a true patriot.  But mainly because it had barbecue sauce and I miss barbecue sauce.  We got on the bus again and went home.  Man, I'm jealous of Sister Mandid.  She can sit on a bus for 5 seconds and is out cold.  I have no skills on sleeping in any vehicle.  It can't be done.  So even though I spend much time on buses, and you would think I would be resting, I just tend to sit and look out the window while Sister Mandid sleeps.  We got back home and taught a few lessons and then that night the Siquijor sisters came over for exchanges.  It wasso much fun.  We planned and had some good talks.  It's funny, because in our house there are two bedrooms.  One with a bunk bed ,and one with two mattresses on the floor.  yeah, we sleep on the mattresses on the floor.  I hate climbing onto the top bunk, and it hurts my foot in the morning to get down, and plus, the electric fan doesn't reach the top.  So we sleep on the floor on two mattresses next to each other every single night haha.  
Friday:  My first set of exchanges.  It was really fun. I enjoyed it a lot actually.  It was fun because for language study, since all the sisters are native visaya speakers, I spent the hour teaching them English.  I worked with Sister Camingao that day.  That sister is a hoot!  She is a really great teacher, and we just had so much fun together.   Then we were able to do interviews.  That really is the neatest part of my new calling.  Sitting down with the sisters one on one and talking to them about how they are doing, and just asking them questions and trying to help them.  It's funny how time and time again, I just find myself giving these sisters advice that was given to me by wonderful sisters before.  Pay it forward, am I right?  That night after they went home, I think the adrenaline and the stress of the week finally wore off and we were drained.  Just exhausted.  We passed out.  The beauty of this transfer, is that by the time I lay my head down at night, my head isnt on my pillow for longer than 4 minutes before I am out cold.  Ain't nobody got time to lay awake at night.  Bedtime means sleep.  No exceptions.  
Saturday:  Literally, nothing to report.  We weekly planned.  We worked. We tracted.  It was just a day haha.  
Sunday:   We met at our tiny, tiny, branch. We had a total of 50 people there.  It was a lovely testimony meeting.  We went on splits that night with some sisters from the branch and I adopted my first nanay.  It's official.  She kisses my cheek and gives me hugs.  Nanay Davis.  That night I found yet a new way to cook eggs.  I"m getting creative over here with my eggs hahaah.  
Monday:  I got the best letter in the entire world.  Sister Abenoja's entire family each wrote me a letter to thank me for training her.  Can I even begin to express how much I love that little Sister Abenoja of mine?  Her family is the sweetest.  I just cried as I read it.  I am so grateful for my mission.  That night we headed on THE BUS to go to Bacong to hold exchanges with Sister Dunn and Sister K.  We bought lechon and were headed up to their apartment when I just looked at SIster Mandid and started laughing because she looked so exhausted, and then I realized I looked the same way.  So we looked at each other and shook it off because STLs are not tired and lame, we are fun and exciting.  I think mom taught me how to be fun and loud even when exhausted.  We had a good dinner and a good night.  And I found out such a sweet little tender mercy from Sister K.  She was talking about when we were teaching Zone Training Meeting, and I happened to share the advice that my Grandpa Gib gave to me about how "if you're going to do something, do it right" and she pulls out this journal filled with inspirational quotes, and tells me that it inspired her so much, and she wrote it in her journal with "Grandpa Gib" underneath it.  So Grandpa, you're playing a pretty big role here in the Philippines, and you're even teaching my little Fijian Sister K.  
Yesterday:  I was able to lead the exchanges.  I loved it.  I really love my new calling.  It is so tiring, but so worth it.  I just feel like I can take all that others taught me and use it to help these sisters who I love.  I love doing things to make language study fun, or just making sisters laugh as we are getting ready in the mornings.  I was able to work with Sister Dunn.  Which was dreams because she is the sister who wrote me when she got her call, and we were together all in Toledo and I just love her.  We had so much fun yesterday.  We went to a part of their area where you ride a motorcycle to get up the mountain, and because we are ladies, we ride it sidesaddle.  It's scary on the way down because they don't even start the motor!  They just coast.  We laughed over the adventure that is our mission every single day.  We had such great interviews that night with such an amazing spirit.  And then we ended up sleeping there because we would be late for curfew if we caught the bus.  One thing I love about missions, is that when a bunch of sisters are together, we don't talk about boys or movies or music or anything else from before.  But we just talk about doctrine and scriptures and the temple and simple things like that.  But we just had such a great conversation last night about prophets and about our missions.  It was such a cool experience. I love those sisters.  
This morning, we got up at 5 in order to get home in time.  Seriously though, no one needs sleep haha.  But, I have been pondering something this week. I found a quote in our apartment.  It says simply "we find the most joy when we are comfortable being uncomfortable".  I've been thinking of it all week long.  And it rings true to me.  Nothing about my life is comfortable.  Nothing about my life is the normal for me or what I'm used to.  I'm so far out of my comfort zone.  I'm far away from everyone and everything I've ever known.  But, it isn't hard anymore.  I'm comfortable being uncomfortable.  And I am truly the happiest I've ever been.  I never thought I would even serve a mission, and I surely never thought my mission would look like this.  Even a year ago in Carcar, I had no idea what my life would look like now.  But I love it.  It's beautiful and wonderful to me every day.  And truly, I'm happy.  I am the most tired I've ever been, there's limited food options, I sleep on the floor and my showers are from buckets and that isnt even important.  That's not even the uncomfortable part haha.  I just love my mission.  I am so happy.  I'm so grateful Heavenly Father called me to a place completely out of my comfort zone.  I love you so much.  I'll talk to you soon.
Love,
Sister Carlee Beyer

batch.

Okay, I have no idea what day it is or what year it is or where I am at.  The last 9 days has been so much of a blur.  Literally one of the absolutely craziest weeks of my entire mission.  And I am exhausted.  Let me attempt to lay this all out for you in a way that makes sense.  I do not promise to this to flow beautifully in english, but bear with me.  I think you will shortly understand why I have full rights to be a little off my A game with typing and english.  
So last monday was awkwardly pday?  It was so weird. We had district meeting, and then because there is no food here, we have a member cater our lunch.  It was so good.  SO good.  And then we went and emailed.  Bless all of you who emailed me.  Seriously, bless you.  We didn't have much to do in Siaton, so we went and had a woman paint our toenails for us, because you can't go to Missionary Leadership Council with ugly toes, right mom?  Then we went ahem "grocery" shopping.  Seriously, there is NO FOOD hahaha.  I have been living off of avacado and egg sandwiches every night.  The avacados are so cheap, and so good. I eat an avacado and a mango every day.  IT takes me back to my time with Sister Passey haha.  Also!  Fruit really is just so cheap. I bought a bushel of 16 bananas for 25 pesos.  Let me just tell you that that converts to about 50 cents.  Think about that.  I'm living off of bananas and mangos and avacados.  It is heavenly.  
Tuesday:  I got thee call.  The dreaded call.  The trunky call. The "Hi Sister Beyer, this is Sister Nelson just checking to see what airport you want to fly into"  Noooooo!  I lost it.  I told her I was headed to Salt Lake, and we got it all figured out.  And then I was incredibly stressed, so during lunch hour I just deep cleaned a rack of over 100 Liahonas and did it in record speed.  IT was just the whole "you won't be a missionary forever thing.  You are actually forced to go home".  I'm not old enough for this in the mission!  We had a cool moment that day though.  We met one of our recent converts.  She looked at me and said "I met you before!  You were in Cebu with crutches and a big cast on your foot"  I guess she was one of the people who I jumped on to speak visaya with when I was going crazy in the office.  Then she said "I loved talking to you, and I hoped that you would be assigned here".  Well!  We have found the reason why I have been assigned in Siaton haha.  
Wednesday:  We got up and headed on a bus for an hour to Dumaguete to go to zone conference.  I didn't know a bunch of missionaries.  They are all a bunch of youngins, but I was surprised how many knew me.  We made some new friends.  And I had a great conversation with Sister Austin, one of the senior couples here.  Oh, let me add, I love that in the Philippines, for desert, you eat mangos or bananas.  That is always desert.  And you eat the mangos with a spoon because they are that soft and juicy.  Just a fun fact I adore.  For the conference, I was the chorister.  There is absolutely nothing more nerve racking, or dreaded for me than leading the music. I don't know why.  But I dread having to lead the music and having the piano and the missionaries watching me.  It's horrifying.  I would rather sing a solo than lead the music.  (Bishop Olsen.  Stick with Young Womens or Relief Society.  PLEASE don't call me to be the chorister).  President McCurdy made fun of me for beign so nervous.  I was also able to meet all the sisters who we will be working with this transfer.  All 8 of them.  My heavens, I have never loved sisters so immediately, or so deeply as I did these wonderful sisters who we are working with this transfer.  They are good.  I love getting to know them.  It's crazy how Heavenly Father can teach you to love so, so quickly.  Anyways, that night we went back home, one hour on the bus again.  And crashed on the floor.  
Thursday:  We are working really hard to build the area again.  There is much work to be done.  And I'm working hard to win all the hearts of the nanays. I must have kisses on the cheeks and be hugs again.  I gotta start collecting my nanays here.  
Friday:  We were out tracting and trying to find some people, when I walk up to a house and start talking, and all of the sudden see something come towards my head from above.  IT WAS A MONKEY.  There was a monkey chained to a tree.  It is their "pet" and the thing lunged straight for my head as I'm trying to introduce myself as a servant of the Lord.  I screamed.  It was an adventure.  I also found out that Sister Mandid is deathly terrified of the smallest frog.  Any frogs.  Terrified by all means.  So if we are in the bukid, I have to walk first and scare away all the frogs hahaha.  We are working so hard here to try to build up the area.  We have a really, really small teaching pool right now.  So it's hours of tracting and building and it's such hard work.  But it's also fun sometimes.  You just gotta keep moving.  
Saturday:  We taught two lessons, and then got on the one hour bus ride back to Dumaguete again!  IT was General Session of Stake Conference.  You see, Dumz (it's shortened, just go with it) is a stake, but we are a branch still.  I love adult session.  It is my absolute favorite.  The mccurdy's were there.  They talked about L. Tom Perry and said he was really close to passing away.  IT was really powerful.  Then Elder Fajaro of the seventy who attended spoke.  AND HE CALLED ON ME.  He was in the middle of his talk (in visaya, tagalog and english all mixed together) and then he called on me to ask me how many generations my family have been members.  I told him that I am a fourth generation, because my of Great Grandma Beyer who was converted in Germany.  It was really cool.  That night we stayed with Sister Dunn and Sister "K".  Sister K is from Fiji, and is so much fun.  Also her name is like 15 letters long, so we just call her Sister K.  
Sunday:  We caught a jeepney and went to stake conference.  There was such a special spirit there.  And then they announced that L. Tom Perry passed away.  I will never be able to forget that feeling.  Stake Conference was great.  We ate lunch there with our branch. We just shared plates and ate rice and fish with our hands, and then loaded up again to go back home. Taught some lessons and crashed.
Monday:  We started again haha.  Got on a bus for an hour to Dumz.  Then the elders picked us up so we could head to Missionary Leadership Concil.  There were six elders and four sisters crammed in a van.  We drove for an hour, and then got on the ferry for an hour.  And then drove for like...6 or 7 more hours?  jammed to EFY and Motab.  Stopped at 7/11 and ate lunch and bought millions of snacks. Drove through Carcar and wanted to cry.  We finally got to the temple at 5:00.  We had our Sister Training Leader meeting that night with Sister McCurdy at the mission home.  I was able to see some favorites.  There are 14 of us sisters.  One of them is Sister Anderson, one is Sister Villacorte (my old companion) and two of them are my "batch" Sister Cuajao and Sister de Jesus.  Remember about 15 months ago when I landed in Cebu, and met the sisters from the Manila MTC.  And President Schmutz told us that it was just us four sisters.  And that not only had he NEVER seen a batch so small, he also had never had a batch of only sisters.  And until now, another thing has never happened again.  He told us that he expected some big things out of our little batch.  We are pretty well known in the mission for being "that crazy small batch"  hahaha.  Anyways, we have never all four been together since leaving the mission home.  One of us is always on the other island.  So when we were all about to see each other that night it was so fun to be in the mission home to see each other again.  We laughed about hte last 15 months.  And made endless "batch" jokes.  It's a big thing in the Philippines to be "batch" with someone. Especially in the mission.  You just call them "BATCH" all the time.  There is really no way to explain it.  But batch is a big deal.  It's like BFF status.  Anyways, it was great to see some of my favorite sisters again.  That night we crashed in the house in Busay.  It was a party.
Tuesday:  Woke up nice and early. Got all gwapa and went to Missionary Leadership Council.  It was such a spiritual experience.  It was all the Zone Leaders and Sister Training Leaders.  WE had some great workshops and spiritual training.  We talked about some trials and concerns in the mission.  We talked about upcoming transfers and things which need to happen.  They also as tradition, have all the new leaders bare testimony.  So I was able to stand in front of everyone and bare my testimony.  It was interesting to say it in English, something I rarely do.  Sister Anderson came up to me afterwards and just hugged me and said "You are not even the same girl I met in the MTC."  #BLESSED haha.  It was crazy to be one of the "big kids" in the mission.  To be one of the old ones going home next  transfer.  To talk about things that we experienced and such.  MLC was so, so good.  Definitely tiring, but good.  That night, we went on splits with some sisters. I worked in busay with a companionship. Their area is gorgeous.  We had a great teaching appointment.  I had to say goodbye to a lot of sisters I won't see again.  I said goodbye to Sister Villacorte.  My beloved.  And some younger missionaries who I know I won't see again before I go home in August.  It's getting weird.  Goodbyes are happening!
Today:  Well, we woke up at 3:30 to get home.  Travelled forever in the van. Ate at the Macdo in Carcar and all I wanted to do was go and visit EVERYONE.  We are now here in Dumz again.  We still have an hour of travel to go, but we decided to email here.  It's been a great week.  I've learned so much.  This next week is going to be another crazy one.  But you know, I'm happy.  It's crazy, but it's good.  And it sounds like all of you are doing so well back home.  Which makes me even happier.  Nothing is better than to hear those you are far from are doing well.  I love you all so much.  Stay strong.  BATCH!
Love,
Once again a very very tired, and very happy 
Sister Carlee Beyer

chada.

Yes, I realize that I am emailing this very early.  You see, we have a conference this week on Wednesday, so they moved our pday for this week to today (monday).  Never fear, next week we will be back to the normal routine.  Alright, so let's catch up on the last crazy couple days of my life.  I email you right now from Negros!  The other island.  I realized as I was crossing the ocean on the ferry, that most missions don't just cross oceans to go to other islands.  And then I remember that I live on tiny, tiny islands.  Which is also not entirely normal for the vast majority of the world . Sometimes missions are weird because you just live in this bubble and you forget that little things like that are actually big deals haha.  Anyways, I'm gonna catch up on last week.  
Tuesday:  It was so good to just go around and be able to say goodbye to everyone.  It's a tender mercy for sure to be able to tell those you have worked with and love goodbye.  I think my favorite thing about it is when people will pray for you and your next area.  It's so sweet.  The people here are amazing.  On Tuesday, the branch President, President Kenny had us over to his house for dinner.  So they feed us so much rice and lechon manok.  So. much.  Then they bring out mangos that they brought from Davao so they are really sweet and so good. So I eat a huge mango and am so full.  Then they bring out a huge fish.  Okay, there is literally no more room in my stomach. So I eat some fish and rice and then they bring out this huge bowl of steamed shells of sorts.  Sister Abenoja immediately exclaims how good they are, and then knowing that I'm new to this whole eating seafood and liking it thing, she says loudly "Sister Beyer!  These are SO good.  Eat some"  knowing that I probably would not like them.  The little punk.  So all eyes are on me.  I eat one, it is alright, until you bite down on one part and this grey gritty sand stuff goes all over your mouth.  Not delicious.  I said it was good and drank some water.  Then the little punk goes "SISTER BEYER!  Aren't they good?  Why don't you eat some more?"  Once again all eyes are on me and I am forced to eat about six more.  As I have all eyes on me and am eating my shells like a good little missionary, I notice her laugh and sneak out of the room after eating only one.  The sneaky little thing didn't like them, and so she sneakily made me eat all of them!  I totally called her out on it on the way home and we both just laughed.  Stories like that only come on missions.  I love SIster Abenoja.  I miss that crazy girl.  That night us and the sisters upstairs all just hung out and talked one last time.  
Wednesday:  All things last minute and packing and cleaning and it was a blur.  Sister Purisima invited us over for dinner.  She just had to feed me one more time to make sure I was fat.  She butchered one of her chickens for us!  It was so good.  As usual, she told me I was far too skinny, that I barely ate anything (four plates later) and that I needed to get fatter to find a husband.  After I was stuffed, they busted out balut.  AHHH!  They knew I had only eaten in once over a yaer ago, and they wanted to be apart of me eating it again.  I ate the entire thing.  It was better the first time.  Crunchy.  Foul.  Rubbery.  Chewy.  There were feathers involved!  Horrifying.  The taste actually isn't bad.  It tastes like a boiled egg and the broth is kind of like chicken noodle soup?  I don't know.  It's not the taste, just the texture and idea that you are eating it that is gross haha.  But I ate all of it and didn't even vomit.  I finished packing that night, and put all of my extra food into a giant box and gave it to SIster Poteki.  Why you ask?  Because Sister Anderson is her new companion.  Yep.  I transferred out of Toledo, and Sister ANderson transferred in as the new STL there.  Timing.  It's okay though.  It felt good to leave Toledo how I did.  I feel that I did all that I could.  I have never labored over investigators like I did over Lynlyn and Tony.  I have never prayed so hard over investigators or cried over them like I did with those two . They are so special to me.  And not to mention how hard I worked to try to help and teach Sister Abenoja.  Toledo kicked my butt, I love it so much.
Thursday:  We got up at the crack of dawn, and started our travel at 6:30 in the morning.  I was able to transfer with Sister Dunn.  She actually emailed me when she got her mission call back in November, and then I was able to get to know her pretty well when she got here in the mission in February with Sister Abenoja.  We are both here in Bayawan/Negros and I'm now her STL.  I'm so excited to be able to work with her this transfer.  She's really grown and changed.  We traveled to Cebu, got onto another bus and then headed the exact same way we had just come haha.  We drove through Carcar and I just pushed my face against the window and stared at those tiny streets that I walked almost a year ago!  I miss Carcar so much.  We also drove through Sibonga which was where I worked with Sister Littell multiple times.  We drove along the coast for hours and it was gorgeous.  We had mountains on once side, and the ocean on the other.  The water was clear blue.  IT was absolutely beautiful.  Sister Dunn and I had some really great deep talks along the way.  Lots of tender mercies were discovered.  We got to the ferry, loaded onto the ferry, crossed the ocean, and got to Negros.  Then we got on ANOTHER bus.  Headed to Dumaguete and then I met Sister Mandid. I gave her a hug and it just felt right.  We got on ANOTHER bus, and finally ended up in Siaton at about 7:00.  Over 12 hours later.  It is so bukid here.  There is nothing!  We went "grocery shopping".  There aren't any grocery stores here.  So we shop at a convienence store that has three aisles.  And then we hit up the mercado (or chungee as it is called here) for some vegetables. The good news is there are tons of fruits and they are cheap.  I have been eating mangos and avacados and bananas like nobodies business.  We taught one lesson, and then went home and called all of the SIsters we are going to be working with. Checked on them, introduced ourselves and crashed.  
Friday:  I explored the house and unpacked a bit.  Its an actually house.  We have two bedrooms and two bathrooms. SO, when we don't have sisters staying with us, I have my own bathroom, and my own closet for my clothes.  I even have a MIRROR.  This is a rarity and a luxury.  We planned for the transfer.  My heavens it is going to be busy.  Its gonna fly.  There are no restaraunts here in Siaton.  Just two calendarias, or little hole in the wall stands that sell rice and sudan (uh...toppings for rice).  So we ate there.  It was a complete blur.  I decided to be a big kid, and not use my can anymore.  My right arm does not even know what to do.  I think I walk awkwardly.  My hand doesn't know how to just swing anymore after three months of using a cane or crutches.  It's real bukid here.  We have to climb some crazy terraces to get to our people.  But the people here are so loving and sweet.  
Saturday:  We went to the furthest part of our area.  Maloh.  I crossed a real life river.  You literally have to cross a river to get to a bunch of our investigators houses!  It is so incredibly bukid. I cannot even explain it.  But it is so beautiful.  
Sunday:  We meet at a tiny, tiny chapel here.  There are randomly no pews in the sacrament hall.  Just plastic chairs.  They didn't have anyone to play the piano and asked if I could play.  I told them I haven't played in seven years, they told me that was better than any of them.  So I plunked out the piano to the best of my abilities.  Then they had someone come up and play the bottom hand while I played the top hand hahaha.  Sacrament attendance tops out at about 80 people including children.  It's tiny.  It is crazy to talk to everyone and have them realize this will be my last area.  So incredibly surreal.  We FTE'd yesterday as we were walking down the beach.  Its weird to see the ocean here, because before in San Carlos and Toledo I was used to seeing the other islands on the other side.  Here, there aren't any other islands.  Just ocean for as far as the eye can see.  We walked down the beach and talked to everyone who lives on the ocean and there were millions of tiny baby hermit crabs that were scuttling down the beach.  I kept catching them and letting them run on my hands.  And that's been my week.  Totallycrazy.  
So in Siaton, there is a whole new vocabulary to learn.  First, chada.  or shada.  It is only said here on this part of Negros.  It means cool.  It is used at least once every three sentances.  I love it.  Also petticabs are called putputs.  And the mercado is called chungee.  And a sakayanan (or something you ride in, like a trike or a petticab) is called a silakayanan.  It's a totally new accent.  I love it.  It is a tiny branch as well.  My mission can just be described as tiny, tiny, branches along the ocean.  I love it.  There are no restaurants here, or grocery stores, or ATMs.  IT IS BUKID I"M TELLING YOU.  And I'm just in shock that I'm somehow in my last area.  When did this happen?  How is this my fifth area?  Didn't I just get to the Philippines yesterday?  
Sister Mandid is WONDERFUL.  I really love her.  She is so shy and quiet and sweet and gentle and loving and caring and 800 other good things.  She is 23.  This is her last transfer in the mission and she is on fire.  This is her third transfer as an STL, and she is such a good teacher I feel like I am learning so much from her.  Seriously, her teachings skills astound me every day.  She is from Davao as well, so her native language is visaya.  We don't speak english at all.  We only speak visaya to each other.  It's cool, because all of my companions are native visaya speakers.  It helps me to learn.  
Anyways.  That's my week.  The next week is going to FLY.  We have zone conference this week, and my first set of exchanges with the sisters, and then next week is Missionary Leadership Conference, and my heavens by the time I email you on Wednesday (June 3 for the record) I think I'm going to be exhausted.  I love you all so much.  I look forward to hearing from you allll.  (hint hint)  Stay strong huh! 
Love, 
Sister Carlee Beyer

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

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Well.  I am an incredibly frazzled Sister Beyer right now for at least 16 reasons.  The main one being that my computer is DAUTAN (evil/wicked) and crashed...twice.  Thus making me lose EVERYTHING that I had been working on to email you.  So it crashed the first time, I was calm, got it fixed went to work again, no harm done.  But then 30 minutes later it crashed again and I was suddenly filled with lagut (fury) and stress.  Because I have so much I need to email you about and absolutely no time to do it.  
SO MUCH HAPPENED THIS WEEK.  
Last Wednesday, I didn't tell everyone all of the story.  While I was in Cebu, President McCurdy came up to me and informed me that he was planning on attending Tony's baptism that upcoming Saturday.  I had to tell him that Tony's baptism was postponed.  He asked me why, and I told him how it had all gone down with the interview.  Basically what happened, is that since Tony's stroke two years ago, he has a really hard time speaking, and walking. The right side of his body is borderline useless.  When he gets stressed or nervous, he freezes up, he'll be talking about the goats and then suddenly be going off about coconuts..but it doesn't make sense.  It's just a side affect of his stroke.  It mainly only happens when he is nervous or stressed.  So that was what happened with his interview last week.  President McCurdy knows Tony's family, and knows that Tony has been an investigator for two years, and he looked at me and said "Sister Beyer.  I need you and Sister Abenoja to go to Tony's tonight. I need you to review the interview questions again, and see what you can help solidify him on.  I feel really strongly that he needs to be baptized this Saturday".  So we said okay.  So after we emailed last week, we had the Halls take us directly to Tony's house.  We didn't even go home!  Or grocery shopping haha.  (seriously mother, thank you for the food you have sent me).  We talked to Tony, and Elder Hall said he felt prompted to ask if Tony would like a blessing.  He was really struggling, even to breathe or talk.  Tony said that he would really love a blessing.  And then Elder Hall looked at me and said "Sister Beyer.  I can't speak visaya, but I really feel that it is important for Tony to know what Heavenly Father is blessing him with.  Will you translate what I say to Tony?"  I just looked at him dumbfounded.  And then he started the blessing, really slowly and pausing so that i could translate the blessing.  It was the most incredible experience I've ever had.  The spirit was so strong.  It was almost...heavy on my back.  I did my very best to make my visaya exactly right.  It was such a reverent time.  I translated everything Elder Hall said as tears just streamed down my face.  It was absolutely amazing.  After the lesson and the blessing not only were we exhausted from being up since 3:50, we were also spiritually exhausted.  The Halls took us out to dinner, and then took us home where we crashed hard. I grabbed my two liter bottle of frozen ice and cuddled up with it in bed because it was so hot.  
Thursday:  It was a normal day.  We just rocked Toledo that day.  It's such a different area than it was when I got here in January.  I love Toledo.  WE went to our last Thursday Dinner.  Sister Purisima made me eat FOUR PLATES OF FOOD.  She kept looking at me after I would clean my plate and say with sad sad eyes "Sister Beyer.  You didn't eat very much.  Did you not like it?"  So I ate at least three times more than Sister Abenoja.  
Friday:  We had Tony interviewed once more.  And he passed.  He came out with the biggest smile on his face.  MY MAN TONY.  That night we stopped by the church, and there was a missionary who had just gotten home in the other branch.  They threw her a big party, and then had a wonderful slideshow of her entire mission.  Just of the pictures she had sent home.  The whole room was in tears it was so neat.  
Saturday:  It was Sister Abenoja's birthday.  We decided to have group lunch with the Sisters upstairs for her birthday.  IT was really fun.  We got everything ready for the baptism and were waiting when in walks Lynlyn, Ping and Kaka.  They were so excited and they looked great.  We got them changed and started taking pictures with them, when the Halls pull up with Tony.  And my man gets out of the truck, and he had a brand new haircut.  Remember how I told you that he had a crazy afro of black hair?  Nope, he had a nice, short, clean cut little fauxhawk.  He walked out looking so proud, and I burst into tears.  It sounds like a little thing, but the hair was a huge, huge step.  As we are taking pictures, the McCurdys, Elder and Sister Nelson, and Sister Ellison all pull up.  They took the two hour drive to be at our baptism.  The baptism was so special.  I've never baptized a family.  And I technically still haven't. But it was mighty special to have Lynlyn sob as she watched her two little boys be baptized.  And it was mighty special for all of Tony's family (who are already members) cry as he was finally baptized.  It was such a special feeling.  After the baptism, we all went to the Halls to have a small dinner.  It really felt like I was just sending out Toledo so right.
Sunday:  All four of them recieved beautiful amazing confirmations and life was just really good.  Sundays are always the busiest days, and this was no exception.  It was the best week of our time together.  We just worked so hard and sent it off right.  That night we cooked dinner for all the sisters.  Mac and Cheese, Stuffing, and Mashed Potatos.  I'm trying to get rid of all this food I have haha. I don't want to pack it.  It was good bonding times.  
Monday:  We went to district meeting and got transfer calls.  I did not see this one coming at all.  I'm transferring to Siaton!  It is on Negros.  So I'm crossing the big blue again! It's down on the southern part of Negros, which is about the only part of the mission where I haven't served.  Word on the street is that it is completely gorgeous, and in the middle of nowhere.  I'm going to be companions with Sister Mandid.  She is wonderful.  I know her a little bit.  We have been in the same zone twice.  Once in Kamputhaw but I was so new I was too scared to talk to anyone, and once in San Carlos my first transfer there.  But she was in the other district, so I didn't see her too much.  She is so cute though.  She is a filipina as well!  I'm so stoked to have another Filipina companion.  I'm so excited.  And while we are in Siaton together, we are going to be serving as Sister Training Leaders.  Or STL's. What that means, is that we will be working with all the sisters in Bayawan Zone and Dumaguette Zone and making sure all is going well with them, and we will conduct exchanges with them.  And I will have the opportunity to go to Missionary Leadership Conference every month with all the Sister Training Leaders and the Zone Leaders.  I'm pretty nervous about the new calling, but I'm also so excited.  It's going to be a refiners fire for sure, but it'll be amazing.  That day was filled with goodbyes.  Lynlyn sobbed and told us how happy she is now.  She has all these hard trials, but she is somehow still so happy.  She sang I need thee every hour one last time with us.  And kissed me on the cheek and thanked me.  We went out to Tony.  He was sitting on his bench grinning waiting for us.  I asked him how he was, he told me he was suffering because he is just so handsome.  That's my man hahaha.  I told him I was transferring, and he got tears in his eyes.  I told him that I would see him in August though, with my parents.  I guess I hadn't ever told him I was coming back.  He started to sob, and told me how happy he was that he didn't have to say goodbye yet.  He just held my hand and cried.  That was the hardest goodbye I have ever had to do.  
Tuesday: Yet another blur.  Lots of goodbyes.  Lots of packing.  And it's just a blur.  
Anyways.  My computer is blinking at me.  Ahhh. I'm so frustrated that it crashed twice.  However, I want to explain the whole "baha" thing.  
Sometimes, its a fun thing to try to combine companionship names together.  So Sister Abenoja and I gave it a shot.  We took Beyer and Abenoja and just shoved it down to Baja.  There is a word in visaya, "baha" pronounced the exact same way. It means flood.  We decided it was perfect, because we were the flood here in Toledo.  Anytime anything happened, we would just look at each other and say "Baha!".  I can't believe our time is over.  You know, I was in Toledo for three transfers.  It is my second longest area.  But it's somehow my fastest area. I guess after four transfers in San Carlos, anything less seems really short.  Toledo tried to kill me.  I almost didn't make it here!  Toledo tried to break my foot.  It was a refiners fire.  But I really changed here.  I learned so much about Jesus Christ.  I learned about patience, and grace, and the enabling power.  I will always look back on Toledo so fondly.  We really did flood Toledo.  We whipped it into shape, and it whipped us into shape as well.  They always say to leave your area better than you found it.  Toledo is not even the same as when I got here, and we now have added a few more wonderful people into the fold.  I can leave Toledo saying I did my best.  When you first get into the mission, you are in what is called 12 week training, and there is a joke that at the last 12 weeks of your mission, you're in 12 week training again.  Well my friends, the twelve week training starts now.  I guess I've been here for a while, and I actually know how to do this now.  So it's time to work even harder, serve more, love more, and just leave it all.  I believe in Christ, so come what may.  I'm so excited for the new opportunity I have in front of me.  I love you all so much.  I'll talk to you next week from NEGROS.  :)
Love,
Sister Carlee Beyer