Laundry Day at the MTC
Well, two weeks down, about seven to go! (Six, seven... eh, who really knows?) My companions have expressed several times how much they wish they could just be in the field already, how tired they already are of the MTC, etc., but honestly? I wish we had 12 weeks. I realize that's me being not as courageous as I could be, but I think it pretty accurately describes what I'm feeling.
Love,
This past week was a little tougher than the first. There was so much to take in the first week, I didn't really have time to think about anything else, but as we settle into our schedule and the different lifestyle... things are creeping in. For instance, I guess I didn't realize how much I would think about my family. Not that it's devastatingly crushing my will to go on, but it just sort of surprised me how often I think about them. I came from being able to ask my family members how their days were anytime I want, to only getting to say things to them once a week on Wednesdays, and... it's a little weird, not gonna lie. Also, I think I'm having physical contact withdrawals. Coming from the huggiest, massagiest family to only handshakes for Elders and occasional hugs for Sisters... not my favorite. I haven't hug-attacked anyone yet, but I don't know, it may be coming. That would be the worst, just hug the next tall Asian I see and pretend it's Levi? Cuz I'm real tempted. Actually, I would probably think it was great, and then I'd be sad; the Elder I hugged would be super weirded out, and then we'd both get in trouble. So, no worries, it won't happen. Just know that I miss hugging my brothers and cousins.
My time is running out, because I decided to reply to individual letters first. :) Next week I'll write the weekly letter first, and then hopefully I can use my time a little more wisely. Or better yet, I'll plan out what I want to type. We'll see, I guess.
Really quick, before I go, I just want to bear my testimony. This past week, I really wanted to give up. I mean, for three or four days, I was daydreaming about going home, secretly hoping that someone high up would say "We've had a miraculous revelation that you're supposed to go home now! Good job, have a good life!" Seriously. Wanted. To give up. But how disappointed would Heavenly Father be in me? And how disappointed would I be in myself? If you don't know me very well, just know that I would be VERY disappointed in myself. And I know that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ would still love me, but I know that they deserve the very best from me. And also, They're helping me along the way anyway, so I can't completely justify wanting to give up.
I love this gospel. I'm still learning--I think we all are--but as I learn, I love it more.
Love,
Sister Chun
PS--I want mail. Even if it's just to tell me about your day. In fact, I most likely won't be able to respond to everything (I'll try, but be warned that it might not happen), but I want to hear about what you're doing, what you did... basically, I want you to make it super easy for me to be a stalker. :) For DearElder.com, my unit number is 178, Departure Date is December 13, and Mission code is KOR-SEO. Snail mail is also great. :)
I love love love you all!
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