Wow, this week was a tough one. I love Hermana Lyman, my new companion, and Mount Vernon, my new area, seems fine, but this week was supes hard.
So, Monday was lots on tears as Hermana Andersen and I packed my cosas and prayed that I would have a good companion and a good area. Tuesday was chaos. We got to transfers, and there were a million and five missionaries there, and I got four letters, and then I got the slip. It told me that I would be with Hermana Lyman, and I would be in Mount Vernon. Hermana Andersen tried to be excited for me; Hermana Lyman was her last companion, and Mount Vernon was where she was born (as a missionary), but it was really hard for both of us because we'd become so close that last 12 weeks.
Then, in the car to Mount Vernon, the branch president driving because we're on bike, and Hermana Lyman in the front being all social, I just wanted to sit there in the bucket seat of the van and ponder, maybe take a nap, but our neighbor, Stephanie, was there sitting next to me talking my ear off. It didn't matter that it was English, I didn't get a lot out of it.
Then this week was full of Hispanics that I don't know with excuses I had heard before (no puedo, porque este y este y este), and I felt I could not be productive in the slightest with planning or anything, because I don't know the people, I don't know where they live, so I don't know how to use our marshmellows wisely, so Hermana Lyman does all the planning.
And with Hermana Andersen, I had gotten used to our super organized fridge and cupboards. And it was great. When I came in on Tuesday with my yogurts and vitamin waters and homemade tamales, and asked where they should live, Hermana Lyman said anywhere. She meant it.
There are two other hermanas living with us, and there is no order to our kitchen. Everyday, I'm reminded of Doctrine and Covenants 88:119:
Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, even a house a prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God.
Maybe we're the other things, but I do not feel that tenemos una casa de orden. But it's okay, it's just a small thing, and I'm slowly fixing it. (: It'll be mejor.
We watched the Womens Conference (in English), and it was sooo awesome! We all miss our moms, soo much. (: So I just wanted to make a shout out to my mom. Mom, thank you for always being so centered and making sure that we always had conference on and weren't doing other things whenever it was conference time. Thank you for your example. (: Te quiero mucho!
So, that was my week. Then I found out today that Sheila (my car) has passed away. I'm super bummed, but glad the driver is okay. So, the good thing about all this is that next week everything has to be better. (:
I love you all!
La Familia Guevara-without Hermana Guevara because she wasn't home. ):
Hermana Andersen didn't know how to use my fancypants new camera my parents sent, so this is upside-down.
And this one is Hermana Lyman, my new companion, and I.
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