"I Can Do This!"

HOLA FAMILIA!!

I honestly can´t believe that it´s time to write again. The time goes simultaneously unbelievably fast and unbearably slow. With a short term perspective, it feels like this past week flew by. But in the grand scheme of things, one week doesn´t seem like much time when you´ve still got 16 months. It´s an interesting mix of emotions for sure.

That being said, I love it here. I don´t even know where to begin. The work is hard, and there are days that I don´t think I can do it, but with out fail, every day I remember all of the powerful blessings that I have received, and I know that I can do it. "Puedo hacerlo." 

Peru is like a dream. That sounds so cheesy, but its true! Its absolutely incredible. It´s beautiful. I´ve never seen anything like it in real life. I honestly believe with all of my heart that if I weren´t a missionary, I wouldn´t be able to handle some of the things I see. People live in crazy conditions, and we walk into houses that are barely even houses. Dirt floors or cement floors, one faucet for "showers" and drinking,...like I honestly don´t even know how to explain it. Some people live on hardly anything, but they´re the happiest people I´ve ever met. It warms my heart, and makes me feel like a horrible person because of how needy I am.

At the same time, some people live in really nice homes (comparatively, at least.) Even here in Peru, there´s a split between the richer and the poorer. It´s interesting.

I totally wish I could just sit here for hours and tell you everything about everything, but there are some things that I really want to tell you. 

First of all, we have a pensionista, who makes all of our food. Three times a day. She is amazing. She has literally nine children and all of them are girls. They are the sweetest family, and the mom (Hna Angelica) is amazing. I just can´t get over how much she does for us every day. Her youngest two daughters have stolen my heart...seriously, I´m in love with them. Their names are Tooti and Valeria. Literally, her name is Tooti. Haha I will have to send a picture sometime. I am honestly just in love with them.

So, remember how I´m obsessed with Texas? There is a family in our ward, and the son just got home from his mission recently. We were at their house one night, and I was looking at his stuff from his mission, and he had a flag that people signed. I was convinced that it was the Texas flag, so I was like "YOU SERVED IN TEXAS????!!!??" In English and everything. Everyone looked at me like I was an idiot, and he said "No....Chile." I don´t know if I´m actually stupid or something, but do those two flags look alike? Because I could have sworn it was Texas......well, needless to say, it was embarrassing on many levels.

So you should know that I love all of the people here. Every person I meet, I think, how could I possibly love another person as much as I love you? Then I meet someone else, and it´s just this endless cycle. But we are teaching two sweet women, one is a less-active member of the church, and her sister is not a member, so it´s cool to be able to teach them at the same time. We always have spiritual lessons with them. But one day, we were doing family home evening with them (Dad and Daniel - just a night once a week when you have a spiritual lesson, play games or have dessert as a family), and Hna Max´s grandson was there. We started with a hymn, and literally none of them knew the words or the tune, but they wanted to sing all three verses. It was so funny, I laughed throughout the entire thing. Not because I was making fun, just because it was the sweetest thing. (also hilarious though)

Next week, I´m going to tell you all about our investigators. But yesterday, two of our investigators were at church, and two less-active members that we´ve been teaching came as well! That was a huge blessing, and I just couldn´t stop smiling.

Really fast - I had an experience this week.. I was studying with my companion, and I just could not get words out. For whatever reason, I just literally could not express my feelings in the beautiful language of Spanish. I just started balling, and kept thinking "I can´t do this, I can´t do this." I sometimes feel like this is the hardest thing in the world. In some ways, it is. I am a million miles away from home, speaking a language that I don´t know, teaching people that just don´t want to change, getting doors slammed in my face and weird looks because I´m the only white girl for miles. In that moment, I felt like there is no way I can do this whole mission thing for 16 months. But, I prayed. I prayed for a really long time. My companion was super nice, she really comforted me and said a lot of nice things (from what I could understand, at least.. ;) ) but I didn´t feel any better until after I prayed. And in that moment, I felt the love of God in a way that I never have. I have been called of God, to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He called me to speak Spanish, in this country, to teach these people. It´s hard to explain exactly how I felt in that moment, but I knew with all of my heart that I can do this. It will not be easy, and I will struggle a lot, but the gospel is true and I´m just here to share the good news with these people, and love them with all of my heart, because they are children of God. He knows I can do it, so I´m going to have faith in that and just do my best.

Thank you for the love, support and emails. I love hearing form you guys. I miss you all so much! But I know these 16 months will fly by. Take care of yourselves, enjoy the week, and know that I look forward to hearing about all that happens in the next week. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

Con mucho amor,

Hermana Michelle Scott

Mission photos 8/29/13

Group photo 9/2/13

Extreme measures

Hola familia!

This is so weird, because I never thought I would say this, but it is actually hard for me to type this in English. I never really speak English here so when I actually get to speak English its hard!

But this week was SO good! I dont even know how I could explain all of it. I dont have a ton of time but ill do my best to hit the important parts.

So first my companion is from Mexico. She is so sweet and we get along really well. We are different in a lot of ways, but it doesnt really matter because were here for one purpose, and that purpose is the same. Its hard when I am frustrated or confused because um, no hablo espanol perfectamente, so I cant really accurately express my feelings to her. It gets hard but she is patient and helpful and understanding. 

So I have to tell you something absolutely ridiculous. We live in the second story of a building, but we live with members of the church, and we have to walk through their house to get up to our room. The structure of buildings here is so interesting. So the people we live with live on the first floor, our room is on the second floor (after you walk through the house) and our bishop lives on the third floor. Another person lives on the second floor, but we just have that one room. I hope that makes sense. So one day, we couldnt get the door unlocked to walk through to our room. We tried everything, we pounded on the door and called the people but they were so asleep that they were basically dead or something. It was ridiculous. We had gone outside to run, and since it was like 6.50 am they were asleep. Anyway, it was so annoying and I know I need to be thankful for them, but REALLY? We were trying to get in for almost 2 hours. And thats wasting all of our study time and preparation time and everything. Anyway, since the bishop lives on the third floor, I resorted to extreme measures, and jumped out of the window in their kitchen to the small little porch that is right in front of the door to our room. It was an experience. I dont know how to describe it...it was just "an experience". It was higher than was probably a good idea to jump. I like hung out of the window, holding on to the edge, then just dropped down. Definitely not the best decision Ive ever made, but it worked out, we got into our room and continued the day. Daniel, I didnt land like you would have, but I did an okay job. Except my heel hurts a little bit, but I really am okay., Missionaries do crazy things.

Anyway, everything here is different from America. Literally every single thing. Dogs and cats just roam the streets, peeing and pooping everywhere. They keep the streets pretty clean which is nice, but theres always puddles of pee on the sidewalks. Roosters live in peoples houses! So thats a nice wake up call every day. People live in the smallest, dirtiest houses, but its just not a problem for them because its all they know. People make and sell food on the side of the road, sometimes it smells so good but we cant eat it because wed probably die. Not really, but wed probably get really sick because they do a lot of things differently.

AH I am sorry I just did not leave myself enough time. I love our investigators. As dumb as it sounds, I cant remember them all by name yet because we teach so many people, but theres one boy that we are teaching named Gustavo who is so so cool. He has so many hard questions about the church that make us think harder about the doctrine than we ever have. In our first lesson with him, he told us that he wanted to be baptized if he found out the church was true. The first lesson! It was amazing. He is just a very sincere guy, with a lot of interesting experiences and thoughts about life. He went to church on Sunday too, which was awesome.

It is a lot harder to teach in Spanish than I thought it would be. I honestly know a lot, but I dont know enough to say all that I want to. I get a little flustered sometimes, but the people always say that they can understand me which is good.

I am learning so much. Just from talking to people I learn the language. Its interesting to compare what I learned in the CCM to what I hear in the streets. I love the moments when I understand, but sometimes I just kind of zone out and think to myself "I dont speak Spanish I dont speak Spanish I dont know what youre saying because Im American..." Ya know, stuff like that.

I want to tell you more about the people we teach, but I will do that next week when I have more time.

There is so much to say! I love the food so much. Its so rich in flavor and theres so much of it which of course is good for me. Except yesterday we ate like 18 pounds of beans, and obviously there are consequences with that... :)

Next week I will tell you more. Im sorry I didnt use my time wisely enough, but I will send pictures and tell more fun stories next week I promise!

Also about the address, its the one I posted on Facebook. I am in the lima east mission. And all letters and packages need to be sent to the mission home, which I posted on Facebook! Dont forget that!

Thank you for your love and support. I miss you guys so much, I miss our house and moms home made dinners. but I am so happy here. I love being a missionary. Thank you for being the best! I love you! And I will talk to you next Monday!

Con mucho amor,

Hermana Michelle Scott

Coming into focus

HOLA FAMILIA!!

How are you all? I hope that this week was great. I loved hearing the news about Daniel becoming el capitan! That is maybe the coolest thing Ive heard all week. I am so proud of you and totally wish I could see you tear it up out there! Take lots of pictures please and send them all to me!!!

 

Something funny to start off the email this week, we were informed a few days ago that we are no longer allowed to say "Hola" to people in or outside of the CCM.  Like, every single person in the world says hola. Its literally the only word in Spanish that I knew before I came here (okay not literally). But honestly, people in China probably say Hola. It makes sense I guess, because Its pretty informal, but when I heard that I just laughed out loud. The easiest, simplest word...and we cant say it. Oh well, its not a big deal. Just one of those things.

 

Anyway, so this week was great!! Not much happens in the CCM. I don{t think I ever gave you a run down of my schedule, but this is the basic day as a missionary-

Wake up at 6.30 sharp. Pray.

Get ready for the day.

Breakfast at 7.

Personal study until 8.30 ish.

8.30-Language study

9.45-Teaching techniques

11.-Teaching our investigator (its our teacher, but he pretends to be an investigator that he taught on his mission...its the most real type of situation we can get in the CCM. Its really pretty real too, which is awesome. Its fun, but its hard, just like it would be for a missionary out in the field.)

12.30 LUNCH

1.30-4.00 Personal study, language study. This is the time in the day that we get to focus on what we think is important. No teachers, we just study what we want to, its really nice.

4 - physical activity. Its like gym class in elementary school. We all get so hyper and just run around after being cooped up inside all day. On Tuesday we had a huge ultimate Frisbee tournament and it was so fun! Good times happen in our hour of physical activity.

5.30- practice teaching again (with our evening teacher)

6.30 dinner

7,15-9.00 language mixed with teaching skills, we usually end up doing role play teaching with other missionaries

9.20 - every night we have time set aside to eat fruit in the cafeteria. Its so funny to me. I think part of it (as gross as this is) is to help regulate our bathroom cycle, if you know what I mean. Seriously, all we eat is rice and potatoes and bread. So, why not eat an orange at 9 pm? You know?

 

So that is what every single day looks like pretty much. Except for Sunday...lots of church that day. We are still Mormons after all. And lots and lots of personal study. and P day is different too of course.

 

Today has been a great day so far. We went to the temple, then explored the city like we normally do. We always take the bus, which is the craziest part of my week by far. I think Ive told you a little bit about the buses, but they are honestly INSANE. they just pull over anywhere, theres a person hanging out the door screaming things about where the bus is going, and people get on and off it while its still moving. And I know Ive mentioned the crazy drivers. They just do whatever they want! It blows my mind. Today, we were waiting forever on the curb for a bus to drive by, then one pulls up and its filled to the brim with people, but they have it in their minds that they can squeeze a million people in there. So half of us get on, and they just randomly drive away and leave half of our group behind! luckily my companion made it on the bus, but one of the elders' companion didnt get on. It was just weird that they took off, and definitely weird that he wasnt with his companion. It all worked out though. Peru is crazy.

 

So I wanted to tell you about an experience I have been having. It happens every day, and its so hard to explain. Let me give some background -

when you become a missionary, you spend that entire 18 months or 24 months teaching people about the gospel every day. That part is obvious. Every day, you are working to bring other people to Christ, and to help other people along their way in the gospel. Its all about other people, thats the key word. Which is good. Youre supposed to legitimately "forget yourself and get to work." From day one, we have been taught to forget ourselves, and learn to dedicate your life at this time to the welfare of Gods children. Obviously you have needs to be met, but you know what I mean. Missionaries are meant to be selfless; totally and completely selfless. So I have been trying to figure out what exactly this means to me. For me to lose myself...what does that entail exactly? I need to be less sarcastic (good news, I cant speak Spanish so that one will be easy). I need to be less focused on my own problems (Does my hair look good? Dang I could really use some chocolate right now, etc.) But does losing myself mean that I need to laugh more quietly? Or that I need to change something about my personality? It took me a little while to figure out, and I know I have so much more to learn, but this is the temporary conclusion I have come to..

I dont need to change who I am. I still get to be Hermana (Michelle) Scott, but I need to let my focus be on the work I have before me, and the people that I will be teaching. God made me who I am for a reason. I have plenty of things that I can improve on- my punctuality, for example. Thats just one of 100 million things that could change. But right now, I need to just give myself over completely to the Lord and to this work.

Does any of that make sense?

Well, the past few days I have felt really weird. Its hard to explain...but I just havent felt normal. I would be so attentive in class, so attentive in my personal study, but all the times in between I felt like I was in a fog. I wasnt super loud and obnoxious at all of the meals like I usually am, and I was just a little more quiet. Its so hard to explain....but basically, I have been feeling like I am truly getting lost in this work. I used to dread teaching our investigators/teachers because I would always be nervous about what to say, but now I just cant wait for our next chance to teach. I can feel myself getting more absorbed into the real reasons for why I am here on a mission. Its crazy. I know that I am ready to get into the field. Sometimes I feel really panicky because of the language, and thinking about my first Latina companion scares the poop out of me, but I know that I have done what I need to do to prepare and I know that I am ready.

 

I am out of time, but I just want you to know that I love you all so much. Thank you so much for the emails, for keeping me connected to my sweet home in beautiful CO. Im jealous of the wonderful weather youre having, its still winter here so its cloudy a lot, but it has actually been beautiful and sunny the past few days. A little miracle!!

I love you and I pray for you and I hope that you are all doing well. I cant tell you enough how much I love you. I have to go,but in just 7 short days Il be telling you about my life as a REAL MISSIONARY!!!

 

Con todo el amor en el mundo,

Hermana Scott

Missionary angels

HEY HEY Family!!

Sorry about that crazy moment earlier today. I am just not the brightest person in the world, so yeah I just don{t even know what happened.

 

Anyway, I have lots to say and not much time. First things first, I have some bad/funny news and I only tell you this trusting that you wont freak out...75% of the CCM is sick right now. Don{t freak out --- its totally fine and were all being taken care of. Let me explain. So every two weeks, groups of missionaries leave the CCM (since its the end of their 6 weeks), and since Latinos only stay in the CCM for two weeks, there is a day and a half span when there's just a small group of Americans. Then a whole new group comes in on those Wednesday nights. But when its just that small group of Americans, they try to treat us to American-style food. So this past Tuesday it was cheeseburgers for dinner. They looked funny but tasted pretty decent, so we all ate them. And they had french fries so it was quite the treat! Some of the elders ate like 3 or 4 of these things. Anyway...almost everyone here is sick, and were pretty sure its from those burgers. Food poisoning at its finest. Obviously it was an accident, so its not like were upset or anything, but its certainly not a good time. But all day yesterday I was feeling really crappy, so I literally stayed in my room all day long. A lot of other missionaries here had to do the same thing either yesterday or today. Its a bummer, but they take really good care of us. Everyones needs are being met. Luckily our CCM is pretty small, so its easy for every one to get the medicine they need and stuff. I feel so much better today, so don{t worry about me. But its not uncommon to see a missionary walking around with a trash can in their hands...just in case.

 

On a happier note, something super cool happened last week on Saturday. A group of little kids from one of the nearby stakes came to visit the CCM - it was literally a field trip to see the missionaries. It was the sweetest time that I have had here at the CCM. We were all studying outside, and it was a beautiful, sunny day, so it was the perfect time for them to come. When they first got here, the kids just stared at us like we were animals in a zoo. They all walked in in a line, and they were peeking over each other and jumping up and down to get a better view of us, and when they walked over they just stood there and stared at us. Then their teachers said they could come over to us, and they just swarmed us. So many little girls came up and hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and super shyly told us their names. The little boys were giving us high fives. It was so cute that I wanted to cry. They didn{t know us at all, but just because we were missionaries, we were like angles to them. Just seeing their smiles made me so happy, I can{t even explain it. We haven{t seen kids in so long that all of the missionaries were just grinning from ear to ear, giving hugs and high fives. I just couldn{t handle the cuteness. They took a bunch of pictures of us too, so maybe someday a picture of me will hang in a random church here in Lima. It was really humbling to me though, to see how much those kids looked up to us. It made me realize how important it is for me to do all that I can to live up to the responsibility of being a missionary. People all over the world know who we are and expect us to take good care of the Lords work. Its kind of intimidating to think of it like that, but I know that I can handle it. I want to be the type of missionary that those kids, and people all over the world, know that I can be.

 

In addition to that, Elder Quentin L. Cook came and visited us! He didn{t give us the traditional "talk", he did a little question and answer type thing. It was so cool because it made it so much more personal. We were able to ask any question, and he would just give us an honest answer. I{ve never been that close to an apostle before. I got to stand and ask a question.,...I told him a little bit about our visit with the kids, and mentioned that in a calling like this, its hard to feel qualified sometimes, and hes an apostle so his calling is a little bit more important. I just asked him how he has felt qualified in his calling, and he said "You know that whom the Lord calls, he qualifies. The best advice I have for you is to trust that, and put on your shoes and get to work. He is with you, He loves you, and He knows that you can do it." It was SOOOO cool to have an apostle say that straight to my face over a sea of missionaries. Seriously, I will never ever forget that. And what he said is exactly what I needed to hear.

 

I only have 12 days left in the CCM! Can you believe it?? And its already been one whole month! Sometimes that feels like the longest month of my life, but looking back it has seriously flown by. I have learned so much Spanish its unbelievable. In our lessons, I can understand almost everything that our investigators say, and I find myself speaking really, really well. I know that I am being blessed so much in that, but sometimes I just cant believe how much I have learned. Its amazing. I know that in time I will be fluent...but that will certainly not be anytime soon.

 

Anyway, thats all I have time for. Thanks for all of the love and support. I love getting emails, even though I tear up a lot of the time. Its nice to get a little piece of home every week. I love you all so much, I pray for you always, and I am the happiest Ive ever been! Even on the longest days, I still go to bed smiling. Its great, the life of a missionary. :)

 

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!

 

Con mucho amor,

Hermana Scott

Hermana harmony

HELLO!!! How are you??! I am so excited to email you. I don{t know if I mentioned this before, but all the keyboards here are different, so my punctuation is no bueno. I{m sorry about that.

 

Anyway, this week was great as usual. A lot of interesting things have happened. But I just wanted to tell you about something that is a part of my life everyday, whether I like it or not.

SO my companion and I are so similar. Just adventurous, loud, crazy people (she is a little bit quieter than I am, so that's helped me calm down a tad). We love to have fun, and usually we do, but often times we argue with each other. Were both just a couple of stubborn hermanas sometimes, so we get into some genuine arguments sometimes. Looking back on all of them, I laugh because I know how stupid all of them are, but it happens, and everytime we have to learn how to just get over it. Sometimes, in normal life, you can have a little argument, and then a few hours later its sort of blown over and you dont feel mad anymore. You know what I mean? Well, my companion and I argue and then just a few seconds later we realize that were going to be together every second for the rest of forever (or just three more weeks), so we have so solve it right then and there. Its been really hard, because I hate getting in arguments, but its helping me to learn a lot about myself and how I can be just a better person in general. I know that I am not nearly as humble as I should be, I know I am stubborn, and I{m sort of a control freak. I like things done my way, and I{m learning that in a mission, that just doesnt fly. Its all about working together and doing what the Lord wants you to do. And with the spirit of contention, it is literally impossible to feel a spirit of peace, or of love, which is exactly what we need in order to know what to teach, or how we can continue to get better. But I am learning. And Hermana Thiel and I are really good friends. We have so much fun together. Our similarities is what brings the struggles, but we always get over them and joke about things like farts (sorry, thats gross) and double chins and all of that fun stuff. Good thing no one ever really hears our conversations.......

 

Anyway, I found out that when I tweaked my ankle I had strained a little muscle right above my ankle bone on the inside of my foot. But está bein, seriously its not a big deal at all. It hurts sometimes, but its just because that particular tendon, muscle, whatever it is, just takes a little while to heal. I feel pretty dumb for doing that, but I dont need a brace or anything. Its really not a big deal at all! So no worries :)

 

On Tuesday night, we had a devotional, and it was by a man named C Scott Grow. Hes a  member of the "70"...there is the prophet, the other two members of the presidency (three in the presidency total), twelve apostles, and then 70 other men. Those are the leaders of our church. Does that make sense? So this man was in the 70. Anyway, he talked about how important members of the church are in our work as missionaries. The members are so vital in helping people get baptized, because it obviously would be so hard to join a church if you didn{t know anyone or didnt feel comfortable there. Like for example, I always met with the missionaries in the Lattins home, or with other members, because its a comfortable environment. The members can often times do a greater work than the full time missionaries if they do their part in inviting, teaching, and including people. Am I making sense? Sorry my thoughts are all over the place. He also talked about how important bishops are in helping us find people to teach. I feel like as missionaries, we think that we can do our work all on our own. We have the mindset that we dont need anyone's help, that were just going to baptize nations on our own. But, thats just not how it works. Realizing how many resources we have made me so much more excited to get out into the field. There is so much that we can do, so many people out there that we can teach. Its just about figuring how to do it, and how to do it well. It was a really inspiring talk.

 

I have one thing that I want to share before I forget. So I dont know to what extent you know this about me, but I have some self confidence issues sometimes. Sometimes its not a big deal, but other times I am really aware of myself, my mistakes, what I look like, blah blah blah. Being a BYU was like the best time of my life besides the mission, but being around all of those pretty people in their pretty clothes made me more self conscious about what I look like. I know that sounds really dumb, but one thing I wanted before I came out here was to just not worry about that stuff anymore. I found that as soon as I got here, it lessened significantly, but it was still something that bothered me. It sounds so stupid, like honestly who cares what I look like, I{m a missionary for goodness sake! I{m not trying to impress anyone, I{m here to serve the Lord. He just wants me for my heart. Anyway, I knew these things, but it was sometimes hard to really believe them. And I guess there was just one day that I was really beating myself up. Other things, like not speaking fluent Spanish, or not knowing a word, were just piling up and I was feeling pretty crappy about myself. I went to bed that night, and prayed for Heavenly Father to help me learn to love myself, but at the same time forget myself so that I can be a better missionary. I want to see myself as a missionary, a daughter of God, who is loved and supported by Him and my family and so many people. I just wanted to be able to get over that stupid problem that I{ve been having. Anyway, I had a dream that night. This is a dream, not real life-- I was with my companion, and our two roommates, and we were out doing real missionary work. We stopped at this really fancy house, and the door was just open so we went right in for some reason. You can do that in dreams, you know. So we walked into this room, and there were fancy clothes and jewelry and shoes EVERYWHERE. it was filled to the brim with beautiful things, and the second I walked in there I just went crazy. I started grabbing things, taking off the clothes I was wearing, and putting on these fancy clothes. The girls I was with just stood there and watched me, with these freaked out looks on their faces. I didnt really care though, I just kept looking at all of the stuff, trying more and more of it on. Eventually we left (after I had chosen the outfit that I wanted) and we were walking away. Then all of a sudden I looked down and thought that I "needed" to change again. So I sprinted back to the room, and started looking at more of the stuff. I stopped when I saw my face in the mirror, and I just looked so sad. I looked at myself right in the eyes and said "what are you doing?" And then I woke up. So that sounds crazy, right? But the second I woke up - I mean, literally, the second I woke up - I sat straight up in bed with the biggest smile on my face. I don't even know how to explain it, but I had the strongest feeling that God just literally doesn{t care about that. He didn't call me to Peru to walk around like a diva, always worrying about my hair or whatever. Its so hard to explain, but I could just feel Gods love in a way that I never have before. I couldn't stop smiling. I hope you don't think I{m crazy, its not like I think I had a vision or anything, but in a way it was just God telling me what he wanted me to know - that I am here, as a missionary, and a missionary is all that he needs me to be. Just the very best missionary that I can possibly be.

 

SO yeah, thats crazy. But ever since then, I have been so happy. I just wake up, ready to face the day, because I{m a missionary, and I know that God is truly watching over me, taking care of me. I know that He loves me.

 

Life here is the best. I'm past my halfway mark in the CCM! I have less than 3 weeks left which is insane. But its great. I am so happy. I found out that a lot of people in my district can sing REALLY well, so we've been singing hymns in all 4 parts (soprano, alto, tenor, bass), and it sounds so amazing. I'm not even a good singer, but I just pretend so that I can be included in the beautiful harmonies.

 

Also, I want you to read the scripture in Alma 36:24. If I had time to type it I would, but I am out of time. It explains almost exactly why I am out here on a mission. Its just my feelings exactly. I know Daniel and Dad that you are not really interested in reading the book of Mormon, but just for my sake, read that verse so you can understand a  little more about why Im here.

 

I have to go, but Just know that I love you all so so so much!!! I keep wanting to send pictures but I never have enough time. Next week I promise youll see pictures. Well, I love you and I will talk to you next week. Seriously though, I LOVE YOU.

 

Con MUCHO amor,

Hermana Scott