Tuesday, July 29, 2014


My lovelies.  Hello.  How the heck do the weeks just keep getting faster?  The days feel so long sometimes, and then suddenly it is just pday again.  Nobody gets it.  
Wednesday:  I wore jeans, it was magical.  I felt like Carlee all day and it was strange and exhilarating and fun.  Also it made me want to eat maybe like a little less rice.  We went to lunch with Sister Littell and Sister Ramos.  There's a really good, really famous lechon manok place called Chooks to Go.  It's brand new to Carcar and Sister Littell and I were stoked.  So we bought one and they gave us an entire chicken and plastic gloves and we just went to town eating it with our hands.  It was beyond delicious.  We may have also bought some pizza to go along with it?  Don't judge me.  This is why my jeans are tighter now haha.  We went to Sibonga, and Sister Littell and I sat on the back of a motor and just talked about our missions, the things we have gone through, and just had a good old girl talk for twenty minutes on the back of this motor.  I needed it.  I love that dang girl.  We were rockin our ugly shirts.  We took some way fun pictures.  We went to the beach and played games, and then had a little bit of a devotional because it was Sister Yanga's last week.  We had a little bit of a crowd that gathered around to watch what all the American's were doing.  It was a little awkward, but it was really fun.  Then we had to run to the store and I was so organized!  I am in charge of making zone t shirts for everyone this transfer.  So I ran into Gaisanos and got 22 t shirts, all different sizes in about twenty minutes including travel time home.  It was insane.  I was speaking visaya so fast!  But our shirts are going to look wonderful.  
Thursday was the 24th of July.  I studied the pioneers that morning.  I was reading about the trek, about coming into the Salt Lake Valley, and I was just thinking about how lucky I am to be from Utah, and to know all about this my whole life.  I knew all the places they were talking about.  It's cool because I'm a different kind of pioneer.  Grandpa Beyer is absolutely a pioneer, and so I've got some strong pioneer blood in me yet.  We sang "Come Come Ye Saints" to open up our companionship study and I just loved it.  That song is so powerful.  I want to be more like the pioneers.  Their faith is so incredible.  They sacrificed everything for this gospel.  And I want to be more like that.  That afternoon we were teaching a lesson, it was in a really cool place, it was in a middle of a bunch of banana trees, there were chickens hanging out and there was one above my head.  As I finish up the lesson I'm just really feeling like my mission is so cool.  And then fate stepped in yet again, and a chicken pooped on me.  Directly down my leg.  At least it wasn't my head.  Seriously my life is a joke.  We ran into Janine's father in law and he told us that Janine had her baby!  I'm so dang happy for that woman.  I learned a little bit on Thursday about listening to the Spirit.  There was this man walking down the road and I felt like I should talk to him, so I walked over and kind of started talking to him, and then Janine's father in law came over, and they ended up being friends.  But I didn't get to finish talking to him, and they left.  I felt like I should have done better about talking to him.  About two hours later we were walking and it started to rain, and this man pulls up next to us on a motor and asks where we were going.  It was that same guy again!  We get on his motor and I start talking to him and then he tells me that he met with the elders before, I ask him what his name is and he tells me Kent Montesclaros.  And I immediately realized why I needed to talk to him.  When Sister Passey and I whitewashed the area, the elders gave us a bunch of their area.  I remembered seeing the last name in our area book.  This guy fell through the cracks when we whitewashed.  God has a plan for everything.  We are going back this week to teach Kent again.  We taught Linda and her daughter Reece (who is a member) that night and it was a really powerful lesson.  I love that dang family.  Also I'm apparently internet famous?  They told me that they googled my name and so many pictures popped up of me.  And then they searched Philippines Cebu Mission and more pictures popped up?  I can neither confirm nor deny this, I'm just saying I might be a little bit famous.  We went home that night and had a 24th of July barbecue again, naturally I wore ridiculous american attire and everyone just rolled their eyes at me.  No one appreciates my pure patriotism.  
Friday:  I was leading weekly planning, and as I started planning for Clark I just started crying, I just really felt like I was transferring.  Not much else happened that day other than the looming feeling in my head that I wouldn't finish the plans I made for the week.
Saturday: It was my four month mark in the field!  It's the little things that make life exciting okay?  We went and visited Janine and met her baby Nathanial.  He is so dang tiny and cute.  I love them so much.  We went and visited the Pinpins and I gave them a picture of me with them.  They hung it up in their living room and gave me a ring, because they thought I was transferring.  We went to Rodrod's baptism that night.  IT was so good.  Boyett was there and he was just shining.  He pulled me aside and sat me down and told me that he will never be able to thank me enough for what I've done for his family.  He told me that he would always remember the time that Sister Beyer and Sister Passey found him in a mango tree.  He said that he is coming back to church for good, and is changing his life.  Rodrod bore his testimony about how excited he is to serve a mission like Sister Beyer.  This.  This is why it is worth it.  I sat next to Sister Littell and we just hugged each other and talked about how this mission is hard as heck, but things like that make it so endlessly worth it.  
Sunday:  The closing hymn in sacrament was "God Be With You Till We Meet Again".  It all felt very real.  Everyone started saying goodbye to me after church.  We took millions of pictures.  Transfer calls hadn't even come yet!  Everyone just felt like I was leaving.  It was Elder Wilding's birthday, and a member invited us all over for dinner.  We had ITALIAN spaghetti.  It tasted just like home, it was heavenly.  
Monday:  It happened.  Transfer calls came.  There were only four transfers in our whole zone, and I was one of them.  I'm headed to the other island baby!  Pack your bags, I'm gettin on a boat and am headed to San Carlos.  It's almost the furthest part of our mission.  It is relatively new to our mission.  It used to be a part of Bacolod, but we got in my very first transfer here.  There's a lot of work to be done there, but I'm so excited for it.  Also, there is a lot of Illongo there (another language) so that should be an adventure.  My companion is going to be Sister Bateman.  She's from Idaho I believe.  She's really sweet, and a great missionary.  I'm a little bummed I haven't had a native companion yet, but I knw it'll come.  Sister Bateman was Sister Barton (as in Nicole Barton)'s trainer.  Such a small world.  So Monday was a day full of goodbyes.  I said goodbye to Sister Rugg and Sister Forbush quite possibly for the next 12 months.  THey are both staying on Cebu Island, so Im not sure I'll see them again before they go home in December.  We went to Nanay Naveo's house and told us the news and she just bought us snacks on snacks on snacks.  She gave me a sweet pair of slippers as a going away gift.  I had to say goodbye to Clark, and I just started crying.  I love this place so much.  I love these people so much.  The people here are so amazing.  We had an FHE that night, and they all gave me hugs and told me that they would pray for me daily.  I love these people.  
Tuesday:  We had a lunch appointment!  That never happens!  One of our investigators texted us and told us that she made lunch for us and to come over as soon as we could.  It was so delicious.  Yesterday was just a day full of goodbyes.  There was a lot of tears on both sides.  And every single prayer, they prayed for me and for the people of San Carlos.  Even ten year old little Rodrod prayed for me and that i'd be safe in San Carlos.  We went home and I finished packing, and we made chocolate cake in the rice cooker.  It was an experiement, hahaha.  But I've had worse.  
I can't believe I'm actually leaving Carcar.  I love it so much here.  This place changed me so much.  I owe so much to this place and to these people.  Tonight I have to say goodbye to Linda and to Nanay Naveo.  Both of these women are just like my little Filipina mothers here.  It's gonna be rough.  Tonight I get to sleep in Sibonga with Sister Littell and her companion SIster Ramos and then first thing tomorrow morning I get up and get on a boat for three hours to cross the great big blue!  I have a lot of new adventures coming my way.  
I want to talk ever so briefly about a study I did.  President Schmutz sent me an email and he talked about "becoming".  He talked about how this mission changes us so much.  He talked about 2 Nephi 32:1-6 and told me to focus on the word "do".  The gospel of Jesus Christ must be lived and not just learned!  He told me to read 2 Nephi 31:20 and then said "to press forward implicitly assumes that you are moving forward, pressing against resistance.  You are exerting your will, relying on the power and strength of christ to overcome those things that would seek to hinder your progress or destry your soul.  Fear, temptation, carnal desires and any other sort of opposition to press forward is to act in faith in all situations and circumstances in order to "do" what you have been commanded or instructed or inspired to do."  He talked about how this is a time in our life when we are all becoming.  We will never have the opportunity to grow and change so much in a Godly was as now.  He said something one time that really hit me.  He told us to lose ourselves (we hear that all the time, nothing new) and then he said "you'll never lose the good parts" and it hit me so hard.  It's true, we will never lose the good parts of ourselves.  In fact, those will be amplified!  He said "why does God want us to do hard things?  Because he is invested in us, he believes in us, and he wants us to change and become what he sees in us".  I thought of my mom growing up, and how if I did something that wasn't appropriate she would always say "that isn't very becoming of you".  In Preach My Gospel, it says "Just as vital as what you do, is who you are.  The restored gospel enables you to become like heavenly father and Jesus Christ.  He commands us to become as He is."  This gospel is about becoming.  This life is about becoming.  And this mission is about becoming.  Everything always happens for a reason.  And it's always in order to help us become.  The last six months have been dang hard.  The last transfer was dang hard.  But I grew, and I changed, and I became.  In ways I would have never been able to before.  I thought about how long I have and all I still want to become.  I have a quote on my desk that says "The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour.  Whatever she does.  Whoever she is."  I am so grateful for this opportunity I have to become.  It's dang hard, it's a struggle sometimes, but those times are the refiners fire, and those are the times when we really become.  I love my mission.  And I am so excited for the new adventures that await me next transfer.  I'll talk to you all next week from the other Island!  San Carlos, Negros baby!  I love you all so much.  Stay strong.

Sister Carlee Beyer

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Be Strong and Do it.

And somehow the time keeps going by, and somehow we arrive at yet another p-day.  This week has been a crazy one, as per usual.  
Wednesday:  We ran into Sister Littell and Sister Ramos and decided to all eat lunch together.  We ate siomai and all was well in the world.  We also may have gone on a tiny bit of a shopping spree.  I bought this ridiculous fab dress.  I never would have wore it back home, but I love it here.  I wore it to Zone Interviews hahaha.  I'll send a picture.  Sister Littell and I also bought matching t shirts.  They are ridiculous.  They are striped, they have buttons in the shape of cartoon apples, and they have crocheted  cross stitch pockets with a teddy bear on it and some weird union symbol.  It looks like every 1st grade teacher's dream.  It is so incredibly Filipino.  We bought them, we are wearing them today and we are just looking dreamy together.  I'll send pictures, I swear.  I printed off millions of pictures last week and we went and visited Linda.  She is so dang cute, she now just calls me anak.  Every time I see her, she jsut calls me her child.  I love her so dang much.
Thursday:  We had our zone interviews.  I was able to meet President McCurdy again and his sweet sweet wife.  They walked in and I just loved them both so fully so immediately.  It was such a cool feeling.  I know that we are supposed to be here together.  President came up and shook my hand and told me how excited he was to see "sister beyers" again.  He calls me Sister Beyers and I don't have the heart to correct him, it's kinda cute haha.  Sister McCurdy came in and just gave us the biggest mom hug ever and I immediately was hooked on her.  She talked to us and told us that they have been praying for us for months, and loved us before they even met us.  President talked to us and told us a little about them.  This is their fourth mission, but their first time as a president.  They've been married for 46 years.  They're from Idaho and are just cute as can be.  He talked a lot about how missions are hard, and that's exactly how they are supposed to be.  This was never supposed to be easy.  It wasn't easy for the Savior, and we wear His name on our chest, so it surely won't be easy for us.  But dang it, it's worth it.  We went in to have our interviews, and I met with Sister McCurdy first.  She asked me how long I had been on my mission and I told her I just hit 5 months.  This cute old woman jumped out of her chair and hugged me she was so excited!  I told her we had 13 more months together, and she told me that we had a lot to accomplish together.  We sat down and we talked about this place.  We both ended up just crying as we talked about how much we love this place, and the wonderful people who live here.  I went in to have my interview with President McCurdy, and it was so great.  He just asked a few questions, and then he asked a question right before ending.  He pointed to a picture of the Savior and asked "Who is this man to you" of course I just started crying, and I told him I didn't even have words.  He told me that was a good enough answer for him haha.  But I talked to him about how I've really come to know my Savior on my mission.  Especially in Carcar.  This isn't just a fairy tale story, the Savior is so real.  And I realize that now.  I am so grateful to wear his name on my chest every day and to be His missionary.  We went out to lunch after interviews and I walked in with a bunch of missionaries to this fast food restaraunt called Jollibees, and the woman behind the counter looked at me and said "HI Sister Passey!"  haha WHAT.  I literally wear a nametag that blatantly states my name.  Secondly, how do you know Sister Passey?  Thirdly, WHAT.  We all had a good laugh about that.  I'll take it as a compliment.  That dang girl is somehow still all over Carcar.  I also got such a sweet letter from Sister Anderson's mom.  She sent a bunch of pictures from us at the MTC and just talked about how we are going to be friends for life.  It was ridiculously adorable.  She is the perfect example of an adorable Utah mom.  
Friday:  Friday was a good day, we taught Rodrod to help him get ready for his baptism, we taught the Repollos who we teach every week, and then we just got punted like crazy.  We got punted for three hours of our plans, so we had three hours wide open.  We just started walking and prayed that we would find what we needed to do.  We turned down this street and there I see my adorable little Less Active Sister Lana.  She was the one whose daughter I met in Kamputhaw.  She was cutting her "grass" with a dang machette.  So I just run over to her and drop my bag and take the machette and start cutting her grass.  I loved it.  She fought me on it, but secretly I knew that she loved the help.  So for an hour we cut her grass her a machette.  So many people just came and stared at the American in a skirt cutting grass.  It felt so good to be dirty, and to smell like grass.  It felt like home.  I just sat and talked to her and practiced my Visaya.  It was perfect because the bishop has asked us to do four service projects a transfer for members, so it was just perfect.  After we ran into her house and took all of her empty water jugs and ran over to the well and filled up her water jugs and washed ourselves off.  She was so "mad" at us for taking her water jugs, but she had a big old smile on her face.  My mission is really rad sometimes haha.  
Saturday:  We taught Janine and all of her friends who she is being a missionary to.  There are four of them we teach with Janine.  We call them J-Gang.  Janine is about to pop any day she is so dang pregnant!  We asked them what song they wanted to sing.  they said Joy to the World.  haha deal.  So we sang Joy to the World in the middle of July.  That night we had a really crazy situation.  To make a long story short, there was a misunderstanding with me, the zone leaders, and the district leaders, and Boyett and his family.  It was just about the rules for baptizing a child, but it was really stressfull for a minute.  All is totally well now, but for a minute, I realized just how heavy this calling is.  Just how important this calling is.  This isn't a game.  These are lives and souls that I'm sent here to help.  And I'm just a 21 year old kid! Sometimes this calling is a little overwhelming.  But it worked out really well, and I tell you what, we all learned a lot from that situation.  
Sunday:  I was able to finish the Doctrine and Covenants.  I love that book, it is so beautiful.  I love that I get to read as much as I do here.  I love the things I learn.  As we were walking that day, a motorcycle passed us with four grown men and a chicken on it.  Wecome to the Philippines.  We had our "family dinner" that night and it was basically just anything we could throw together.  It was so random, but so dang good.  That night Sister Michelson and I started talking, and we accidentally stayed up until midnight just talking about life.  It's really cool, because I never would have known her without this mission.  We are both so different, we come from totally different worlds, even though she's just from Weber.  We never would have gotten to know each other without this mission.  This mission is our common thread, and just about the only thing we have in common, so it's just so cool to see how I get to know so many different people here.  
Monday:  We had the last District Meeting before transfer calls!  Transfer calls are next Monday, I feel like I'm going to be transferred.  My official guess is that I'll be heading over to the other island, Negros, and if you want to get specific, my guess is Tanjay (okay, I have no idea, it's just fun to guess) but I do think that I'll get a little Filipina companion!  The time is night for a Native companion!  Filipino Revolution!  We had an FHE at Nanay Naveo's house, she fed us dinner and then hugged me and asked me to please not transfer.  Okay, I love this woman.  I may have picked her up and spun her in a circle on Sunday...she's 65 hahaha.  Don't judge me! 
Tuesday:  I finished the Pearl of Great Price!  I can now say that I've read every word of my Book of Mormon.  I had never read the Pearl of Great Price, but it is so great!  It blew my mind!  We had a really fun opportunity from the bishopric to hand out Liahona's to people who ordered them.  But here's the thing, there are NO addresses in the Philippines.  So they sent us to the Mercado with 20 Liahona's.  The Mercado is huge.  There are so many people and vendors.  It's just like a giant flea market!  And we had to go and find these people.  But it was actually really fun, we found them surprisingly fast, and all was well in the world.  Yesterday was really good, we taught a lot of good lessons, were fed millions of snacks, and we hiked through a jungle in a new part of our area and found some great people who want to be taught.  I love my mission.  We taught someone who I have been working with for two transfers.  She just cried and told us about how hard her life is.  It is, it really is.  And I just felt so inadequate to do this.  How do I help these wonderful people, you know?  This calling is huge, so much bigger than I ever realized.  As I left she gave me a hug, and then told me "I love you Sister Passey" hahahaha gosh dang it!  Sister Passey, how are you still everywhere!  I'll take the compliment.  I love Sister Passey too.  We got a motor to take us home, and this random man starts flirting so hard with me.  He's in his 40's.  He proposed to me.  Three times.  As in, he literally begged me to marry him.  Everyone here is obsessed with our noses because they are taas or 'tall' and that is very desireable here.  As I paid him for giving us a ride he told me "your nose is very tall and sexy, please marry me" okay, well, thank you goOODBYE.  
Today we are headed to Sibonga for a zone activity on the beach!  I'm stoked.  I'm wearing skinny jeans and vans and my ugly shirt sister littell and I bought.  And some sick knock off raybans.  Aka, Hello Carlee, long time no see.  I'm really excited!  Next email you'll be finding out where I'm going to be for the next six weeks!  Oh, and a mind blowing fact:  Sister Horn is now off of her mission.  She is now Meredith.  How is it that the missionary who got me on a mission is now home and I'm out here.  Life is so crazy.  
Gahhh, I have a study I want to share so badly, but it won't be able to suffice in the time I have.  So I want to share a really cool scripture with you.  1st Chronicles 28:8-10.  Go ahead and take a look at that.  I had a friend send it to me and I loved it.  No matter what we're going through, just be strong and do it.  Just do it.  I was raised to know that "if you say you're going to do something, do it right".  That's how I feel on this mission.  You just be strong and do it.  And you do it right.  I love you all.  I miss you buckets.  

Sister Carlee Beyer

Monday, July 21, 2014

Flying Kiss Na Lang.

I apologize in advance, this is probably going to be a little shorter than usual.  I just had a lot to do today, and I'm running really short on time right now.  But I'll do my best to tell you everything that I want to tell you about.  
Last Wednesday Sister Mahoney and I decided to go on some adventures.  It was her first pday in Carcar, so I had to show off all the fun things in this beloved area.  We of course went to the Mercado and looked at all the crazy things there, bought some knock off raybans and had a grand old time, I took her to Gaisanos, which is where we grocery shop and buy wonderful nanay dresses and ridiculous clothes, and then we went to Save More!  Save More is a brand new grocery store and it is truly quite the event here in Carcar.  Everyone is obsessed, so are we.  Welcome to the joys of a mission, you love a new grocery store haha.  I printed off some pictures and copied some of the family picture I have and the picture of me and mom in front of the temple.  Cute little old Linda asked if she could have them.  She wanted the picture of the famiy, and me and mom in front of the temple.  She has them hanging on her wall.  Goodness, I really love that woman. Also, we got the news that Jessica (the woman who Sister Passey and I went and visited last transfer because she was passing away) had passed away.  I was so filled with love for that woman, and I know that she is exactly where she wanted to be, in the embrace of her Heavenly Father.  I was so filled with gratitude for the opportunity we had to go and be Christ's hands for her that day.
Thursday:  There were huge fireworks at 1:00 in the morning.  As in, fourth of july fireworks.  They were shaking our house!  So, happy fourth of july after all.  We were scheduled to have our zone interviews that day, but President McCurdy got sick and so they were cancelled.  So we went out and started teaching.  We went to Janene and she is just the best ever.  She rounded up all her family and friends for us to teach.  We taught four people at her house.  And as we walk up, her little sister Jolina runs out and hands me a piece of paper with a scripture on it.  I ask her what it is, and she told me it's from Sister Passey.  They had been chatting on facebook earlier that morning, and Sister Passey told her to give it to me next time she saw me.  I read the scripture and immediately started crying.  That dang girl.  She's on the other side of the world, and she still somehow knows exactly what I need and when I need it.  I love her.  And that day was amazing because we didn't get punted once!  I cannot tell you the last time that happened.  I am pretty sure it was the first time this entire transfer!  That night we packed up and went to Naga for exchanges.
Friday:  We worked in Naga, I went out with Sister Yanga who happens to by my Lola (grandma) in the mission.  I know I swore I would never get into this whole your trainer is your mother thing, but I'll amdit, I love it.  So Sister Yanga is my Lola because she trained sister Rugg who trained me.  It's kind of fun.  And I could see things in her that she taught Sister Rugg who then taught me.  It was so great.  We hiked up a mountain and could see the whole ocean, and then we got into a little rickshaw thing and cruised over to the beach.  We talked to some people over looking the ocean, and all made sense in the world.  We went and taught this lesson that was just really a game changer.  We taught these three sisters who are all blind because of a genetic problem.  We walked in and they were so excited.  We asked them what they wanted to sing, and they said "my favorite song.  Because I have been given much" these three women belted it as we sat in their beautiful tiny home on the floor.  We asked them why that was their favorite song and they listed all their many many blessings, and the biggest blessing they listed was their ability to memorize.  They can't read the scriptures, but they are really good at memorizing.  So they just memorize the scriptures, and they each took turns sharing their favorite scripture.  It was so powerful.  That lesson was a gamechanger that I will never forget.  It was also 7/11 on Friday, so naturally we went to 7/11 and bought ice cream to celebrate.  We went back and I had my interview with the STL's, and then we had shining moments.  They are so great, and they always know exactly what to say and how to help.     
Saturday was my five month mark!  It was really busy, but it was good.  We taught Clark, Rodrod, and the Pinpins.  We went to ward family home evening that night as well.  This ward is just so great.  This place is just so great.  We went home and made pancakes and celebrated my five month mark and all just laughed and talked.  
Sunday was an interesting day for sure.  I've been listening to Kenneth Cope a lot in the mornings and it's been so great.  We went to church and in walks Linda, happy as can be, and Rodrod as well.  These people are so good.  And then in walks my sassy little less active Enimissio.  I looked at Sister Mahoney and just thought, "it's a good day to be a missionary of Jesus Christ".  Although we did experience some really discouraging news with one of our recent converts, I know it'll all work out.  It's just the faith showing part right now.  I know that she'll be able to overcome this trial that she is having.  
Monday, as per usual, I adore the sisters in my district and I love district meeting.  Sister Rugg and Sister Littell just save me.  I need these sisters.  They are so special to me.  We went and worked with Nanay Naveo and she just took us around to all of her neighbors and insisted on buying us snacks and giving us 50 million hugs.  I love that woman with all of my heart as well.  
Tuesday:  I apparently survived my first typhoon?  All day yesterday people kept telling us about Typhoon Glenda.  #survivor #typhoonglenda2k14 It barely even sprinkled where we were.  So that was really neat haha.  We ran into Linda while walking down the street and she ran up to me and grabbed my face and kissed me on the cheek.  We talked to her for a minute while she was cleaning some dishes and she looked at me and said "can I call you my anak beh?"  (okay, it was all in visaya, but the last two words are important)  anak means child, and beh is like a cute word for please.  And I officially melted.  I love this woman.  I love her.  I told her absolutely!  That I was obviously her anak, and she was my nanay.  she always just calls me Sister Gwapa (beautiful) and when I went to shake her hand goodbye they were dirty, so she said to me "flying kiss na lang!"  which just means, "just a flying kiss" and then she blew me a kiss.  I love being her missionary.  I love that I have the opportunity to be her missionary.  Gah, I'm truly out of itme.  I have a study I want to share next time.  I love you all so much.  Stay strong huh.  Flying kiss na lang.  :)

Love, Sister Carlee Beyer

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

My Dad

Happy Birthday to my Dad.  My main man.  The man who is as big as mountains, and the hardest working man that I know.  The man who smells constantly of grass, oil, and gas.  The man whose hands are so hardworking, that they are as rough as sandpaper.  The man who is such a tough guy, until it comes to his family, and then he's a big old softy and can't keep a dry eye.  To the man who taught me how to drive a stick shift, the man who taught me to love coke, and certainly how to love America.  To the man who I used to stay up every Saturday night with watching America's Most Wanted, trying to find all the bad guys.  To the man who taught me how to fish, and my biggest nemesis on the tube.  To the man who would drop everything and anything to give me a priesthood blessing.  To the man who did drop everything, and once met me in a KFC parking lot on his lunch break to give me a blessing before a math final.  To my biggest fan (other than mom :) ) and the best man I know, Happy Birthday.  I sure miss you dad.  Thank you for always pushing me, and trying to get me on this mission, even when I wasn't sure it was for me.  Thank you for helping me get here.  I love you so much.  I miss you like crazy.  Love,
Your Favorite Missionary,
Sister Carlee Beyer

The temple grass, because only dad would get it.  :)

Tuesday, July 8, 2014


Well hello all.  If you didn't celebrate extra hard this week for the Fourth of July, you are all in so much trouble.  And that's all I have to say on the matter!
Wednesday:  I really loved the temple.  I am so lucky to have a temple in my mission, it's pretty dang rare.  And I get to go to it every other month if I am on Cebu Island.  I just really love the temple here.  And I swear, it is one of the most beautiful temples in the world.  There's something so incredibly special about it.  And of course because we were in the city, how could we not go to Macdos.  I'm obsessed.  We went and emailed and I swear I have the best family and friends in the entire world.  I have such a great support system.  I love all of the emails I get every week.  Even if they are just short, it means the world to me.  It's so cool to have a worldwide support system.  Every week I get emails from family and friends and missionaries from all over the world.  All over the Philippines, Australia, Brazil, Columbia, Italy, and everywhere in America.  It's really such a cool thing.  We got back to Carcar that night and went out to work.  As we were walking down the street I saw this woman just sitting on some stairs on the side of the road.  I decided to sit down and talk to her.  I remember Sister Passey telling me about the day she realized how cool it is to be able to just stop and talk to someone about Jesus Christ, and how we'll never be able to do it again.  It really is so dang cool.  So I just go and sit down and start talking to this nanay.  Her name is Pinning.  She invites us to come to her house later that week to talk to her more.  One thing Brady said to me last week in his email was to love it every single day.  Love the small details, love everything about it because before I know it, it'll be over and I won't be able to do any of this ever again.  I'm working really hard on just loving the small details.  Good and bad, because this is such a cool experience, and I'll never have it again, you know?  
Thursday we were able to have our Zone Training Meeting.  I really love my Zone.  They are so solid.  I ADORE the sisters in our Zone.  It's really cool because we just get to learn from each other all the time.  It's just one of those things where we are all here together learning and striving for the same things.  We just feed off of each other and I love learning from all these great missionaries.  We start every meeting by having one missionary bear their testimony of Jesus Christ.  It is always really powerful, and you can really tell a lot about a missionary from their testimony of Jesus Christ.  Sister Robertson was asked to bear her testimony on Thursday.  It was absolutely beautiful.  One thing she said that really stuck out to me was "This life is a journey.  Step by step.  And our savior is there the whole way.  Patiently and unfailingly extending his arms."  And then with tears in her eyes she ended her testimony by saying "I'm so grateful to be His missionary".  It was so beautiful.  And it really got me thinking so much about my Savior this week.  Our ZTM was on temples and the importance of temples.  They shared a quote that i really really loved.  It says "We must come to the temple for light and safety.  In our temples we find quiet, sacred havens where the storm cannot penetrate to us".  I really loved that.  And I felt that last week when I was able to be in the temple.  We all went to lunch after that and I laughed so hard with Sister Littell and Sister Robertson I thought I was going to fall off of my chair.  We were just all telling crazy mission stories and I was in bliss.  That night Sister Mahoney and I taught a lesson and in the closing prayer this old nanay prayed and thanked God for the gwapa (beautiful) Americans sitting in her house.  So that was nice haha.  And then that night I played a very dangerous game.  During lunch Sister Littell and Robertson mentioned that they didn't fit into their jeans the same way they used to.  We were all talking about how we have gained weight here because we eat millions of pounds of rice.  So while my companion was in the shower, I worked up the courage and busted out my old jeans.  You know, the fab skinny jeans that Carlee used to wear before Sister Beyer ate millions of pounds of rice and bread and snacks.  It was horrifying, I was terrified, but I put them on and they fit like a dream!  I may have been a little excited, and I sprinted down the stairs whooping and hollering because my jeans sitll fit!  Are they a little more snug, yes.  I'm just going to justify it by saying that I may have a few more curves, but I'll try to claim that I look more like an adult now and not a sixteen year old.  Okay, I'm just trying to make myself feel better.  But the point is my jeans still fit like a dream!  
Friday:  I may have been a little annoying of Friday.  I woke up and promptly put on my America pants.  We ate pancakes.  I made us sing America the Beautiful to open our studies.  I was not about to waste my patriotism haha.  We found some really great people in a part of our area we hadn't explored before.  It's beautiful, and they seemed really great as we taught them.  That night I came home and made the closest thing to an American dinner that I could.  It was complete with hotdogs, lays potato chips, apples roasted over the fire on our stove (trish gave me the idea.  It is beyond delicious) rice crispie treats and tang.  It was actually really fun.  It wasn't quite the Fourth of July I would have liked, and no one quite appreciated it like you all would have, but I had a lot of fun haha.  
Saturdays are always really busy days.  It just feels like I have 8 million places we need to be and they are all really far and it's just a little stressfull.  We taught Clark and gang and his Aunt joined.  She is reading the Book of Mormon!  This is a miracle and an answer to some serious prayers.  We committed her to baptism.  She accepted.  I nearly cried.  We were given bananas straight off of a tree.  And then I went home and made Filipino spaghetti for everyone and Sister Ramos, a true pure bread Filipina told me it was delicious.  My life is complete.  
Sunday was fast sunday.  It was quite the day.  We went to pick up one of our investigators for church.  We get in a choppy and you will not believe who it is.  Yes my friends, it was the exact same choppy driver from the rice patties.  He got in and immediately started cracking jokes about if i had been back to the rice patties yet.  He just kept laughing about the time he had to help an american convered in mud wash herself off at the hospital.  Alright, salamat brother.  But we go to pick up Linda and few images have ever been more beautiful on my mission.  We pull up to the front of her house at 8:00 in the morning and she is blasting 50's music, sweeping her porch all dressed up and even wearing lipstick.  She loved church.  Clark and gang came to church again and sat by me.  Clark ran in and gave me a hug.  Man oh man I love that boy.  His aunt wasn't able to come because her son was sick, but she really wants to.  We got punted a lot of Sunday, it was fast sunday so of course we did haha.  But we found Pinning's house!  We started the lesson and Sister Mahoney just couldn't do it.  she had been kind of sick all day, and it was getting pretty late and she was just falling over.  So I ended up having to teach the tentire lesson by myself.  I taught the restoration, in straight visaya, for about 40 minutes by myself.  It was a miracle.  It was the gift of tongues.  But I just had this beautiful realization where I thought, holy cow.  I can do this.  I can really really do this.  It was realistically one of the best lessons I've ever taught.  I'm really a real life missionary.  I'm standing on my own two feet.  I'm doing it!  That night we went home and I decided to cook dinner for everyone.  It just feels better to eat Sunday dinner.  And although they aren't my family, they're the closest I've got right now.  So I'll cling to them like they are my family.  
Monday was district meeting.  I sat by Sister Rugg and we just talked all about Kamputaw and all the wonderful things that happened there.  I love that woman.  We had so much fun together.  We taught Clark and his family, he's amazing as per usual and his aunt is progressing!  And then we had some little kids make us little pea shooters out of bamboo.  Brayden and Greyson, we are going to have a battle when I get home!  We had an FHE at a members house and it was so great.  They fed us dinner and paid for our choppy ride home.  These people are just so great.  
Yesterday.  yesterday was ok lang.  We got punted a lot.  We walked a lot.  We taught a really great family last night, they're members.  They are the Repollo family.  I've been teaching them every week since coming here.  Sister Repollo figured out that yesterday was actually two months to the day that I've been in Carcar.  She said that when Mom comes to pick me up she wants to meet her.  And we taught Marivic too.  I was thinking a lot about all the memories I have here.  There is no where in the world more beautiful to me than Carcar.  This place really truly changed me.  It's so special to me.  Although it isn't quite the same without Sister Passey.  This was our baby!  I sure miss that tall curly haired American of mine.  
I'm so incredibly short on time, but I really want to talk about what i studied this week.  So as I've been reading in the Doctrine and Covenants, I just keep seeing time and time again "FEAR NOT"  it's a little bit of a theme in my life.  However, I've begun to notice something that follows it more times that not.  It says "Fear not, for I am in your midst".  I started really looking for it and really studying it.  Time and time again, we are told not to fear, and then promised that Jesus Christ is just right there.  I thought of the testimony of Sister Robertson this week.  I have this beautiful picture hanging on my desk that i look at every single day.  This picture sat on my mom's night stand my entire life.  It's a picture of a girl clinging to the Savior and him just holding her.  Underneath it says "I will not fail thee".  There are so many wonderful scriptures that state time and time again to fear not, for I am with thee.  Sing How Firm a Foundation!  That's straight out of Isaiah.  In D&C 38:7 it says "mine eyes are upon you.  I am in your midst and ye cannot see me".  Shoot, look at my mission scripture AGAIN it says "This is the promise...be of good chher and do not fear for I the lord am with you and will stand by you" (D&C 68:5-6)  D&C61:36 says "be of good cheer little children, for I am in your midst and I have not forsaken you".  And then D&C 84:88 says "And whoso recieveth you, there I will be also.  For I will go before your face.  i will be on your right hand and on your left.  And my spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you to bear you up."  D&C 24:8 Be patient in afflictions, for thou shalt have many, but endure them, for lo, I am with thee.  Even unto the end of thy days."  And lastly, D&C6:20 "Be faithful and diligent in keeping the commandments of God, and I will encircle thee in the arms of my love".  I started really really thinking about this.  Why are we told time and time again not to fear?  Because He knows it's scary.  He knows it's hard.  Life is hard, missions are hard, there will be many trials, and He knows just how hard it is because He felt it first.  But he promises us that he will be right there.  Sometimes I get really overwhelmed and just feel really alone out here on my mission.  But I was thinking about the footprints in the sand, and the hardest times there are only one set of footprints, and that's not because we're alone.  That's because we are being carried.  The promises are real.  We are not alone, and He is right here in our midst.  I have really felt that this week.  I believe in Christ.  So come what may.  I love you all.  

Love, Carlee

Sunday, July 6, 2014


My family.  My family.  Man, I miss you all this week.  This was my first official week out of training.  I'm a big kid now.  A real life missionary!  No more training for this kid.  It was a bit of a challenge, but do you wanna know what?  I survived and made it to another p-day.  
Wednesday sister Mahoney and I had to come to Cebu to take care of a few things. We had to get up at the crack of dawn and get on a dang bus, so naturally we stopped and got some donuts at Dunkin Donuts in Cebu.  #citylife.  Mom, you know how sometimes we just need a treat.  We deserved a treat, even though it was only 8 in the morning.  And of course because we were in the city, we treated ourselves to some Macdos.  I was able to see President Schmutz one last time before he left.  He is such a special man.  He gave me a hug, told me how much he loved me and how proud he was of me, and that he would talk to me soon and see me in 13 months.  I love that man so much.  One thing he said at Zone Conference was "Man, I love to run in good company" and I adored him for it because I've been thinking about running so much lately.  Me too.  I love to run in good company, and this mission is full of good company I tell you what.  It was hard to say goodbye to President, but I'm excited to meet President McCurdy as well.  Also Wednesday was half Christmas, so naturally, we sang Christmas songs to start our studies and such.  
Thursday was my three month mark in the field!  How the heck have I lived in the Philippines for three months now?  Part of me feels like I just got off that dang plane.  And are you ready for a mind blowing fact?  I have been speaking to people here, in a language other than my native tongue for three months.  That is just unreal.  I still have such a long ways to go, but I'm learning.  I'm hoping by the time next transfer rolls around I'll be able to hold my own pretty well with it.  Anyways, we went out and taught Janene and she is just the best recent convert ever!  She is fellowshipping people!  We went over and she had a friend for us to teach.  BEST.  RECENT CONVERT.  EVER.  And do you all remember Boyett?  Our less active we found in a mango tree?  He asked us to teach his son the lessons so he could be baptized.  He's ten.  His name is Rodrod.  And he's adorable.  So we are teaching him now.  Boyett really is coming back.  Hurrah for Israel indeed.  
Friday was weekly planning.  Due to some ridiculous circumstances with training and all of that jazz, I've had to weekly plan a ridiculous amount of weeks in a row.  It's so stressful.  And I  was just so frustrated with it. I was having such a stressful day.  So we finally finish, and we get out the door and I'm just fit to be tied. I was just so dang stressed about life and where we were going and who we needed to teach.  So we go way far out in our area to a place where we had set two FIRM appointments, and no one was there.  So we decide to go somewhere else.  We start to walk, but it's a little far away.  Someone had told us last week that there was a nice shortcut through a rice field, and that it was just a little muddy.  Well we decided we would take it.  MISTAKE.  We start walking through it and are jut kind of like wow, this is really cool.  I start feelling better about life because I'm walking through a freaking jungle.  I start thinking about how cool my mission is.  AND THEN FATE STEPPED IN.  I take a step and it is like slow motion death.  My foot slides out from under me.  I twist and try to save myself to no avail.  My foot sinks up to my knee in mud.  I fell in the freaking rice pattie.  My foot is burried up to my knee in black stinky mud.  I felt like some sort of wildabeast in a tar pit.  I had to pull myself out but my leg was so stuck.  My companion couldn't help me.  Finally I pull myself out, but my shoe is stuck.  So I have to dig my shoe out with my hand.  It was foul.  I am covered in mud, and then we have to turn around and walk right back to where we came from, with only one shoe on mind you.  I had to have some random Filipino man help me out of the rice pattie back onto the road.  If I thought people started at me before, I was wrong.  Everyone was staring at the big american covered in mud.  I had a chappy driver pick me up in his choppy because he felt so bad for me, he took  us to THE HOSPITAL to wash myself off.  Why was that necessary?  I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life.  I'm standing in front of the hospital convered in mud, washing myself off as fast as I can while everyone stares at me.  New rule:  don't take shortcuts.  Just walk the normal way haha.  We went and taught Marivic  that night and she announced that she is pregnant!  I'm so dang excited for that woman!  
Saturday. We started off our day by teaching one of our new investigators.  Her name is Maryjean.  We walked up to her house and she came out crying and handed us back the book of mormon.  My heart dropped.  We sat down with her and she told us that she knows its true, she knows its so true and she wants it.  She wants to get baptized.  But her husband won't let her.  They've been fighting so much.  And he said the only way he'll stop yelling at her is if she gives back the book of mormon.  This woman was sobbing as she gave us back her book of mormon.  My heart broke.  I walked away holding her book of mormon and I just cried.  My heavens, missions can be real hard.  And life can be real unfair.  We went and taught Janene and she had a NEW friend for us to teach.  God bless this woman, she is saving my teaching pool right now.  We went and taught the Pinpin's, we teach them every Saturday and they always have a snack for us.  This time it was chocolate rice.  It was delicious beyond all belief.  We were able to teach Rose again too.  She's the woman who chased us on her motor a few weeks ago.  Then we went to the other sisters baptism.  It was really great.  I was the chorister, and I had basically the whole congregation helping me lead the music.  And then the stand FELL.  For no reason, it just fell.  I was so ashamed.  And then aparently we had a surprise musical number by the missionaries.  I had no clue about it.  The embarassment meter was filled.  
Sunday was good.  Just a normal Sunday, but I finished the Book of Mormon!  For the second time in my life and the first time on my mission.  I'll tell you one thing, I know with all of my heart that that book is true.  And that's why I'm out here.  
Monday was good.  We had District Meeting.  I love talking to Sister Rugg and Sister Littell.  They're such great sisters.  We taught Clark that night, and all was so right in the world.  He asked if we could sing The Spirit of God because we sang it at church.  He and his siblings BELTED IT.  I will probably never forget them singing so off key and just loving it.  They save me.  Oh and also, as I was trying to FTE someone, a rotten tropical fruit fell from a tree and landed on top of my head.  Seriously, what is my life this week?  It's a little ridiculous.  That night we had FHE at the Naveos house. They're such a great family.  They invited a bunch of investigators and less actives.  They fed us dinner and buko juice (cocunut milk mixed with condensed milk mixed with chunks of coconut).  They're such a great family.  Nanay Naveo also does our laba for us every week.  God bless that family, they're so great.  
Tuesday:  We were walking through the mud because it's been so dang rainy all week long (yes, I wear my rain jacket erry day) and my foot just slid out from me.  I did this really rad victory lunge slash splits thing in a skirt.  It was magical.  But I saved myself and only my knee was muddy.  Seriously, I'm telling you, this week is insane.  And I had the fun adventure of getting water out of a water well.  I was talking to one of our less actives and she needed water.  So we hiked to the water well and I pulled up the rope for ages and alas, a bucket full of water.  I did it probably 12 times, my arms were so sore.  It was oddly such a satisfying adventure.  
Today we are in Cebu again!  We were able to come and go to the temple.  I really needed it.  It was so great.  I really love the temple.  And I was able to meet President McCurdy.  He shook my hand and told me how excited he was to meet me.  I immediately felt so much love for this man.  It's going to be so interesting to see what this man and the Lord have in store for me for the next 13 months.  
Alright, the study I want to quickly share today is about IF.  I mentioned it before, but I want to talk about it again.  I've been reading so much in the bible, the book of mormon and the doctirne and covenants lately and I'm really realizing how important "IF" is.  I was thinking about how often does the Lord give us all these beautiful wonderful promises and ask so little of us in return.  The promises that he gives us are sure, but so are the expectations.  This is a gospel of doing my friends.  he will never ever fail us, he'll always do our part, but will we?  As I have been reading the scriptures tehre are so many instances where the Lord gives us a promise, and then follows it with an IF.  I started going through my scriptures and circling everytime it says the word IF.  It's actually so amazing.  IF is such a faith word.  The entire gospel, our entire salvation, hinges on this IF word.  I challenge you to flip through some of your favorite scriptures and see the word if.  It'll change the way you read your scriptures.  In reality, He only really asks us to follow His commandments.  it really is that simple.  So, with so much at stake, why overcomplicate it?  What is worth jeopordizing that?  Nothing.  It's always all about faith.  Faith is power.  But, only IF we exercise it.  (see what I did there?  :)  )
I can't believe it's July.  I can't believe it's the fourth of July this week!  You all better celebrate extra hard for me.  Eat American food, be overly patriotic.  I miss America.  I love you all so much.  I can't wait to talk to you again next week.  I love you to the moon and back.  Stay Strong. 
Love, Sister Carlee Beyer

Hurrah for Isreal

 I literally jumped into a ditch in the middle of a lesson to save this baby goat. 

  Yes.  That is dried fish.  

The blue house.  

 Our rockin skirts AND our Harry Potter necklaces.  We're obsessed.  
Look who I found!  
 My last picture with the Schmutz's.  Man, I love these people.  I love them.  They changed me.  And I'm really happy now. 

Clark and gang.  

 Our Zone
Clark and gang at FHE.  

The new trio!  #dreamteam

Man, before I start this email I just want to tell everyone how much I love you all.  I really love you and appreciate all of your emails and support.  I know it's frustrating to write a missionary and have them not be able to write back very much.  I print off every email and go home and re read them.  We just have such a limited amount of time, but I try to answer questions in the large email.  But thank you so much.  I was thinking that I'm going to start sharing some of the cool spiritual things I learn throughout the week more.  I really have grown to adore my personal study. And I'velearned some really cool things that I think could help some of you lovelies as I read your emails.  So this week is all about Hurrah for Isreal.  :)  
Last Wednesday sister passey and I were a little sad because it's just coming so fast.  She goes home so soon.  And we hate it.  So we may have gone on a mild shopping spree.  We bought some rocking matching pajamas.  They are hello kitty, they are like those little nightgown dresses that little girls wear, but adult sized and so asian.  We cried with laughter over them.  I also bought the most perfect nanay dress.  It is what all the adorable old nanays wear here.  It is basically a moomoo.  And I will come home and rock it all around the house and you will all judge me but I will regret nothing!  Nothing I say!  We went and wandered around the mercado to see what treasures we could find there.  We took some pictures of plenty of raw meat and all the crazy foods.  Then we went on an adventure to try to find some jesus sandals.  Carcar is known for their handmade shoes.  But we have big american feet, so alas, none of the sandals fit us.  They are really nice though, they're leather and handmade, so I'll continue the adventure, or maybe I'll get them custom made.
Thursday we had our zone training meeting.  It was so good.  It was all about temples, we were able to learn so much more about the temples and the blessings that come from them.  Man, I have such a testimony of temples.  They are so amazing, and we are so blessed that we have them.  Especially all of us who live in Utah, seriously, we need to utilize the blessings of the temples more often.  So, there is this man named Boyett.  We met this man in a mango tree.  Yes, you heard me right, we found this man climbing in a mango tree picking mangos.  We found out that he was a less active member.  We did some detective work and hunted down his house.  He has been hiding from missionaries for years, and has been inactive for over ten years.  He's only in his 30's.  So we found him and taught him this great lesson, it was seriously so good.  Now a little bit of backstory, in weekly planning we made some companionship goals for the week, and one of them was "hurrah for israel"  we just really wanted to send this week out right, we wanted to just be able to stand and proclaim HURRAH FOR ISRAEL!  Well, about two or three hours after we left Boyett, he texted us and told us that he has spent years hiding from the missionaries, but we found him in a mango tree, and he knows that it's time that he stops this madness.  He said that we were sent from God.  Sister Passey read the text, and just turned to me with the biggest smile and said Boyett is coming back!  And then as we were hiking through a dang jungle, she just throws her fist in the air and yells "Hurrah for Israel!"  I know it's cheesy, I'll own up to that, but I couldn't help grinning from ear to ear.  That's what it's all about.  There's something so cool about a mission. About being surrounded by these wonderful people every day who are working towards the same things that you are.  To be with someone (your companion) who wants the same things, to just not even pay attention to yourself and just work so hard to help others.  And then when you can actually help them, and you can see that change in them, man, it's hard to not just yell HURRAH FOR ISRAEL!  That night we went and taught Clark, our little 13 year old boy.  He had his brother and cousin there.  We sang I am a Child of God and then they took turns reading the Book of Mormon.  There is nothing more sweet than that.  These boys are so special.  Sister Passey and I left just smiling.  This work feels so good.  
Friday, not a ton happened, we just worked and hiked through the jungle and did the same old thing.  We loved it though haha.  We were able to see Austrailia though haha.  One of our investigators has a boyfriend who lives in Austrailia and she skyped him and then he wanted to show us his house.  So, I saw Australia while I was chilling in the Philippines.  It's fine.  
Saturday Sister Passey and I decided that we needed siomai again.  Because we are obsessed.  You just wait until I come home.  I will have Filipino night with anyone who will join with me.  Family, you are required to be in full attendance. We will eat Filipino food, and yes, there will be softdrinks and we shall eat with our hands.  The boys will love it.  And you will all be good sports and humor me because I'm going to be so happy about it.  Janene had her baptism interview and she passed!  She is set for baptism on Saturday!  I'm so excited because Janene is my first investigator who I have taught from the very begininng.  It's going to be so special.  We had a dinner appointment that night at the Pinpin's house.  Man, remember before how I didn't eat dark meat chicken?  And I didn't do bones?  yeah, well I don't even care now.  They gave us this chicken that was freshly butchered and I was just nommin dark meat and spitting out bones.  I ate so much food.  Also, they gave me and Sister Passey each a skirt to wear to church the next day haha.  Then we go and visit Rose, the woman who chased us on her motor.  We get there and she is cooking.  Oh no.  She fills up a plate with an amount of rice overly sufficient for two people.  Sister Passey and I think we are sharing that, and we are concerned over the amount because there is just so much.  Oh no, she hands that straight to me.  We each had this giant amount of rice, and then we put lechon baboy on it, which is like roasted pig stomach.  It was so so good. I looked at Sister passey and just said "challenge accepted".  I proudly say I ate every grain of rice on my plate.  I have no idea how I ate all of that food.  It was so much, but it was dang delicious.  I love all food here.  As we were walking home, it had rained, and we were literally hiking through mud.  Our shoes are so covered haha.  We were slipping and sliding everywhere.  One day I'm going to biff it and be covered in mud.  
Sunday was so great.  Sister Passey was playing the piano for church, and I was standing in the doorway.  All of the sudden I see Clark and his brother and cousin come sprinting into the chapel, brandishing their book of mormon above their head yelling "sister beyer!" I immediately started crying.  These boys are so special.  Sister Passey looked up at them and she started crying too.  I can't explain these boys, but they are just so loved by their Heavenly Father.  They are so so special.  Also remember my first email from Carcar when I talked about the family who makes shoes for a living?  I bought some dang cute flats from them.  They made the entire thing!  
Monday we woke up and went jogging to our spot.  We have a favorite spot on this incomplete overpass that looks over the jungle and a river.  We go up there every morning and just talk and think.  It's beautiful.  We've had some good talks up there.  We taught Marivic (our recent convert) about temples and she just lit up.  She wants the temple so badly.  I have a feeling I"ll see that woman dressed in white in the temple in the next forteen months.  And then we went to go to try to teach some other people.  We got punted by two people, and so we stopped and tried to figure out where to go next.  We were standing in the middle of this huge field when this 20 something girl yells over to us from across thefield "where are you going?"  We looked at each other and said "well, that's what we're trying to figure out!" she just said simply, "come over here with me."  We were just like okay what?  She looked so familiar to us, but we had never met her before.  We started walking with her and talking to her.  We asked her if we could teach her right there and then.  She said yes and took us to her house.  Her name is Yola.  It was such a cool lesson.  And I have a feeling this woman is so so prepared.  We didn't find this woman, she found us.  In the middle of a field.  God really does have a plan for everything .  I can promise you that.  
Tuesday the main thing that happened was the the AP's called us and told us that Sister Littel (remember I talked about her before) was going to be added to our companionship the next day.  Her companion is sick and is in the hospital.  So we are now a trio, and Sister Littel will stay with me once Sister Passey leaves and I get my new companion.  BLESSINGS.  We both adore Sister Littel, and I was so nervous about next week.  So it'll be so great to have someone with me who can help me and is a missionary.  
Yesterday wasn't pday, because we got to go to Cebu for Zone Conference.  Everyone on Cebu Island was there, it was so cool.  It was also the farewell conference for President Schmutz.  They leave in two weeks. Sister Passey was asked to get up and bare her testimony.  Man, my companion and mission president leave within two weeks of eachother.  Rude.  It was so great though. It was such a spiritual day.  They fed us such good food too (you know I'm a sucker for food.  come on, fresh crab I was in heaven) President and Sister Schmutz just got up and cried.  They told us that they truly feel like every single one of us are their children.  Isn't that true.  They have had 538 missionaries.  They are such special people.  They told us that we are in a cool situation because we are the end of one generation, and the start of a new one.  It was so sad, because all of us will never be in the same place ever again.  President looked at us as he cried and he just said "You live your life so that you can be at the reunion in the Celestial Kingdom.  Don't you miss out on that reunion" I have met some incredible people here.  Man, I am so sad to say goodbye to Sister Passey this week.  But I'm excited to have Sister Littel here, and to get a new companion this week.  Pray for me though, alright?  It's going to be a week full of change, and that might be a little hard.  Mainly, I'm just really going to miss seeing Sister Passey.  I'll talk to you so soon.  Hurrah for Israel!   I love you all.
Sister Beyer


Alright.  I cannot even begin to tell you how chaotic my current situation is.  It goes as follows.  I'm in an internethan, there are millions of children playing games and screaming, way too much music is being blasted and shooting games are up so loud.  This email might not be my best haha.  But this week was once again really good!  
Okay, let's run through this haha!  
Wednesday:  We love pday.  Sister Passey and I love to adventure.  We both love it so much here, and we don't want to waste any time because she only has so much time left.  We also both adore lunch.  So for lunch we went and got siomai, they are little dumplings kind of like potstickers.  Now, I have told you all how I really love the food here, and the softdrinks, but I have been holding back from you.  I love the way you eat these said foods. You eat with your hands a lot, or a spoon.  However, if your somewhere where there isn't a place to wash your hands, they give you a tiny plastic bag that you put over your hand and eat with a bag over your hand.  It's so much fun.  And somehow taste better.  And softdrinks!  Most drinks are in glass bottles that they reuse.  So if you don't drink it right there, they pour it in a little plsatic bag for you and give you a straw.  I adore it.  Also there are no drinking fountains, but they have peso water.  So you put a peso in, grab a plastic bag, and fill it with water.  I can't tell you how much peso water I've enjoyed.  Sister Passey promised me that she would be at the airport waiting for me with a softdrink in a bag in hand, with a straw.  That night we had splits with the Sister Training Leaders so we got on a bus and ventured to Naga!  It is about an hour away from here.  We slept at their house and had a really good time that night.  
Thursday:  We woke up and all did our studies together, I went out and worked in Naga with Sister Forbush.  I've talked about her before, she is so cute.  We decided that we must serve together!  We worked really well together and had a lot of fun. Every night in our mission we do this thing called "Shining Moments" it is so cheesy, but we all love it.  At the end of the night you just share something that you liked abut your companion that day.  Man, Thursday night with the STL's we all shared something about the others. It's really cool to be in this situation.  It's cool to have so many people working toward the same things and striving to better each other.  They said some really nice things about me.  They all said that I don't seem like I'm in training.  THey said that they feel like I've been on my mission for months now.  I've really grown and changed in the last month.  I'm really proud of where I've been, where I've come from and what I've become.  I love that nobody looks at me as a greenie, that's such a huge compliment.  That night we weren't able to go home, because we were going to be late.  So we slept at their house again.  They had to finish planning, and Sister Passey and I were already done.  We didn't want to eat without them, so we laid on the kitchen floor (seriously, we never use chairs) and waiting for them to finish planning.  Except they had to do STL stuff, so sister passey and I laid on the floor and joked for forty minutes about how we were obviously going to starve to death and perish. At one point Sister Passey looks at me with such desperation and says "I would kill for a leaf right now!" she's ridiculous. Five minutes later they came down and we feasted on rice and tuna and curry.  Why do I love the food here so much?  
Friday: Friday the stress was running real high.  It was insane.  We woke up at5:00 to get on a bus to get back to our house on time to start studies.  We had Marivic's baptism that day, so we had to be lookin fly.  As we start our studies, Marivic texts us and tells us that Satan is working so hard on her, but she is just praying and trying to make it to the baptism but she was called into work.  She promised that she would come straight from work, but would be late and could we bring her a towell.  Man, the stress was unreal.  We prayed so hard all day for that woman.  We had a lesson go a little long, so we were running late to a lesson.  We needed to teach this lesson, but we were also cutting it close to gettign to the baptism on time.  So what did we do?  We start RUNNING down the street.  Our hair is flying, sweat is pouring, so much for looking gwapa.  We got to the lesson and both of our curly haired heads are such afros.  But all worked out.  We taught the lesson, we got to the baptism on time, and we fixed our hair in the bathroom hahaha.  Marivic was about an hour late.  But man I have never seen anything more beautiful than that woman's smile as she walked into the church.  We got her changed into her baptism outfit and took some pictures.  Man, being a missionary is so great.  It was so worth it to see her come out of the water crying.  To hear her bear her testimony.  She just shined so bright.  Janene, another one of our investigators was there sitting next to me, she looked over at me and said "It feels so good here.  She is so so happy" and i just told her that's because it's the Holy Ghost. That's because it's true.  Janene is so excited to get baptized in ten days!  As Sister Passey and I were walking around that night we were talking about how we will never be the same.  This mission has changed us.  It has made us so much better.  It is hard, and it will continue to be the hardest thing we've ever done, but man is it so worth it.  We had a really cool moment that night after we were planning.  She shared Mosiah 18:30 with me, and changed the words to say  "And now it came to pass that all this was done in The Philippines, yea, by the waters of Cebu, in the forest that was near the waters of Cebu; yea, the place of Carcar, the waters of Carcar, the forest of Carcar, how beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer; yea, and how blessed are they, for they shall sing to his praise forever" we read this together and just cried.  How true is this?  How true is this for all of our wonderful investigators and also for us?  The gospel is so so good. That night to celebrate we decided to have a cook off and pretend we were reality chef stars.  We made a delicious Filipino meal and then discovered that the other sisters have a hot water device in their shower!  But they've never used it.  Soooo we may have used it in secret and it was bliss.  BLISS I TELL YOU!  
Saturday a beautiful thing happened.  We packed a picnic and went out to the beach in one of our areas and ate a picnic!  And Sister Passey surprised me by bringing a mango!  Beaches and mangos!  It actually happened!  Oh,and for the record, the fiesta is still continuing near our house.  It continues to get bigger and bigger every night.  Send help.  
Sunday.  Sunday was fast sunday, so we had the opportunity to talk about all the people we wanted to fast for and all the things we wanted to ask for help for. We wrote down a list and then decided what we would focus on.  We went to church and I swear everyone came to church!  So many less actives we have been working with!  Investigators galour!  And Clark!  The cute little 13 year old boy came back AGAIN!  One of our less active members brought her little brand new baby tochurch and he was blessed. And Marivic recieved the Holy Ghost.  The had a special musical number and a woman sang "His Hands" by Kenneth Cope.  it was so powerful.  There was not a dry eye in the chapel, the spirit was so strong that the woman could barely finish the song as she sang about Christ's hands pierced and bleeding for us.  Sister Passey looked over at me at the end of church and said "I feel like I just ate a cloud of happiness and heaven" seriously what a nerd.  
Monday Sister Passey had to go to Cebu for a conference.  So I got to hang out with a member of the ward and play missionary by myself.  Same with Tuesday.  It was just a blur.  It basically goes as follows, I had to figure out where to go and what to teach and how to say it and how to get there.  It was beyond stressful! Tears may have been shed.  However, I did it!  And I'm so proud!  She is now back and all is well in the world haha.  But, when she goes home, she will leave on Sunday to go to the mission office, and I won't get a companion until thursday, so I'll work with Mona again.  Please pray for me!  Man, the time is going by so fast.  I have a week and a half left with Sister Passey.  I can't even think about that.  I hate that I won't see her for 14 months.  Where did this transfer go!  Time is flying!  I'm almost at four montsh!  AAHH!!  Oh also, you are all in trouble for putting me speaking Visaya on facebook.  I'm so embarassed!  What do the comments say! I have Filipino friends who will listen and laugh!  Alright, alright, I love you dearly.  I'll talk to you soon!  I love you!  
Love, Carlee