-Rude things my
missionary friends send me: 2 Nephi 1:14, but swap the word parent for
missionary. (“Awake! And arise from the
dust, and hear the words of a trembling [missionary], whose limbs ye must soon
lay down in the cold and silent grave, from whence no traveler can return; a
few more days and I go the way of all the earth.”)
-I had my last zone
meeting this week. It was interesting to see how the Spirit is now talking to
me, getting me ready with goals and plans for when I get home. Also, our zone
is full of "dead" missionaries (or missionaries who are going to
finish their missions soon). Here we all are, dead, or dying. I went more for
the living dead look. I dunno why Elder Juarez thinks that that’s a dead face
(he's the one on the end.)
-A fun thing is
accidentally matching with your companion! This is Hna Hernandez from Veracruz,
Mexico. Weird thing about our companionship … I'm the chubby one. Heavenly
Father's always looking to keep me humble...
And to finish off, I am
pretty sure that the cockroaches all know that I am leaving, so they decided to
do everything that they can to bother me as much as they can these last few
weeks.
Like this guy, who was
just dead with his guts hanging out outside our door.
Or this guy, who I found
in the washing machine that I rented today. But I didn't see him until after I
had pulled out a bunch of clothes. Bleh.
The one that iced the
cake though, was the one that, while I was studying, climbed up my chair, then up
my back, then onto my shoulder and into my hair and on my neck. I was so not a
happy camper.
I hate cockroaches, but
love being a missionary.
Another note: Conference
was great. I learned so much, and I have so much to do and to work on. I'm
pretty sure the whole world has said that by now, but it's true.
My fingers hurt and
there's still a lot I haven’t told you, but they're going to have to be post -mission
stories or something.
Love you all. Have a
wonderful week!
Hermana Dallyn Anderson
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