It's
seriously the highlight of my p-day reading family letters. I love you
all so much and miss you all, but I am so grateful to be a missionary
right now. I find myself thinking all the time, even though I've been
out for three months already, "How did I get here, is this real life?"
It seriously feels like yesterday that they made the announcement, and I
didn't even know if I wanted to go on a mission or not, but I seriously
am so glad that I decided to serve. At least once a day, we'll just
walking or I'll be in the jeepney, and my hand automatically goes to my
chest, to feel my name tag. I feel so honored every day to wear Christ's
name, to be a literal representative of him and a messenger of his gospel.
Especially with Maddy already home, and my companion leaving in the
next two months, I'm reminded how fast this time passes as a missionary.
On our last day in the MTC, Sister Tamang shared her testimony, and she
broke down explaining how she's no longer a missionary, how she no
longer has the opportunity to wear that badge, and she tried to explain
to us how great of a blessing and privilege it is to wear it. I'm so
grateful for this opportunity, and I love being a missionary, and I
truly feel honored and privileged to wear my nametag every day.
This
past week was "family week", which is a big deal here. They've had
activities all week at the government building, and special ward
activities, etc. Oh my, I
do not want to see those pictures from Family Week at
the government building. It was raining outside so they moved it
inside.... definitely too many people in one building. The place was
packed, it was so hot, and after waiting for maybe 45 minutes, they had
us sing... so I'm sure I looked like a hot, sweaty mess. But it was
definitely a cool experience. We sang "Love at Home" in Ilonggo with the
missionaries in our zone. Even though I think it sounded terrible,
everyone enjoyed it.
We've
had another good week here on the mission. It hasn't rained as much as
last week which has been nice. We continue to teach, and to walk, and to
teach, but I don't mean that in a bad way. I love what we do as
missionaries. Before the mission, I was like "how can I do this for
eighteen months, doing the same thing over and over again every day?" But
really, it doesn't even feel like that. I love it. Yes, of course I
have bad days where all I want to do is go to sleep, and start over
again the next day. Especially when I get frustrated with myself or with
our work. But overall, I love being a missionary. Especially when you
have a lesson, where your investigator shares her testimony or you can
feel the Spirit working with them, and you know that's why you are on a
mission.That's why I'm here in the Philippines. That even if it's hard,
it's worth it.
Okay, I'm running out of time...
1.
Yesterday, I had Pizza Hut for lunch, and McDonald's for dinner. A
member after church was like, I have pizza in my car, are you sisters
hungry?.... so of course we ate pizza. And then last night the
first counselor of the stake president who's in from Sister Van
Slooten's
ward brought us leftovers and with it he brought us McDonald's....
funniest thing ever.
2. I'm not sick, nor have any
sort of boils under my arms.. thankfully. Although I do have a ton
of mosquito bites.. but that's kind of inevitable.
3.Seriously, I need a diet
plan too. Whoever thought I would lose weight in the Philippines is
crazy. I've never eaten as much as I do now.
I love you all!
xoxo,
Sister Fitz
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| Family Week at the Bacolod Government Building |
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| Missionaries Singing "Love at Home" |
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