Hello all!
It's only been two and half days and I feel like I've been here for a long time but simultaneously, time flies by very quickly. I thought I would be really overwhelmed at first but things aren't so bad and I think I might make it through this missionary crash course in one piece and in good shape.
After I was dropped off, I was herded this way and that with hardly any time to process what was going on until I was suddenly landed in a classroom where I was welcomed with the rest of my district. I love my district. Yesterday evening, we played a get to know you, icebreaker game and now we have fun and feel much more comfortable around each other.
My schedule is so busy, I barely have time to write in my journal at the end of the day. My companion and I are actually going to use some P-Day time to catch up on that for a little bit. My companion is Sister Fjierstad (fear-stad; see pictures) and I love her. We're getting ready to teach our first investigator tonight and we're both nervous but I'm praying that the Spirit will be with us and gives her the message she needs to hear.
The Spirit is so strong here. And everyone is happy and welcoming. Even when I don't quite know what to when everyone else seems to, I don't suffer through a stressful social anxiety and I'm comfortable with just asking my questions. And I'm incredibly thankful for that. Especially since the most jarring thing I've experienced so far is just getting used to living in a dorm-esque environment.
The main thing I've been doing is studying, studying, and more studying. It's a good thing I grew up as a bookworm and went to a homework heavy high school because I don't mind it. Actually, I kind of like it.
I was able to attend the temple with my roommates, this morning. It's beautiful in there and so peaceful. I'm so grateful that I was able to go. This morning kind of started off on a bad note. My skin is so dry, I literally coated my face and hands with three layers of lotion last night before bed (can I please just live in humid and warm Tennessee now?) and another coat this morning. I also lost my magnetic name tag (I have second, pin-on one to wear, thankfully) and couldn't find it anywhere. Then, Sister Fjierstad and I only had like, ten minutes to get to the cafeteria to eat breakfast before we needed to leave for the temple. And to top it off, I had a rather annoying stomach ache which wouldn't go away and seemed to get worse as the morning went on. I only had a half glass of chocolate milk because that was the only thing I thought my stomach could handle at the moment. But in the temple, the brother who gave the prayer, blessed the missionaries (whoa, that's me now O.o) and asked that those who were praying for specific things, they would have to blessings granted. I was definitely praying for a lot of these little things to be fixed and I felt kind of guilty about asking for so much. But the Lord showed his tender mercies to me and now my stomach feels completely fine. I remembered that I put my my name tag in the pocket of my pj's within minutes of returning to our room after. And my skin definitely feels better that yesterday. Also, the rash I got on the back of my right heel from the shoe rubbing hasn't turned into a blister yet (which I was also praying for).
I'm also so grateful for this opportunity to be at the MTC. I am learning the fundamentals of the gospel and my testimony in Christ, the Atonement and his grace is strengthening.
Take care, all.
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Regards,
Sister Ririe
p.s. the ice cream is really good :)
Mom & Dad:
Getting up early isn't so bad either, though Maybe that's partially because I worked early at the temple and I also had to get up at 6 and eat breakfast with everyone every school day. Though I think that might get harder as time goes on.
Ummm...I forgot to take pictures but I'll try to remember and take more for next week. Sister Fjierstad and I borrowed a card reader from an Elder so I could send you those two pics but I need to get one from the store myself.
And yes Mom, the food here is reeaaally good. I promise I'm still eating healthy too.
There's a sister missionary here, in my zone, who is from Ririe, Idaho. She saw my name is Ririe and told me I'm her favorite, even though we haven't really talked yet haha?
It's a good thing you told me to pack my blanket because the first night was super cold, they only gave us one thin blanket. But I got it out last night and definitely slept much better.
Sister Ririe
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