hello everyone!
I don't have much time I'm sorry. plus, you will soon find, I have little to nothing to write about. except:
we are sick! sister hite and I. hers is worse than mine though. we went to the hospital last night after being sick all week. because we were sick, we didn't go out much. don't worry mom! we are perfectly fine. a few antibiotics, some rest, plenty of water, lots of bread. I am totally fine. more just annoying because we can't go out when we're sick. which is why I have nothing to write about. :(
I did almost get into a fight at the bus stop the other night! not really, but kindof. the old men that work there were saying really mean and bad things about me. really loud. they were probably drunk. but sister hite was upset and she got really quiet and clammed up, and I usually just ignore it. but that night I felt really sick and it was a really long day and I was frustrated, so I walked up to them, and in malay semi yelled "why are you saying those things about me like I don't understand you! I understand malay! stop talking about me because you don't know me! you have no respect for women and I think you are a pig!" and then I walked away, as they all had this gaping look on their face. I felt semi guilty after, we are supposed to be very careful with how we act because of whose name is on our name tag. so I felt kindof bad. but also, I had had it. I didn't want to listen to what they were saying anymore. I was just over it. don't learn from my example! I wouldn't have even written the story if I would have had any more stories to tell!
one more thing though that I think is very interesting. I was reading in Alma for my personal study the other day, and it got to the story about the strippling warriors. of course, such an amazing part of the book of mormon. everyone knows that it repeatedly talks about how it was the mothers that taught them and thats why their faith was so strong. it makes a few references to that. which I think is so awesome, I know that you taught me so much of what I know. and also, its something to be excited about for me, one day hopefully I'll have kids to teach and raise in the gospel so they have faith like the strippling warriors. it's a great story, and clearly they were mommy's boys. but one detail I had never before noticed: in chapter 56, verse 27, it talks about the dads. it says that the dads brought many provisions for their sons. how long did the dads have to walk? how heavy was their load? we don't know the details obviously, but I love that they had a role in supporting their sons as well. I know that dad has always supported me, and sometimes in quiet ways that are easy to overlook, just like in the strippling warriors story. however, I remember that one time when I was on my way to New York in the middle of the night only to realize that I left my wallet at home...and what did he do? he made the long journey through the gorge in the middle of the night to bring me my provision. and he saved the day! so I have thought a lot about that part in the book of mormon and how it so much relates to my life as well, with you and dad being so involved in raising me and teaching me the truths of the gospel. I'm very grateful for that. had either one of you not put all you had into it, no doubt I would be a completely different person. as would the strippling warriors had been, I'm sure, if their parents wouldn't have put their everything in.
I spent a lot of time emailing the president, so I am out of time now. sorry! maybe next week I will have more interesting stories to include too.
I love you all so much! stay strong and healthy for me please.
also, promise not to worry about me. I am totally fine.
I love you I love you.
(Lisa and her companion were diagnosed with typhoid. Please keep them in your prayers.)
Tuesday, June 21
Hello Lars!!
the baby is here at last! I want a picture. could you print one out and send one please? your last letter took 11 days to get to me. that's basically the standard. 10-11 days. not so bad, eh?
this week has been pretty rough. I've been throwing up a lot. sister hite has also been sick. it has also been insanely hot, which adds to the sick. it's okay. such is life I guess?
the work has also been very slow, so unfortunately I have no spiritual uplifting stories. I'm sorry! I really tried for one. I could make one up? a lot of males will say they are interested and we'll teach them and they'll seem to be progressing and you get SO stoked, but then after a week or two the bomb gets dropped and they'll call or text and say something like, "hey sister jensen, how about tonight just you and I go out?" and then followed by a, "I just really like you a lot....." sometimes I hate being white. it is difficult! they think you're rich and they just want you to be their girlfriend. it's really tough.
we did have a very funny night though. we went to an inactive members house, she's this old iban hot grandma lady, named Kinta. she's rad. the moment we knocked on her door I knew it was going to be a funny night. she opened it just a crack and I could see smoke and sure enough, a cigarette!!!! so she quickly slammed the door. and you could hear this running/scuttling, and then she reopened the door with a big smile. a big guilty smile:) haha. so we came in, sat down, and she immediately started cooking. I could still smell her smoke haha. so she started cooking, and she comes out a few minutes later with this big meal of noodles, cookies, crackers, milo, flower tea, cheesecake, eggs, rice.........it was HUGE!!!! and it was hysterical because I know she was going all nine yards because she felt guilty. so we eat and laugh and had a lot of very funny conversations with her (Ibans are crazy fun) and then we mentioned that we had just picked up a few dresses from the local thrift store. she also mentioned she had just bought 7 dresses from the same store. so she starts showing them off to us, when she gets to this particularly hideous one. it's like grandma style, ugly flowers, ugly fit. just hideous. and sister hite goes, "wah! I LOVE that one!" (you know how you over compensate for the really ugly things...?) and then my heart smiled. I had premonition and I knew what was going to happen. Kinta goes, "TAKE IT!!!! IT'S A GIFT!!! TAKE IT AND THINK OF ME!!!!!!!!!!" she was so amped on that gift. and sister hite was cornered. you can't turn anything down in malaysia, it's terribly rude. so she had to take the dress. and Kinta made her try it on, and it was hysterical. she looks so ghetto. hahahahahahaha. I was literally peeing my pants in the background, of course egging it on with comments like, "SIS! I've never seen you look so beautiful!!!! you need to make that your sunday nice dress!" and Kinta was loving that so she was adding her own comments similar to those. while sister hite was as red as a tomato and wanted to slaughter her poor little greeny companion:) we walked home and the entire time we had to keep stopping because we were laughing so hard. it was a nice night:) definitely the silver lining. she also came to church this past week, so that was great. something more substantial came out of it than an ugly blue floral dress:)
Sunday was interesting, there is an adorable british medical student that is here for six weeks doing rotations and she is a member so I sat by her and sister larson (senior couple) during relief society. and then what do you know. they spring it on me that I need to translate the lesson for them, since it's in malay. uhhhhh. mati saya!!! I died! I was like, "uh, yeah can! uhhh....." said a little prayer and translated the lesson for them. it was wild. the gift of tongues is real. but I have found I really have to ask for it. I'm not incredibly good at malay at all. but the moments I ask I am able to get out what I need to, or understand what I need to. it gets better every day. I'm growing to love it. sister hite and I get really amped when we are on a bus with the radio on, we like the beautiful malay cinta (love) songs.
we made it a zone goal to finish the book of mormon in the month of june. I LOVE IT!! I have started reading during my lunch time instead of eating now. I can't get enough. it doesn't matter what the previous day was like, because the next morning, every morning, I'm filled with joy as I sit on my deck, looking at the ocean, reading the book of mormon. it sounds lame, but oh my gosh is it true. I'm in alma and I can't get enough. I might name a son Gideon, just because I love Gideon. he had a bit of a small part, but he was a stud! he was smart. read the book of mormon. I promise it will make you as happy as it is making me. it just does that.
the other night we went to another inactive womans house, her name is Aveay. she lives at the very top of a mountain. you have to climb two huge hills to get up there. it was the first day of me being sick and it was really hot and I thought I was literally going to pass out. it was a difficult climb. finally, we got to the top. we went up to her house, and sat on her porch, and we had this completely unobstructed view of all of KK. it was INSANELY gorgeous. insanely gorgeous. I just sat there with my mouth open. I even cried, if you promise not to tell. but it blended in with the sweat so I got away with it. it was beautiful and it was peaceful. finally peace! it always comes at the right time. it reminded me of a general conference talk, Elder Johnson I believe? so I went home and read it. he talks about trials and difficulties and how they relate to our lives. I remember it being one of my favorite talks and after I read it in the liahona, it was practically pink because I marked so much of it. he said you can't see the view unless you make the climb. the analogy meant a lot at that particular moment, and I think it applies very well to life in general. maybe the bigger perspective. life isn't meant to be easy, we need to be stronger and more faithful and sturdy and steadfast when it's all over. of course it isn't easy. I'm glad it isn't easy. it's just hard to remember that sometimes right when you're in the fiery furnace of affliction it seems:) another quote he used, that I think I already quoted in an earlier email right after general conference, but it's my favorite and I have thought about it basically every day since, but the part where the doctor is telling the little kid with cancer about his treatment and he said something like, "will I be the same when this is over?" and the doctor said, "no, you will be stronger." we need to remember that in life. we always need to be growing and progressing, and so trials and difficulties really are blessings to us. you should go and read that talk, it's worth it.
I am excited for our family and the new beautiful baby boy. well, maybe not beautiful (if he looks like Lijy) just kidding!!!!! I need a picture please. I pray everyone else is doing well. I miss you and I love you all.
this week has been pretty rough. I've been throwing up a lot. sister hite has also been sick. it has also been insanely hot, which adds to the sick. it's okay. such is life I guess?
the work has also been very slow, so unfortunately I have no spiritual uplifting stories. I'm sorry! I really tried for one. I could make one up? a lot of males will say they are interested and we'll teach them and they'll seem to be progressing and you get SO stoked, but then after a week or two the bomb gets dropped and they'll call or text and say something like, "hey sister jensen, how about tonight just you and I go out?" and then followed by a, "I just really like you a lot....." sometimes I hate being white. it is difficult! they think you're rich and they just want you to be their girlfriend. it's really tough.
we did have a very funny night though. we went to an inactive members house, she's this old iban hot grandma lady, named Kinta. she's rad. the moment we knocked on her door I knew it was going to be a funny night. she opened it just a crack and I could see smoke and sure enough, a cigarette!!!! so she quickly slammed the door. and you could hear this running/scuttling, and then she reopened the door with a big smile. a big guilty smile:) haha. so we came in, sat down, and she immediately started cooking. I could still smell her smoke haha. so she started cooking, and she comes out a few minutes later with this big meal of noodles, cookies, crackers, milo, flower tea, cheesecake, eggs, rice.........it was HUGE!!!! and it was hysterical because I know she was going all nine yards because she felt guilty. so we eat and laugh and had a lot of very funny conversations with her (Ibans are crazy fun) and then we mentioned that we had just picked up a few dresses from the local thrift store. she also mentioned she had just bought 7 dresses from the same store. so she starts showing them off to us, when she gets to this particularly hideous one. it's like grandma style, ugly flowers, ugly fit. just hideous. and sister hite goes, "wah! I LOVE that one!" (you know how you over compensate for the really ugly things...?) and then my heart smiled. I had premonition and I knew what was going to happen. Kinta goes, "TAKE IT!!!! IT'S A GIFT!!! TAKE IT AND THINK OF ME!!!!!!!!!!" she was so amped on that gift. and sister hite was cornered. you can't turn anything down in malaysia, it's terribly rude. so she had to take the dress. and Kinta made her try it on, and it was hysterical. she looks so ghetto. hahahahahahaha. I was literally peeing my pants in the background, of course egging it on with comments like, "SIS! I've never seen you look so beautiful!!!! you need to make that your sunday nice dress!" and Kinta was loving that so she was adding her own comments similar to those. while sister hite was as red as a tomato and wanted to slaughter her poor little greeny companion:) we walked home and the entire time we had to keep stopping because we were laughing so hard. it was a nice night:) definitely the silver lining. she also came to church this past week, so that was great. something more substantial came out of it than an ugly blue floral dress:)
Sunday was interesting, there is an adorable british medical student that is here for six weeks doing rotations and she is a member so I sat by her and sister larson (senior couple) during relief society. and then what do you know. they spring it on me that I need to translate the lesson for them, since it's in malay. uhhhhh. mati saya!!! I died! I was like, "uh, yeah can! uhhh....." said a little prayer and translated the lesson for them. it was wild. the gift of tongues is real. but I have found I really have to ask for it. I'm not incredibly good at malay at all. but the moments I ask I am able to get out what I need to, or understand what I need to. it gets better every day. I'm growing to love it. sister hite and I get really amped when we are on a bus with the radio on, we like the beautiful malay cinta (love) songs.
we made it a zone goal to finish the book of mormon in the month of june. I LOVE IT!! I have started reading during my lunch time instead of eating now. I can't get enough. it doesn't matter what the previous day was like, because the next morning, every morning, I'm filled with joy as I sit on my deck, looking at the ocean, reading the book of mormon. it sounds lame, but oh my gosh is it true. I'm in alma and I can't get enough. I might name a son Gideon, just because I love Gideon. he had a bit of a small part, but he was a stud! he was smart. read the book of mormon. I promise it will make you as happy as it is making me. it just does that.
the other night we went to another inactive womans house, her name is Aveay. she lives at the very top of a mountain. you have to climb two huge hills to get up there. it was the first day of me being sick and it was really hot and I thought I was literally going to pass out. it was a difficult climb. finally, we got to the top. we went up to her house, and sat on her porch, and we had this completely unobstructed view of all of KK. it was INSANELY gorgeous. insanely gorgeous. I just sat there with my mouth open. I even cried, if you promise not to tell. but it blended in with the sweat so I got away with it. it was beautiful and it was peaceful. finally peace! it always comes at the right time. it reminded me of a general conference talk, Elder Johnson I believe? so I went home and read it. he talks about trials and difficulties and how they relate to our lives. I remember it being one of my favorite talks and after I read it in the liahona, it was practically pink because I marked so much of it. he said you can't see the view unless you make the climb. the analogy meant a lot at that particular moment, and I think it applies very well to life in general. maybe the bigger perspective. life isn't meant to be easy, we need to be stronger and more faithful and sturdy and steadfast when it's all over. of course it isn't easy. I'm glad it isn't easy. it's just hard to remember that sometimes right when you're in the fiery furnace of affliction it seems:) another quote he used, that I think I already quoted in an earlier email right after general conference, but it's my favorite and I have thought about it basically every day since, but the part where the doctor is telling the little kid with cancer about his treatment and he said something like, "will I be the same when this is over?" and the doctor said, "no, you will be stronger." we need to remember that in life. we always need to be growing and progressing, and so trials and difficulties really are blessings to us. you should go and read that talk, it's worth it.
I am excited for our family and the new beautiful baby boy. well, maybe not beautiful (if he looks like Lijy) just kidding!!!!! I need a picture please. I pray everyone else is doing well. I miss you and I love you all.
Tuesday, June 14
THE BABY IS COMING!!!!!!!!
you would be pleased to know I have been FREAKING out over here about that! baby lars already!!!! everyone in the city of KK and the bordering kampungs know that my sister is having a child tomorrow. or the next day. or however the time change ends up being. I can't wait to meet him!! via photographs, of course. AHH! I got a letter from miss and a picture from tessbabe the other day and I won't lie, it made my life. so miss, if you're reading this, thanks so much. I thought I'd give you a shout out so when christina reads this she feels bad and writes me too:) hahah! I have learned to be even more sneaky with things since I've been on my mission!!
you really do have to be sneaky sometimes, like when people don't know if they want to see you yet. you quickly get really good and getting in peoples doors. even when they had the deadlock on and were talking to you through a crack, we still manage to get in:) most of the time. you do what you have to do get people the gospel! it's entertaining. and exhilarating. and exhausting. anymore alliterations anyone can think of? e.....educating?
so I went to KL (Kuala Lumpur melissa! sorry!) last week. I thought it was going to be another NORTON reunion! but was sadly disappointed when I discovered that I was the only greeny there. it was for MLT, mission leadership training? and for who knows what reason they decided to send me with all the other trainers. probably because they didn't want Sister Hite going to scary KL by herself. whatever the reason, it was a proper enjoyable time. I learned a lot. I LOVE my mission president. President Clark is amazing. every time he speaks I end up having so much more knowledge about the scriptures, and feeling so so pumped to go out and be a missionary. he presides by example, and I think that's really cool. plus sister clark loves to chat medicine with me, as she is a nurse as well. we have some giggles and tell some stories and it's all in great fun. I don't think I'll be going anywhere until my passport expires and I have to go to singapore. either mid August or mid September, depending on if they make me get an extension. so about the beloved package I have dreams about from mom, I'm not sure when I'll get it! I don't think anyone is heading to singapore until I go. but we will see.
the other day we had a dreadful day. every appointment fell through, I was sick, sister hite hadn't slept, and we were just spent. but we kept trucking along, and we saw this little scrawny kid asking for money. so we decided to feed him. we told him we'd get him food and be back, and when we did there was four more little boys around. so we went back and got even more food and brought it back. they were multiplying like bunnies! one kid just stood by me and he looked starving. he was starving, literally. so I handed him a container and he took it and sprinted away. poor kid. I hope he likes nasi ayam. I'm not sure what it is, but when I see kids suffering, it literally gives me a disturbed feeling in my heart. I can't be okay like that. thankfully sister hite feels the same way. so we did our best to help out a bit. I had just read in mosiah that day about how we need to give of our substance to those that need. unfortunately, two days later we saw the same kid (the first one we talked to) at the bus stop wearing really nice clean clothes and a nice pair of shoes. a completely different look from his ragged outfit and no shoes when we saw him....HA! he looked like he wanted to die when he saw us again. we stopped to talk with him and you could tell he felt bad. haha. oh well. if nothing more, my comp and I took about 6 10-year old kids out for dinner.
OH GOSH! I hate to admit that this was a very big happy moment of my week. finally during exercise we went to the gym at our apartment place. and guess what they had. A CLIMBING WALL!! it was like a climbing wall meets treadmill. as you climb, the wall moves down and so you just stay stationary in the air. I'm not sure if that made sense. but, it was magical. I miss climbing. I was glowing all day.
I love being a missionary. Jerry, my first baptism, is rungus, one of the tribes here. so they have their own language and everything. anyway, after his baptism he went back to his kampung to tell his family that he had been baptized and to teach them what he has learned. he was telling us the story of what happened the other day. apparently, he was a bit of a hefer in his youth, and his family was always mad at him and the stupid things he was doing. he went as far as to say his brother had zero hope in him ever pulling out of it and being a better person. pretty sad. so he went back to kampung to tell them all that he had changed. and he said at first, no one believed him! and then I guess, (he acted this out for us) he looked at them all, and yelling said, "look at my face! this face is different! I am not the same person as I was before, and I am different now because I found the true church and I was baptized!" and he said after that it went quiet, and then his whole family, even his brother, said he was different. and the rest of the weekend they kept telling him how much light he had. they were so supportive of him!! his sister wanted to give us (sister hite and I) a gift and so did Jerry, to say thank you I guess, so his sister gave sister hite a rungus bible, and jerry gave me his rungus hymn/songbook from when he was younger. he gave those to us the other day and he was soooo jazzed to give them. I teared up I was so happy. he received the aaronic priesthood on sunday, and I teared up again. missionary work makes you so happy. it's unlike anything else I have experienced this far, there is nothing better than seeing someone's light change. and them to literally be starving for the gospel. ah! I love it.
you will like this story. last night we were in one of our areas, our most ghetto area, and there sister hite and I were, walking through the alley's to get back to the bus stop, it's really dark so we can hardly see anything, when a car drives by and illuminates a BIG HUGE RAT! running right towards us. the best part is how we responded to that--we both grabbed on to each other, standing there, screaming. SCREAMING! a blood shrill kind of scream. there were people outside still and they were doubled over they were laughing so hard. haha. there are lots of rats here. it's pretty rough. we still aren't friends. heck, I'm still not friends with the lizards that live in our house. I do need more charity.
you would also be pleased to know I still dance. it's hardly ever, a very rare occasion, but the other night we had been knocking all day and we were exhausted and we had Jen and Herlina, both very cute young 20ish members, who were following us, and we were just dead tired. it was dark and the street was empty so I didn't feel too guilty, but I broke out into a typical lisa tap dance for them complete with a few heel clicks at the end. HA! poor Jen layed down on the ground she was laughing so hard and tiny Herlina said she was going to die because she had never laughed that hard and her body hurt. haha. you can take the girl out of the dance but you can't take the dance out of the girl! some things never change:)
well my time is up! I am so excited for next week to here about the big events that happened this week!! bless you all. I love you all.
you really do have to be sneaky sometimes, like when people don't know if they want to see you yet. you quickly get really good and getting in peoples doors. even when they had the deadlock on and were talking to you through a crack, we still manage to get in:) most of the time. you do what you have to do get people the gospel! it's entertaining. and exhilarating. and exhausting. anymore alliterations anyone can think of? e.....educating?
so I went to KL (Kuala Lumpur melissa! sorry!) last week. I thought it was going to be another NORTON reunion! but was sadly disappointed when I discovered that I was the only greeny there. it was for MLT, mission leadership training? and for who knows what reason they decided to send me with all the other trainers. probably because they didn't want Sister Hite going to scary KL by herself. whatever the reason, it was a proper enjoyable time. I learned a lot. I LOVE my mission president. President Clark is amazing. every time he speaks I end up having so much more knowledge about the scriptures, and feeling so so pumped to go out and be a missionary. he presides by example, and I think that's really cool. plus sister clark loves to chat medicine with me, as she is a nurse as well. we have some giggles and tell some stories and it's all in great fun. I don't think I'll be going anywhere until my passport expires and I have to go to singapore. either mid August or mid September, depending on if they make me get an extension. so about the beloved package I have dreams about from mom, I'm not sure when I'll get it! I don't think anyone is heading to singapore until I go. but we will see.
the other day we had a dreadful day. every appointment fell through, I was sick, sister hite hadn't slept, and we were just spent. but we kept trucking along, and we saw this little scrawny kid asking for money. so we decided to feed him. we told him we'd get him food and be back, and when we did there was four more little boys around. so we went back and got even more food and brought it back. they were multiplying like bunnies! one kid just stood by me and he looked starving. he was starving, literally. so I handed him a container and he took it and sprinted away. poor kid. I hope he likes nasi ayam. I'm not sure what it is, but when I see kids suffering, it literally gives me a disturbed feeling in my heart. I can't be okay like that. thankfully sister hite feels the same way. so we did our best to help out a bit. I had just read in mosiah that day about how we need to give of our substance to those that need. unfortunately, two days later we saw the same kid (the first one we talked to) at the bus stop wearing really nice clean clothes and a nice pair of shoes. a completely different look from his ragged outfit and no shoes when we saw him....HA! he looked like he wanted to die when he saw us again. we stopped to talk with him and you could tell he felt bad. haha. oh well. if nothing more, my comp and I took about 6 10-year old kids out for dinner.
OH GOSH! I hate to admit that this was a very big happy moment of my week. finally during exercise we went to the gym at our apartment place. and guess what they had. A CLIMBING WALL!! it was like a climbing wall meets treadmill. as you climb, the wall moves down and so you just stay stationary in the air. I'm not sure if that made sense. but, it was magical. I miss climbing. I was glowing all day.
I love being a missionary. Jerry, my first baptism, is rungus, one of the tribes here. so they have their own language and everything. anyway, after his baptism he went back to his kampung to tell his family that he had been baptized and to teach them what he has learned. he was telling us the story of what happened the other day. apparently, he was a bit of a hefer in his youth, and his family was always mad at him and the stupid things he was doing. he went as far as to say his brother had zero hope in him ever pulling out of it and being a better person. pretty sad. so he went back to kampung to tell them all that he had changed. and he said at first, no one believed him! and then I guess, (he acted this out for us) he looked at them all, and yelling said, "look at my face! this face is different! I am not the same person as I was before, and I am different now because I found the true church and I was baptized!" and he said after that it went quiet, and then his whole family, even his brother, said he was different. and the rest of the weekend they kept telling him how much light he had. they were so supportive of him!! his sister wanted to give us (sister hite and I) a gift and so did Jerry, to say thank you I guess, so his sister gave sister hite a rungus bible, and jerry gave me his rungus hymn/songbook from when he was younger. he gave those to us the other day and he was soooo jazzed to give them. I teared up I was so happy. he received the aaronic priesthood on sunday, and I teared up again. missionary work makes you so happy. it's unlike anything else I have experienced this far, there is nothing better than seeing someone's light change. and them to literally be starving for the gospel. ah! I love it.
you will like this story. last night we were in one of our areas, our most ghetto area, and there sister hite and I were, walking through the alley's to get back to the bus stop, it's really dark so we can hardly see anything, when a car drives by and illuminates a BIG HUGE RAT! running right towards us. the best part is how we responded to that--we both grabbed on to each other, standing there, screaming. SCREAMING! a blood shrill kind of scream. there were people outside still and they were doubled over they were laughing so hard. haha. there are lots of rats here. it's pretty rough. we still aren't friends. heck, I'm still not friends with the lizards that live in our house. I do need more charity.
you would also be pleased to know I still dance. it's hardly ever, a very rare occasion, but the other night we had been knocking all day and we were exhausted and we had Jen and Herlina, both very cute young 20ish members, who were following us, and we were just dead tired. it was dark and the street was empty so I didn't feel too guilty, but I broke out into a typical lisa tap dance for them complete with a few heel clicks at the end. HA! poor Jen layed down on the ground she was laughing so hard and tiny Herlina said she was going to die because she had never laughed that hard and her body hurt. haha. you can take the girl out of the dance but you can't take the dance out of the girl! some things never change:)
well my time is up! I am so excited for next week to here about the big events that happened this week!! bless you all. I love you all.
Wednesday, June 8
Tuesday, June 7
keluarga!!
I am so very happy today. ha. it has been such a good week. so many good things have been happening in KK! I love this place. I might not want to leave. I am thinking you'll probably have to come out here to pick me up so you can drag me home.
so there is a term "malu" that describes a lot of the people here. it's like, it's kindof like shy. they are shy. if you ask them questions, they look down and won't answer and they are just oh so very malu. well, it's pretty funny. and different, since I'm about as loud as is possible sometimes, but the other day we were teaching this cute girl we contacted. and I kid you not, she hid behind the door when we came inside for the first 15 minutes. wouldn't say anything, she'd just peek her head out every so often. finally with much coaxing from my part, she sat down. and just stared with these big eyes at us. hahaha. and then when we would ask her a question, she'd pick up the pamphlet she was holding, and put it in front of her face. she couldn't even answer! and she was 23!! I am afraid I am becoming malu. I get embarrassed easily now. haha. all part of the process I guess, but it's funny. the culture is basically polar opposite of what we are used to.
here is my missionary moment: so since I have been here we have been working really hard at trying to reactivate inactive members. it's a mission wide goal. soooo, we have put a LOT of time and effort into serving a few families and talking with them and trying to get them back to church. it has been broken promises every sunday until, you guessed it, THIS SUNDAY!! there were FOUR families there!!!!! and this is where it gets really pathetic and you can tell I'm officially a missionary now, when they each walked in I had HUGE crocodile tears in my eyes. I was sooooooooo happy. that is the funny thing about being a missionary. when seemingly little things like that happen, the joy is indescribable. I was so happy.
we had a baptism this sunday too:) his name is Lazaias. he's a little punk, and he is always telling me how bad my malay is. bless his heart. but his baptism was scheduled for 7 am on sunday, so sister hite and I filled the font and cleaned everything up the saturday night right before we went home for the night. everything was ready to go! until we get a call at 6 in the morning, of someone saying that there was a flood in the church and we needed to go figure it out. AH! so we panicked and teared through the house getting ready, managed to get on a bus and ran to the church, only to discover the puddle was wimpy. it took like 5 minutes to mop it up. and there was a sigh of relief. until we went to check on the font. and it was empty. yep, empty. it was about 645 at that point, the baptism was supposed to be starting in 15 minutes, and the font was empty. so we scrambled and scrambled and prayed and scrambled and as a miracle to our prayers, the font was full 20 minutes later. I kid you not, it takes about an hour to fill up the font usually. so, we were able to do the baptism basically on time and it was another incredible experience. I love baptism days. it's something so cool about them walking into the water, being dunked, and when they come out of the water they are a completely new person. completely clean. the former things have been washed away. isn't that unreal? I have been so stupid and never stopped to really think about that before. but now I do and it's so amazing.
we have had so much hujan lately!!! rain! it's been wild! thunder and lightening and nonstop rain for about 3 days. and it's been cooler! it has been sooooo nice. I decided I officially want to live somewhere it rains a lot. only problem, that's when the bugs come out. and we counted last night and I have 23 bug bits on my legs and arms. :) haha. it's all part of the deal. I still love the rain.
sister hite and I are getting along very well. I am very grateful for her. we laugh a lot. she has a huge laugh haha and mine is even bigger so it's great fun. we were talking the other night and I mentioned how I was so grateful I finally could say with 100% honesty that I didn't wish I was home anymore. I love malaysia and my mission. so then we started chatting and I mentioned it was just kindof tough for the first few weeks and she was like WHAT!!!!! I thought you were fine!!! you never acted like you were struggling!!!!! so then we got a good laugh. it's difficult trying to switch over to a different culture and doing different things. and the language adoi! the language thing is hard. but finally I'm able to understand most of what people say to me. this past week my malay has been pretty rough but it's because in my head I've kindof like stopped trying to translate everything first and then speak. I think I'm in the process of switching over, now I usually just open my mouth and malay comes out. the same when people are speaking, instead of translating everything they are saying I just listen and know the words in malay. I may have made it sound like I'm super pandai now....I am not! I still am very rusty. but I feel like it's coming. I'm finally seeing some differences in the speaking and understanding and for that I am so grateful. I love malay. it's like this annoyingly adorable poppy sounding language when they speak and then when they sing in malay it's just unbelievably gorgeous. I love malay. I love malaysia!
the only struggle thus far, a lot of people I contact turn out to be bad. I'll be talking with a male, doesn't matter the age, and they'll be responding very well as I'm teaching them about joseph smith. they'll say they want to know more and that they'll pray about it and they let me get a return appointment. then they'll text or call a few hours later and say "sister jensen! I read the book and I want to meet! can we tonight!!?" so then I'll get super amped, set up a time, and then they'll drop the bomb. "okay but can it just be us two? we can get some food and talk?" uuuuuuugggggghhhhh. that has happened a few times this week and it's always a pretty big bummer. we're really working on finding people right now, and we are constantly trying to meet up with referrals and a few times a week we go knocking for like 7 hours a day. it's rough! it's interesting though and at times very very fun. we meet a lot of interestingly creepy funny sweet scary people every day. I love being a missionary. did I mention that? I just wish we were finding more of the people the Lord needs us to find. we're working hard though and doing the best we can. I pray like I've never prayed before here. and I know as long as I'm doing what I need to and I'm going out and trying to work the Lord will lead us where we need to be. I do know that's true. so now it's just the waiting game.
last thing, I wanted to share a scripture I found after we got yelled at by someone who was ripping our church apart. it was pretty rough, and I felt pretty bad. I never knew how protective I could feel of Joseph Smith until someone started yelling lies about him. it pierced my soul! I wanted to cry! nobody talks bad about joseph smith to me. but anyway. so that happened, and the next day I was reading in the book of mormon and I read a verse I had found in the mtc and liked, but it really meant something to me at that moment. 2 Nephi 7:7-8. I wrote 'rhino skin' in the margin. I have to set my face like a flint. when people say bad things to me, my face is like a flint! people can say what they want! because like it says in verse 8, 'let us stand together' I know the Lord is standing with me. I know that sounds cheesy, and I am full aware of how missionary sounding I am now, but I wouldn't say it if I didn't know it was true. the Lord is standing with me. we are standing together. so it doesn't matter what people say. I love that. I think any of us can apply that in our lives. it doesn't matter what people say, if we hold our face like a stone, and have faith that we're standing with the Lord, it doesn't matter.
okay I am out of time I feel. always so fast. did this week seem fast? it did to me. I am going to KL tomorrow (I get to see sis norton again YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) we have some training. we will be back on friday night. fun fun!
I love you all so very much. thanks for being my rock.
p.s. this happens every p day. someone next to me will be singing really loud to a song and they are totally off tune. does this happen in america? I'm beginning to think it's typical in malaysia. but I cant remember home....it's very hard not to die laughing! I actually do. and then I feel bad. haha. anyway. sayang semua kamu!
so there is a term "malu" that describes a lot of the people here. it's like, it's kindof like shy. they are shy. if you ask them questions, they look down and won't answer and they are just oh so very malu. well, it's pretty funny. and different, since I'm about as loud as is possible sometimes, but the other day we were teaching this cute girl we contacted. and I kid you not, she hid behind the door when we came inside for the first 15 minutes. wouldn't say anything, she'd just peek her head out every so often. finally with much coaxing from my part, she sat down. and just stared with these big eyes at us. hahaha. and then when we would ask her a question, she'd pick up the pamphlet she was holding, and put it in front of her face. she couldn't even answer! and she was 23!! I am afraid I am becoming malu. I get embarrassed easily now. haha. all part of the process I guess, but it's funny. the culture is basically polar opposite of what we are used to.
here is my missionary moment: so since I have been here we have been working really hard at trying to reactivate inactive members. it's a mission wide goal. soooo, we have put a LOT of time and effort into serving a few families and talking with them and trying to get them back to church. it has been broken promises every sunday until, you guessed it, THIS SUNDAY!! there were FOUR families there!!!!! and this is where it gets really pathetic and you can tell I'm officially a missionary now, when they each walked in I had HUGE crocodile tears in my eyes. I was sooooooooo happy. that is the funny thing about being a missionary. when seemingly little things like that happen, the joy is indescribable. I was so happy.
we had a baptism this sunday too:) his name is Lazaias. he's a little punk, and he is always telling me how bad my malay is. bless his heart. but his baptism was scheduled for 7 am on sunday, so sister hite and I filled the font and cleaned everything up the saturday night right before we went home for the night. everything was ready to go! until we get a call at 6 in the morning, of someone saying that there was a flood in the church and we needed to go figure it out. AH! so we panicked and teared through the house getting ready, managed to get on a bus and ran to the church, only to discover the puddle was wimpy. it took like 5 minutes to mop it up. and there was a sigh of relief. until we went to check on the font. and it was empty. yep, empty. it was about 645 at that point, the baptism was supposed to be starting in 15 minutes, and the font was empty. so we scrambled and scrambled and prayed and scrambled and as a miracle to our prayers, the font was full 20 minutes later. I kid you not, it takes about an hour to fill up the font usually. so, we were able to do the baptism basically on time and it was another incredible experience. I love baptism days. it's something so cool about them walking into the water, being dunked, and when they come out of the water they are a completely new person. completely clean. the former things have been washed away. isn't that unreal? I have been so stupid and never stopped to really think about that before. but now I do and it's so amazing.
we have had so much hujan lately!!! rain! it's been wild! thunder and lightening and nonstop rain for about 3 days. and it's been cooler! it has been sooooo nice. I decided I officially want to live somewhere it rains a lot. only problem, that's when the bugs come out. and we counted last night and I have 23 bug bits on my legs and arms. :) haha. it's all part of the deal. I still love the rain.
sister hite and I are getting along very well. I am very grateful for her. we laugh a lot. she has a huge laugh haha and mine is even bigger so it's great fun. we were talking the other night and I mentioned how I was so grateful I finally could say with 100% honesty that I didn't wish I was home anymore. I love malaysia and my mission. so then we started chatting and I mentioned it was just kindof tough for the first few weeks and she was like WHAT!!!!! I thought you were fine!!! you never acted like you were struggling!!!!! so then we got a good laugh. it's difficult trying to switch over to a different culture and doing different things. and the language adoi! the language thing is hard. but finally I'm able to understand most of what people say to me. this past week my malay has been pretty rough but it's because in my head I've kindof like stopped trying to translate everything first and then speak. I think I'm in the process of switching over, now I usually just open my mouth and malay comes out. the same when people are speaking, instead of translating everything they are saying I just listen and know the words in malay. I may have made it sound like I'm super pandai now....I am not! I still am very rusty. but I feel like it's coming. I'm finally seeing some differences in the speaking and understanding and for that I am so grateful. I love malay. it's like this annoyingly adorable poppy sounding language when they speak and then when they sing in malay it's just unbelievably gorgeous. I love malay. I love malaysia!
the only struggle thus far, a lot of people I contact turn out to be bad. I'll be talking with a male, doesn't matter the age, and they'll be responding very well as I'm teaching them about joseph smith. they'll say they want to know more and that they'll pray about it and they let me get a return appointment. then they'll text or call a few hours later and say "sister jensen! I read the book and I want to meet! can we tonight!!?" so then I'll get super amped, set up a time, and then they'll drop the bomb. "okay but can it just be us two? we can get some food and talk?" uuuuuuugggggghhhhh. that has happened a few times this week and it's always a pretty big bummer. we're really working on finding people right now, and we are constantly trying to meet up with referrals and a few times a week we go knocking for like 7 hours a day. it's rough! it's interesting though and at times very very fun. we meet a lot of interestingly creepy funny sweet scary people every day. I love being a missionary. did I mention that? I just wish we were finding more of the people the Lord needs us to find. we're working hard though and doing the best we can. I pray like I've never prayed before here. and I know as long as I'm doing what I need to and I'm going out and trying to work the Lord will lead us where we need to be. I do know that's true. so now it's just the waiting game.
last thing, I wanted to share a scripture I found after we got yelled at by someone who was ripping our church apart. it was pretty rough, and I felt pretty bad. I never knew how protective I could feel of Joseph Smith until someone started yelling lies about him. it pierced my soul! I wanted to cry! nobody talks bad about joseph smith to me. but anyway. so that happened, and the next day I was reading in the book of mormon and I read a verse I had found in the mtc and liked, but it really meant something to me at that moment. 2 Nephi 7:7-8. I wrote 'rhino skin' in the margin. I have to set my face like a flint. when people say bad things to me, my face is like a flint! people can say what they want! because like it says in verse 8, 'let us stand together' I know the Lord is standing with me. I know that sounds cheesy, and I am full aware of how missionary sounding I am now, but I wouldn't say it if I didn't know it was true. the Lord is standing with me. we are standing together. so it doesn't matter what people say. I love that. I think any of us can apply that in our lives. it doesn't matter what people say, if we hold our face like a stone, and have faith that we're standing with the Lord, it doesn't matter.
okay I am out of time I feel. always so fast. did this week seem fast? it did to me. I am going to KL tomorrow (I get to see sis norton again YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) we have some training. we will be back on friday night. fun fun!
I love you all so very much. thanks for being my rock.
p.s. this happens every p day. someone next to me will be singing really loud to a song and they are totally off tune. does this happen in america? I'm beginning to think it's typical in malaysia. but I cant remember home....it's very hard not to die laughing! I actually do. and then I feel bad. haha. anyway. sayang semua kamu!
Monday, June 6
Wednesday, June 1
Heeeeey
I can't believe another p day has come already. this week was very busy for us, and it was also SO HOT! I literally fell asleep in the freezing cold shower last night. we're working hard. but hard is good.
before I forget, I sent a letter to you guys and also to grandma's kaysville address....is she still there? look for the letters to see how long they take. I got grandmas last one ten days after it was posted. very speedy!
so we had a baptism this sunday :) his name is Jerry. and guess who got asked at 1130 the night before to speak at his baptism? ME! I was too tired to try to stay up and practice, and the baptism was at the church the next morning at 8. so, basically I prayed for the gift of tongues, showed up, and started speaking. everyone said I did great. (the members are all very nice though....haha) but I was able to speak off the top of my head.it is also cool, I'm starting to think in malay instead of translating english to malay. if that makes sense. it just comes in malay now. a big relief/milestone for me! the baptism was so amazing though. I just cried like a little baby. big crocodile tears! he is such a cool person, has had such a wild life! and he found the gospel and his life completely changed. so did his whole countenance. he is such a great person and I felt so spoiled to be able to be there for it. the way the gospel affects peoples lives is mindblowing sometimes. I love teaching about the plan of salvation, you can literally see people take a huge sigh of relief when they find out what their life and their families lives could be with the gospel. it gives them hope, and everytime I see people find that hope and that faith it renews mine. moments like that make walking in burning hot sticky dirty weather for 11 hours a day, worth it 100000 times over.
every week we go teach this sweet little recent convert named angel, and her nannyish thing is a member. sister josie. well, sister josie loves me. she has this huge delicious meal for us every time we come over. and early on I mentioned I loved cake because she bakes cakes for her job, so now every time there is also a few slices of homemade 6 layer chocolate cake waiting for me as well:) the members here are so nice. they're so supportive of us missionaries, and they are always trying to refer us to their friends and their families to teach. it makes me so happy! but also feel bad, I never referred any of my friends to the missionaries at home. and it's part of our responisbilities as members of the church! I have already repented with plans to change that when I get home. maybe if you think of anyone, you could refer them to the missionaries as well? especially with elders as cute as elder finland. speaking of, has he been over yet? tell him to write me please. I am thinking if I have any referrals now. maybe I'll pass them on to him.
so I have found a new addiction. named roti susu. basically, you go to one of 100000000 curry houses in KK, and it is like a thick delicious tortillaish thing, covered in sweet condensed milk. you might think that sounds disgusting, and maybe it is. but here, SEDAP!!!!!!! I literally crave them like you wouldn't even believe. I might come home 300 pounds heavier and that will be okay because I enjoyed every second of my roti susu.
oh you will like this, the other day we were knocking in a new area, and we had an appointment we were going to be late for. so, instead of taking the super long way on the road, we decided to conquer the short cut way. which involved scaling the side of a mountain/jungle, with a 20 foot deep sewer/river on our right. the path was, seriously, about 2 feet wide, and the wild jungle trees cut into it the whole time so we literally had like six inches to walk. oh, did I mention it was raining too? haha. it took us about thirty minutes of sheer panic mode before we made it across and back on to a street again. I will admit, I was a bit nervous. just a bit. nothing too bad. just a bit. just kidding! not even at all. I wouldn't have minded falling in to the river of acid/bacteria and shriveling up in 15 seconds flat. just another day for a missionary in KK.
so the Kaamatan festival has been going on the past few days, basically all the tribes here start partying and dressing up in traditional garb and dancing and eating and playing music and what not. so much fun! hard to do missionary work, but so much fun to watch and observe. I have some funny pictures that I'll try to send home. we got a group of members/inactives/investigators together and went to the KDCA, the big party spot, and jalan jalaned. walked around. great fun! there was one point where a bunch of old men were playing the drums, and OF COURSE they decided to come pull me out of the crowd to play the drums with them. which was fine, but then they wanted me to start doing the traditional dance thing with them! which was mortifying! if I wasn't a missionary, absolutely I would have loved that! but I am a missionary. so I had to awkwardly squirm my way out of the crowd of people watching haha. very funny.
I think sister hite has to go to KL again next week. and maybe me too. UGH! more training. but it's hard when your routine gets mixed up. if I don't go I'll go stay with the sweet senior couple again like when sister hite already left. they're soooo funny. elder larson reminds me of dad. we just spar the whole time and then sister larson cooks. bless their hearts! they're in charge of all of southeast asia's charities and so last week I got to help with testing a bunch of little kids eyes to see if they need glasses. something like 10,000 glasses are coming for free for people here that need them but can't afford them. I was stoked I could help with that. I don't get to help very much because my calling is to teach the gospel, not to do service work. but still, every once in a while we get to help out. it makes me miss my job.
a few favors, do you think you could start buying vogue and just stacking them in my room?I'm going to be so desperately behind on fashion and I'm going to need to study and catch up.
also, I have a big problem with slarvy men her cat calling to me. and they're of the race it's against the law to teach, so it's just annoying. so I've been camporing with swedish, german, swahili, and spanish so they don't think I speak english or malay. dad, could you write up a few swedish phrases that I could memorize and start saying to them when they come up to me? sister hite speaks japanese to them and it works like a charm. thanks!!
one last funny story. so, we have an investigator that doesn't read the book of mormon because she can't see very well. she's old. so, we had this brilliant idea to take a book of mormon to a copy place here (none of them believe in copyrights) and have it copied and enlarged. I have copied books before and they were like 12 ringet (like 4 bucks) so we thought it'd be no problem. thinking it'd cost like about that much, and be just a little bit bigger like we explained, we dropped it off and came back a few days later. oh my gosh!!! it's hysterical. the think is like two feet by 1.5 feet. about four inches thick. plus it cost 132 ringets. we wanted to die. we haven't payed for it yet because we don't have enough money. but it is hysterical. at first we wanted to die, but I'm at the point where I can laugh about it now. I'll have to send a picture.
okay my time is about up now. but thanks for the updates on everyone. I'm glad josh is liking the mtc. it's a good place. and I thought melissa would have had her baby now!!!! I'll pray for her. and baby boy. they will be fine I know it. tell her to take it easy. also christina, I haven't heard anything from her in a long time. are her babies still healthy? and tessbabe? I miss you all. I'm glad you are all doing so well and having fun at the cabin. I dream about it! I miss you and I love you
before I forget, I sent a letter to you guys and also to grandma's kaysville address....is she still there? look for the letters to see how long they take. I got grandmas last one ten days after it was posted. very speedy!
so we had a baptism this sunday :) his name is Jerry. and guess who got asked at 1130 the night before to speak at his baptism? ME! I was too tired to try to stay up and practice, and the baptism was at the church the next morning at 8. so, basically I prayed for the gift of tongues, showed up, and started speaking. everyone said I did great. (the members are all very nice though....haha) but I was able to speak off the top of my head.it is also cool, I'm starting to think in malay instead of translating english to malay. if that makes sense. it just comes in malay now. a big relief/milestone for me! the baptism was so amazing though. I just cried like a little baby. big crocodile tears! he is such a cool person, has had such a wild life! and he found the gospel and his life completely changed. so did his whole countenance. he is such a great person and I felt so spoiled to be able to be there for it. the way the gospel affects peoples lives is mindblowing sometimes. I love teaching about the plan of salvation, you can literally see people take a huge sigh of relief when they find out what their life and their families lives could be with the gospel. it gives them hope, and everytime I see people find that hope and that faith it renews mine. moments like that make walking in burning hot sticky dirty weather for 11 hours a day, worth it 100000 times over.
every week we go teach this sweet little recent convert named angel, and her nannyish thing is a member. sister josie. well, sister josie loves me. she has this huge delicious meal for us every time we come over. and early on I mentioned I loved cake because she bakes cakes for her job, so now every time there is also a few slices of homemade 6 layer chocolate cake waiting for me as well:) the members here are so nice. they're so supportive of us missionaries, and they are always trying to refer us to their friends and their families to teach. it makes me so happy! but also feel bad, I never referred any of my friends to the missionaries at home. and it's part of our responisbilities as members of the church! I have already repented with plans to change that when I get home. maybe if you think of anyone, you could refer them to the missionaries as well? especially with elders as cute as elder finland. speaking of, has he been over yet? tell him to write me please. I am thinking if I have any referrals now. maybe I'll pass them on to him.
so I have found a new addiction. named roti susu. basically, you go to one of 100000000 curry houses in KK, and it is like a thick delicious tortillaish thing, covered in sweet condensed milk. you might think that sounds disgusting, and maybe it is. but here, SEDAP!!!!!!! I literally crave them like you wouldn't even believe. I might come home 300 pounds heavier and that will be okay because I enjoyed every second of my roti susu.
oh you will like this, the other day we were knocking in a new area, and we had an appointment we were going to be late for. so, instead of taking the super long way on the road, we decided to conquer the short cut way. which involved scaling the side of a mountain/jungle, with a 20 foot deep sewer/river on our right. the path was, seriously, about 2 feet wide, and the wild jungle trees cut into it the whole time so we literally had like six inches to walk. oh, did I mention it was raining too? haha. it took us about thirty minutes of sheer panic mode before we made it across and back on to a street again. I will admit, I was a bit nervous. just a bit. nothing too bad. just a bit. just kidding! not even at all. I wouldn't have minded falling in to the river of acid/bacteria and shriveling up in 15 seconds flat. just another day for a missionary in KK.
so the Kaamatan festival has been going on the past few days, basically all the tribes here start partying and dressing up in traditional garb and dancing and eating and playing music and what not. so much fun! hard to do missionary work, but so much fun to watch and observe. I have some funny pictures that I'll try to send home. we got a group of members/inactives/investigators together and went to the KDCA, the big party spot, and jalan jalaned. walked around. great fun! there was one point where a bunch of old men were playing the drums, and OF COURSE they decided to come pull me out of the crowd to play the drums with them. which was fine, but then they wanted me to start doing the traditional dance thing with them! which was mortifying! if I wasn't a missionary, absolutely I would have loved that! but I am a missionary. so I had to awkwardly squirm my way out of the crowd of people watching haha. very funny.
I think sister hite has to go to KL again next week. and maybe me too. UGH! more training. but it's hard when your routine gets mixed up. if I don't go I'll go stay with the sweet senior couple again like when sister hite already left. they're soooo funny. elder larson reminds me of dad. we just spar the whole time and then sister larson cooks. bless their hearts! they're in charge of all of southeast asia's charities and so last week I got to help with testing a bunch of little kids eyes to see if they need glasses. something like 10,000 glasses are coming for free for people here that need them but can't afford them. I was stoked I could help with that. I don't get to help very much because my calling is to teach the gospel, not to do service work. but still, every once in a while we get to help out. it makes me miss my job.
a few favors, do you think you could start buying vogue and just stacking them in my room?I'm going to be so desperately behind on fashion and I'm going to need to study and catch up.
also, I have a big problem with slarvy men her cat calling to me. and they're of the race it's against the law to teach, so it's just annoying. so I've been camporing with swedish, german, swahili, and spanish so they don't think I speak english or malay. dad, could you write up a few swedish phrases that I could memorize and start saying to them when they come up to me? sister hite speaks japanese to them and it works like a charm. thanks!!
one last funny story. so, we have an investigator that doesn't read the book of mormon because she can't see very well. she's old. so, we had this brilliant idea to take a book of mormon to a copy place here (none of them believe in copyrights) and have it copied and enlarged. I have copied books before and they were like 12 ringet (like 4 bucks) so we thought it'd be no problem. thinking it'd cost like about that much, and be just a little bit bigger like we explained, we dropped it off and came back a few days later. oh my gosh!!! it's hysterical. the think is like two feet by 1.5 feet. about four inches thick. plus it cost 132 ringets. we wanted to die. we haven't payed for it yet because we don't have enough money. but it is hysterical. at first we wanted to die, but I'm at the point where I can laugh about it now. I'll have to send a picture.
okay my time is about up now. but thanks for the updates on everyone. I'm glad josh is liking the mtc. it's a good place. and I thought melissa would have had her baby now!!!! I'll pray for her. and baby boy. they will be fine I know it. tell her to take it easy. also christina, I haven't heard anything from her in a long time. are her babies still healthy? and tessbabe? I miss you all. I'm glad you are all doing so well and having fun at the cabin. I dream about it! I miss you and I love you
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