Hola todo!
As I sit down to write this I find myself really praying that all is well with everyone. Last night I had a very realistic dream that I was done with my mission. Yeah, I panicked. I am so thankful that I still have time to serve the Lord and to be His mouthpiece, I love the work.
So you all remember Bryan? He is our investigator that I told you all attended church last Sunday. Well he went yesterday too and is all ready for his baptism next Sunday! Honestly he is SOOO excited. I have prayed my whole mission to meet someone like Bryan. He is one of those who has really been prepared to receive the gospel. I have to tell you all what happened the other day. We were just finishing up with a lesson with him and he asked me to say the closing prayer. Well I did say it and after it was over and Hermana Sant and I had said "amen" he just kept my prayer going and said "and Dear Lord, thank you for my friends and for bringing this gospel into my life, Amen". Oh man, it was the cutest thing that I think I have ever heard...such an "aawwww" moment. Seriously though I thought my heart was going to burst with joy. He LOVES the gospel and it like second nature to him to learn more truths. SUCH a blessing. I love him!
So this last week was for SURE the hottest week of the summer thus far and boy was it blazing...we walked in it all week long. We had a very full week! I have no idea how far we walked but I am pretty sure I am getting calves of steel. We also rode the bus every single day, multiple times. I have never in my entire life seen as many crazy things as I see on one nice long bus ride in Kansas City, Kansas. The things that you only hear about in the movies come to life there. Last Saturday we needed to ride the bus to our chapel to go to a going away party for a missionary in our ward. He is one of the very first missionaries ever to leave from our ward who actually lives inside the ward boundaries, so it is a VERY momentous occasion. The party was to help him to gather enough stuff to be able to have all of the things he needs while out there. Let me just say that I am so glad that we survived this bus ride. Because it was a Saturday night the bus was JAM PACKED like I have never seen it before and our ride was an hour and a half long. I was attempting to write in my journal in the beginning but had to give up on this fairly quickly because it is an insanely bumpy ride. Also we were sitting in the front where the seats are facing the side instead of forward and I started to get super motion sick. I told my companion that I needed to move to the back so that I could face forward, but the problem with the back is that you get bumped around way more and that kind of motion makes her sick, so it's kind of a lose lose situation. Well we finally found room for both of us in the back but after a few minutes I looked over at my companion and she had a look of panic on her face. I leaned over and asked her if she was okay and she told me to look over at the couple that was sitting right next to her. I looked over and I saw that they were meth users and had a lot of open sores that were bleeding. I think I talked a little about how my companion really does not like germs. Well she HATES blood. So. She was in the part of the bus that makes her the most sick, with some people with bloody sores...also it was very hot. Oh. And shortly afterwards some very nice looking Colombian guys our age got on the bus and started trying to flirt with us. I was never so happy to get off of the bus.
Earlier in the week I had the chance to go on exchanges with the sister missionaries who are closest to us. They live in Lawrence Kansas which is about 45 minutes away from us. I got to be companions for a day with a sister named Sister Van Camp. I had such a good time! I think that the chance that we get to go on exchanges once every transfer is so inspired. These experiences really help me to see things that I could be doing better and to feel re-pumped for jumping into the work. Also Lawrence is so different than anywhere that I have thus served(ha ha the two places that I have thus far served in). We had to ride the bus there too but it was really clean and quiet and there was only a few people on the bus. Also the bus driver knows the missionaries and is very nice. While I was there I got to go with Sister Van Camp to the Salvation Army to do service. We worked at the food kitchen and served people lunch. This was the first time that I had ever done this and I seriously loved it. I met a woman named Lupe there and she was so excited that I could speak Spanish to her (the sisters that serve there are always English sisters). So it is seriously easy to make friends with most Hispanics because they are usually so friendly, the only problem is the when you speak Spanish to them they get really excited that you can speak Spanish and they start speaking this rapid fire language that can in no way be recognized as the language that I have been learning for the last 7 months. Well it's not that bad but sometimes the fact that I just love to laugh in most situations really helps me out because if I don't know exactly what they said I laugh and nod my head or use filler words. It's great. I love Spanish. I learned a lot from Sister Van Camp and I was also happy to come back to the Kaw River ward.
So just to finish up this email I need to say that I know that real, sincere, heart-felt, faith infused prayer works. Yesterday we went to church and by the time we got home I was so tired from the week before of all of the walking in the hot sun and humidity that I thought I could not ever get off of my bed after our hour of dinner was over. I felt like I literally did not have the strength. At this point I remembered what my companion had told me the week before. She said that while she was in the MTC Elder Holland had come and spoke (lucky, right!) and he had said that the he expects missionaries to have super human strength. I remember thinking about this for a long time and wondering if in my moments of exhaustion am I using the special power that is given to me with my calling? I still felt that I could not get up off of my bed and spend the next four hours walking in the heat trying to find the people that have been prepared for us. So I rolled off of my bed onto my knees and I prayed. I prayed that the Lord would give me that super human strength that comes with my calling, because an apostle of the Lord said that it does and I know that words that he speaks are true. Well I prayed for about five minutes, then I got up and we got ready and left. In the next four hours after this experience we ended up finding two new investigators, a less active member who we had not been able to see in a month and who invited us to eat dinner with them(this was a blessing all in itself because we were VERY low on food and my dinner had consisted of old chips and salsa, ha ha), and we found a part member family who was SO excited to see us and the husband who is not a member was like "Well at least you can skip that part of having to convince us that this gospel is true, we already know it's true". In the moments when we wonder if we really can do it I can promise you that on your own you cannot live up to the full potential that the Lord has in store for you. Just like the Savior said to His disciples "Come and see". Come and see kind of superhuman power the Lord has waiting for those that ask.
I love you all,
con amor,
Hermana Thorne
As I sit down to write this I find myself really praying that all is well with everyone. Last night I had a very realistic dream that I was done with my mission. Yeah, I panicked. I am so thankful that I still have time to serve the Lord and to be His mouthpiece, I love the work.
So you all remember Bryan? He is our investigator that I told you all attended church last Sunday. Well he went yesterday too and is all ready for his baptism next Sunday! Honestly he is SOOO excited. I have prayed my whole mission to meet someone like Bryan. He is one of those who has really been prepared to receive the gospel. I have to tell you all what happened the other day. We were just finishing up with a lesson with him and he asked me to say the closing prayer. Well I did say it and after it was over and Hermana Sant and I had said "amen" he just kept my prayer going and said "and Dear Lord, thank you for my friends and for bringing this gospel into my life, Amen". Oh man, it was the cutest thing that I think I have ever heard...such an "aawwww" moment. Seriously though I thought my heart was going to burst with joy. He LOVES the gospel and it like second nature to him to learn more truths. SUCH a blessing. I love him!
So this last week was for SURE the hottest week of the summer thus far and boy was it blazing...we walked in it all week long. We had a very full week! I have no idea how far we walked but I am pretty sure I am getting calves of steel. We also rode the bus every single day, multiple times. I have never in my entire life seen as many crazy things as I see on one nice long bus ride in Kansas City, Kansas. The things that you only hear about in the movies come to life there. Last Saturday we needed to ride the bus to our chapel to go to a going away party for a missionary in our ward. He is one of the very first missionaries ever to leave from our ward who actually lives inside the ward boundaries, so it is a VERY momentous occasion. The party was to help him to gather enough stuff to be able to have all of the things he needs while out there. Let me just say that I am so glad that we survived this bus ride. Because it was a Saturday night the bus was JAM PACKED like I have never seen it before and our ride was an hour and a half long. I was attempting to write in my journal in the beginning but had to give up on this fairly quickly because it is an insanely bumpy ride. Also we were sitting in the front where the seats are facing the side instead of forward and I started to get super motion sick. I told my companion that I needed to move to the back so that I could face forward, but the problem with the back is that you get bumped around way more and that kind of motion makes her sick, so it's kind of a lose lose situation. Well we finally found room for both of us in the back but after a few minutes I looked over at my companion and she had a look of panic on her face. I leaned over and asked her if she was okay and she told me to look over at the couple that was sitting right next to her. I looked over and I saw that they were meth users and had a lot of open sores that were bleeding. I think I talked a little about how my companion really does not like germs. Well she HATES blood. So. She was in the part of the bus that makes her the most sick, with some people with bloody sores...also it was very hot. Oh. And shortly afterwards some very nice looking Colombian guys our age got on the bus and started trying to flirt with us. I was never so happy to get off of the bus.
Earlier in the week I had the chance to go on exchanges with the sister missionaries who are closest to us. They live in Lawrence Kansas which is about 45 minutes away from us. I got to be companions for a day with a sister named Sister Van Camp. I had such a good time! I think that the chance that we get to go on exchanges once every transfer is so inspired. These experiences really help me to see things that I could be doing better and to feel re-pumped for jumping into the work. Also Lawrence is so different than anywhere that I have thus served(ha ha the two places that I have thus far served in). We had to ride the bus there too but it was really clean and quiet and there was only a few people on the bus. Also the bus driver knows the missionaries and is very nice. While I was there I got to go with Sister Van Camp to the Salvation Army to do service. We worked at the food kitchen and served people lunch. This was the first time that I had ever done this and I seriously loved it. I met a woman named Lupe there and she was so excited that I could speak Spanish to her (the sisters that serve there are always English sisters). So it is seriously easy to make friends with most Hispanics because they are usually so friendly, the only problem is the when you speak Spanish to them they get really excited that you can speak Spanish and they start speaking this rapid fire language that can in no way be recognized as the language that I have been learning for the last 7 months. Well it's not that bad but sometimes the fact that I just love to laugh in most situations really helps me out because if I don't know exactly what they said I laugh and nod my head or use filler words. It's great. I love Spanish. I learned a lot from Sister Van Camp and I was also happy to come back to the Kaw River ward.
So just to finish up this email I need to say that I know that real, sincere, heart-felt, faith infused prayer works. Yesterday we went to church and by the time we got home I was so tired from the week before of all of the walking in the hot sun and humidity that I thought I could not ever get off of my bed after our hour of dinner was over. I felt like I literally did not have the strength. At this point I remembered what my companion had told me the week before. She said that while she was in the MTC Elder Holland had come and spoke (lucky, right!) and he had said that the he expects missionaries to have super human strength. I remember thinking about this for a long time and wondering if in my moments of exhaustion am I using the special power that is given to me with my calling? I still felt that I could not get up off of my bed and spend the next four hours walking in the heat trying to find the people that have been prepared for us. So I rolled off of my bed onto my knees and I prayed. I prayed that the Lord would give me that super human strength that comes with my calling, because an apostle of the Lord said that it does and I know that words that he speaks are true. Well I prayed for about five minutes, then I got up and we got ready and left. In the next four hours after this experience we ended up finding two new investigators, a less active member who we had not been able to see in a month and who invited us to eat dinner with them(this was a blessing all in itself because we were VERY low on food and my dinner had consisted of old chips and salsa, ha ha), and we found a part member family who was SO excited to see us and the husband who is not a member was like "Well at least you can skip that part of having to convince us that this gospel is true, we already know it's true". In the moments when we wonder if we really can do it I can promise you that on your own you cannot live up to the full potential that the Lord has in store for you. Just like the Savior said to His disciples "Come and see". Come and see kind of superhuman power the Lord has waiting for those that ask.
I love you all,
con amor,
Hermana Thorne