One
of the districts in my zone left this morning. They had some wonderful
sisters who we love and miss. Their names are Sister Martinez, Sister
Green, and Sister Priest. Sister Martinez is going to Alaska and Sister
Priest and Sister Green are going to Utica, New York. They were kind
of like older sisters to us even though we found out I am older than
most of them, haha :)
On Thursday
night, we had the fire alarm go off in our residence hall while we were
getting ready for bed. I think someone burned popcorn. There's nothing
like hundreds of sister missionaries huddled together outside in the
cold singing hymns and primary songs :) It was funny because Sister
Giles had a face mask on and her hair in curlers. Some girls were
wrapped in towels because they had to jump out of the shower. I felt so
bad for them! When we got back in, we took a picture of what we looked
like when we went out...minus the face mask.
It
has been really fun learning to be a missionary. I know that God is
helping me even in the little things. I was worried about waking up on
time, but since I've been here I actually wake up before my alarm! It's
a crazy and busy schedule, but I don't mind it. The food is good even
though lots of people complain about it. We have taught lessons to our
teachers pretending to be investigators (people wanting to learn about
my church). Which reminds me - my teachers are so awesome! Their names
are Brother Combs and Sister Pahulu. They have taught us so much. We
also taught some people who we aren't told if they are pretending or if
they are really investigators. The first one went really, really well.
She was very interested in what we had to say and seemed to understand
and want to learn more. The second one...not so much. She was really
nice, but we don't know how to teach her. She has similar beliefs, but
seems to think ours are wrong in small but significant ways. She just
wanted to make small talk, which is fine but not the most efficient.
She played us a beautiful song on her guitar, though :)
Well,
I miss you all and think of you often. It's hard not to be able to
call or email whenever I want and see on Facebook what's going on in
people's lives. Please email me or even write me letters! I can get
letters every day, but I only check my email once a week.
Much love!
--
Sister Porter
P.S.
Here are some pictures! The first is me on my first day pointing to
where I'm going :) You may notice the orange dot on my name tag...that
pretty much meant people said, "Welcome to the MTC!" to you every 5
seconds. The second is our bedroom door that the other Sisters
decorated for us before we came. The third is us after the fire alarm
incident. The third is Sister Green :) I can't fit the rest in this
email, so I'll send another one :)
