to me
(My camera is bomb! It's a tiny puffball)
Ia Orana a la monde!
This week in paradise has been hands down the strangest week of my life.
I have no where I can possibly begin. Well start with something pretty
amazing.
It's purple on the outside, silver
on the inside, and you can eat it! What is it? Only the most delicious
chocolate in the world. Hello Cadbury. Why have you only been in my life
in the form of Easter goodness? I was introducted to Cadbury this week.
Dang it's delicious. There's nothing better than having a delicious
square of deliciousness right before bed. (How many times can I say
delicious in one paragraph? Challenge accepted.) Really though. It's
delicious.
(ugliest dog in the world award)
One
thing I'm thankful for? Green Slime. Yes. I did just say Green Slim.
It's a handy dandy way to patch flat tires... which are the bane of
existance for missionaries. Dear Pops, you saved my life with this
stuff. And Dad, for all times I watched you figure out where the hole in
a tire is. Soeur Li and I tried to patch it, but that was a failure.
So I sneakily (that's a word in my mind) threw in some of the green
stuff and my bike has never been better. I just don't want to share the
precious stuff with every missionary who has a flat tire.... call me
greedy....
So this week I was transferred. I'm now serving in
Orofero with Soeur Rima. She's great. She's from Raitea and is almost
done with her mission. She heads home in December. Orofero is nothing
like Maraa, but its literally the sector next to Maraa. We still go to
the same chapel and everything. There is a ton of poverty here. Much
more than I've seen before on my mission. I'm glad I'm able to do
something and not just sit back and watch. That's the blessing of the
Gospel. It's for everyone, and everyone pitches in to help share it,
(family home evening. They had to blance 15 nails on top of one)
I
had the most terrible, strange lesson in the world this week. It all
started with Otako. He's the little boy from the pictures last week.. He
was playing soccer with his friends, when he stopped to have the
lesson. He sat down, and I'm like, Otako! Tu peut inviter tes amis! So
he yelled, and invited all the little boys to come listen, and they did.
Picture this: we're sitting outside, on rocks and buckets and rickety
wooden benches, we have a plyboard table we're all sitting around, and
there' a dog sitting under the table. We start going, we're having a
great discussion one who is Jesus Christ and then we asked each kid if
they want to be baptised, they all say yes. I'm thinking to myself. Yes!
Now we can go teach their families, we were about ready to ask if we
could go talk to their parents when.... the dog gave birth. No joke. I
don't even know how to explain how odd and terrible that moment in my
life was. The thing is, I knew. I just refused to say anything. This
lesson was super important and I needed the attention to be on the
Spirit, not the dumb dog. Until Soeur Rima realized what was going
on.... Goodbye attention. :) There wen't the spirit, that was for sure.
We quickly ended the lesson, went on our way and left the boys to
watch. Ugh. That was a moment where I sat and thought, "wait, this is my
life? this isn't some strange missionary movie"
We had another lesson that went very well. We
started to teach a new investigator who also accepts the lessons from
the Jehova witnesses, That was a fun lesson. One is the mother of a
member, the other is a transvestite inactive member. (he/she was
baptised when she/he was 12 and never went back) The funny thing is,
they believe everyting we believe. They just don't have the knowlege of
the restoration and the commandements. They are so spiritually ready
it's crazy, but it's going to be a matter of being able to teach them
instead of answering questions that will get us nowhere. Such as: Did
Christ have a wife.. Ugh. Not in the Bible, we don't know. Yes the TV
may have said something. No, we don't know. Continue this for a good 10
minutes, while we try to change the subject. I'm quite excited for the
next lesson. :)
(BAM! 33 nails, it's possible, we've got skill)
Last
crazy story of the week. A new sister joined our District this week.
Her name is Soeur Weller and she's from... wait for it... Kamas Utah!
Boom. Small world. She's great, She finishes in Novemeber or December,
so she already knows all the secrets of being a missionay, it's going to
be great to learn from her.
Until next week!
XXo,
Soeur Taylor
p.s. All I want for Christmas is .5 G2 black pens. Buckets and buckets full. #firstworldproblems
Tahiti Papeete Mission
Soeur Taylor, Morgan
B.P. 93
Papeete, Tahiti
98713
French Polynesia.
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