Hey, this week has flown by! And let me tell you, the work in Blantyre is worthy of the word! Nearly every day this week, we've hiked up and down the streets in the Waterboard and Naperi districts, looking hard for people to teach. We've found a good number of people, but only a handful of them are actually serious. There's one sister, R, she is so powerful, she actually came to the Saturday morning session of conference after only two meetings! She could only go to the one session, but she's really excited about the--well, everything! We've given her a Book of Mormon and got a promise to read, and she's really bright and we can already tell that she holds the things we've taught her close , after taking two meetings to explain the restoration, she was able to tell it back to us perfectly! And even though her father (a pastor in their local church) has met the missionaries and "doesn't believe the mormons", she is being strong enough to form her own opinions about the church, which is really encouraging to us as missionaries!
Here in Blantyre it is much like South Weber in the respect that there are some flat parts and some extremely hilly parts. The people here are generally richer, and that means that we get a lot more people who aren't as interested... BUT there are some people who are so willing to hear the Gospel!
Today we watched Errand of Angels, and it made me so grateful that I've been called to a place where the people are a God-loving, humble group. Nearly everyone here is approachable with the Gospel, and I am able to smile just about every day.
The thing I love most about the people is how hard-working they are. You know that they'll either be committed 100% or not at all, and the only trick is to figure out which side of the kwacha will fall. And the best way to know is to ask our Heavenly Father, because He'll truly answer all of our prayers!
Hey, and I don't have trouble finding people who have to be baptized, it's finding people who want to be baptized is the challenge! The people here have more money than those in Lilongwe, so they're not nearly as humble! There are a few people, like R, whom I believe will be baptized because they love what they're learning, and this sister is so willing to do the will of the Father!
As for your questions, I'll answer all three of them.
1) I had a crazy thing happen to me this morning: A man who we've been teaching asked if I was married. The question threw me off, and before he could propose to me right then and there, I quickly said that I had a boyfriend back home and that we were going to get married! He then said that he should be invited to the wedding... now the trick is finding a boy to agree to be a missionary's boyfriend...
2) I haven't been transferred, even though I am in a different city than where I started. Maybe you could look on a map: I've gone from Lilongwe to Blantyre. And I have a feeling that I'll be in Lilongwe for a good while longer.
3) The security is so getting beefed up! There's a flat that is getting electric and barbed wire put up on the wall, we're getting motion sensors and panic buttons and burglar bars, and in the compound we'll be guarded all night by these guards called PRO-telligent, and they usually guard people like presidents! I'll take pictures of it when we get back to Lilongwe to show you!
They don't celebrate Halloween here. At all. I think I died a little inside at that fact...
About the rain... It's getting cooler here--I've actually been seeing people in heavy jackets in the morning, and it's only in the 70's! It's really nice! But we haven't had any rain yet. Sister N keeps telling me that we have to get some wellington boots for when the rain finally comes, because the water will be up to my calves and full of worms... I really hope she's exaggerating (because she does that a lot!).
Well, my lovelies, I cannot say more than I love it here, and I love doing the work here! This is a wonderful place, and it is truly Africa's time for sharing the Gospel!
I love you all!
Sister Adams
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ
Eya, my friends, this week has been crazy! Not as crazy as last week, but still...
So a decision was made on Thursday about what to do with us; because Tuesday night a group of thieves decided to try robbing the Elders' flat again, but there were guards and even a dog, so they got chased away. But it made President Padovich very certain in what we're doing. So, they had us all pack up and took us down to Blantyre!
The work here is not flourishing so much as it is in Lilongwe, and the focus here is Less Active members (that list is longer than the Investigators, and it breaks my heart!). Most of these people have powerful testimonies, but they have concerns like football on Sunday, or maybe they don't have friends in the branch, or they just can't get transportation. Our duty here, for the next three weeks, is to find those concerns and eliminate them. We can find Investigators when we've got nothing else to do, but President said the branches need to be stable before we can bring in many more members.
Sister N and I did find one sister this week; Her name is T, and she's what we call a 'dry Mormon' (just add water). She's so well acquainted with the scriptures, and she is so open to the teachings! What's better is her younger brother is a member, and preparing to serve a mission, and we've assigned him to help her in any way he can.
My favorite thing about the people here is how friendly and open they are. Everything about this place is putting things in perspective for me, and I'm starting to understand more and more about how the Gospel blesses our lives. It shows us how to put aside the little things that don't really matter and helps us focus on what's most important. Just remember that, and you'll be sorted for life!
Cars are certainly useful in getting around quick. In Lilongwe, us sisters had to rely on the Elders for rides, but here in Blantyre we have our own truck! There's 7 of us, so two of us have to ride in the back, but it's nice. We all leave the flat at the same time, and then we're taken to our areas in almost no time at all! It's much better than riding the mini-buses... they're often over-crowded, over-priced, and falling apart (if you saw these driving around, I'm pretty sure you would cry). One we went on was terrible--the door was literally falling off!
Let me tell you about panga knives. They are long, sharp, and usually look dirty and/or rusty. Also, they are a favorite toy of these people called the Ngulwankulo. These people are in every sense traditional Africans. They dress up in costumes, have ritual clothing and dances and--get this--they live in a GRAVEYARD.
I haven't seen them up close, because my companion is scared to death of them! I've tried to convince her to let me get a closer look, but she won't let me... Apparently they come up to people and dance around them with their panga knives, and if you give them money they go away.
But the freakiest thing about them is this--Do you remember on Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, when the people brainwash Indy after they kidnap him? I've heard they do that too! If you don't give these people money, they'll take you to their graveyard, and make you one of them! We have a member in Lilongwe who says it's happened to him before.
It's funny that you mentioned the Gadianton Robbers... Pres. Padovich has said just about the same thing; that they were there from the beginning of time, and they'll be there until the 2nd coming. He said he's got no doubt that Satan is furious with the progress of the Church in Lilongwe, and he's trying to drive us out. But like Elder Holland once said, "the Church of God will never again flee!"
Something we also talk about in relation to Lilongwe, is that it's 1833 for the church. It's brand new there (there's not even proper church buildings, just houses!), and that because it's new there are no real anti-mormon groups, which is really nice.
This Sunday was wonderful--President talked about when you're riding a bike, and you look directly in front of you to avoid holes and things that could damage your tires. He told us that we should be like that in life; not looking so far down the road that we can't see the danger right in front of us.
Well, I love you all! Remember, obedience brings blessings, but exact obedience with a willing heart brings miracles!
Love,
Sister Adams
So a decision was made on Thursday about what to do with us; because Tuesday night a group of thieves decided to try robbing the Elders' flat again, but there were guards and even a dog, so they got chased away. But it made President Padovich very certain in what we're doing. So, they had us all pack up and took us down to Blantyre!
The work here is not flourishing so much as it is in Lilongwe, and the focus here is Less Active members (that list is longer than the Investigators, and it breaks my heart!). Most of these people have powerful testimonies, but they have concerns like football on Sunday, or maybe they don't have friends in the branch, or they just can't get transportation. Our duty here, for the next three weeks, is to find those concerns and eliminate them. We can find Investigators when we've got nothing else to do, but President said the branches need to be stable before we can bring in many more members.
Sister N and I did find one sister this week; Her name is T, and she's what we call a 'dry Mormon' (just add water). She's so well acquainted with the scriptures, and she is so open to the teachings! What's better is her younger brother is a member, and preparing to serve a mission, and we've assigned him to help her in any way he can.
My favorite thing about the people here is how friendly and open they are. Everything about this place is putting things in perspective for me, and I'm starting to understand more and more about how the Gospel blesses our lives. It shows us how to put aside the little things that don't really matter and helps us focus on what's most important. Just remember that, and you'll be sorted for life!
Cars are certainly useful in getting around quick. In Lilongwe, us sisters had to rely on the Elders for rides, but here in Blantyre we have our own truck! There's 7 of us, so two of us have to ride in the back, but it's nice. We all leave the flat at the same time, and then we're taken to our areas in almost no time at all! It's much better than riding the mini-buses... they're often over-crowded, over-priced, and falling apart (if you saw these driving around, I'm pretty sure you would cry). One we went on was terrible--the door was literally falling off!
Let me tell you about panga knives. They are long, sharp, and usually look dirty and/or rusty. Also, they are a favorite toy of these people called the Ngulwankulo. These people are in every sense traditional Africans. They dress up in costumes, have ritual clothing and dances and--get this--they live in a GRAVEYARD.
I haven't seen them up close, because my companion is scared to death of them! I've tried to convince her to let me get a closer look, but she won't let me... Apparently they come up to people and dance around them with their panga knives, and if you give them money they go away.
But the freakiest thing about them is this--Do you remember on Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, when the people brainwash Indy after they kidnap him? I've heard they do that too! If you don't give these people money, they'll take you to their graveyard, and make you one of them! We have a member in Lilongwe who says it's happened to him before.
It's funny that you mentioned the Gadianton Robbers... Pres. Padovich has said just about the same thing; that they were there from the beginning of time, and they'll be there until the 2nd coming. He said he's got no doubt that Satan is furious with the progress of the Church in Lilongwe, and he's trying to drive us out. But like Elder Holland once said, "the Church of God will never again flee!"
Something we also talk about in relation to Lilongwe, is that it's 1833 for the church. It's brand new there (there's not even proper church buildings, just houses!), and that because it's new there are no real anti-mormon groups, which is really nice.
This Sunday was wonderful--President talked about when you're riding a bike, and you look directly in front of you to avoid holes and things that could damage your tires. He told us that we should be like that in life; not looking so far down the road that we can't see the danger right in front of us.
Well, I love you all! Remember, obedience brings blessings, but exact obedience with a willing heart brings miracles!
Love,
Sister Adams
Monday, October 15, 2012
Welcome? to Malawi
This has probably been the craziest week of my whole life! I can definitely say that about my mission. First of all, before I disclose the events that happened this past week, I AM FINE. Nothing bad has happened to me, it's just been a little exciting!
Okay, so last Monday was the relaxing p-day everyone wanted. We shopped, we played ball, and we had a marvelous dinner at the P’s. We went to bed happy that night. Then, sometime in the night, a person(s) broke into our flat and took Sister N's purse and two dvd players! We woke up the next morning to find my first aid kit shuffled through next to the kitchen window, which was missing a pane of glass and the burglar bar was bent way out of shape! I felt like I was in a Sherlock Holmes episode...
Well, we sisters got more security at our flat, and we were able to rest peacefully. We scratched our heads a bit about the break-in, especially since the thieves didn't get very much. We've got these PRO-telligent guys guarding us every night, and apparently they guard people that are really high up in the government.
Well, the rest of the week passed by pretty much without further incident (though on Thursday I got the 'welcome to Africa' stomach flu). Friday we were in the village of Makatani and had appointments lined up back to back--we were having a really productive day! Then, Pres. P calls us and says very shortly that we were to get to the street to be picked up and to stay put once we were. We didn't have to wonder very long about what happened when Pres. P came in and explained the situation to us: Elder and Sister S, who were going to replace the P’s, were being shown to the church house. When they stopped to wait for the gate to get opened, four men appeared around their car and took Sister P's and Sister S's purses, and the result was four smashed windows and a long cut on Sister S's arm from a panga knife.
The next thing we knew, all us missionaries in Lilongwe were being given hotel room keys and told to pack enough things for a few days, just so we have a safe place to sleep while they amp up the security in our flats.
So, I don't want to scare anyone, because I'm safe and not scared. The hotel is really nice, but the bed is flat and hasn't got good support. The food is okay... mostly chinese, which is weird for a breakfast buffet.
The systems of teaching (at church) are so different here! First of all, every speaker or teacher has to have a translator, so the lessons are half as long. There's no wi-fi in the building, but no one has anything to connect to it anyway... Most of the members come out of Kauma and Makatani, which are literally dirt floor villages. It's nice though, everyone is so humble here.
One of my favorite things about the people is how willing they are to learn the gospel. There's one family, the B's, who I love especially. There's four boys; J, J, B, and S, and they pay attention in our discussions really well (especially if they know i have sweets). The Abambo (father) last week went to his boss after we taught the word of wisdom, and said his boss was right for making him stop smoking because of it. Upon hearing that he was talking to missionaries though, Brother B was told to make a choice: keep his job or go to church. And guess what he chose? He told his boss that the church is better for him, and that he would rather live with God than ease. We were so proud of him! Of course, because the Lord blesses families, when we were talking with him yesterday he said his boss let him keep the job! Such a powerful man!
Considering the amount of time I focus on learning Chichewa, I actually know a lot. I know how to greet people, I know how to be polite, and I even know how to get the kids away (joka! joka!). Because I'm starting to recognize some of the words, I am starting to follow what people are saying better, which is pretty good for only being here 1 1/2 weeks!
I discovered a sadness. You know how much cheese I would put on just about everything I made for myself? Cheese here is a luxury. It is expensive! A 1-pound block of cheese is upwards of 2000 kwacha, which is pretty darn pricey! We had a bit of cheese available to us once at the Prete's when they served baked potatoes, but there was no ranch dressing... or sour cream... So I had to make do with cheese and butter and their version of ketchup (which is a lot sweeter than ours).
I love you all, and thank you so much for your letters! They really mean a lot to me! The church is true, and the scriptures are the only roadmap we'll ever really need!
Love from,
Sister Adams
Okay, so last Monday was the relaxing p-day everyone wanted. We shopped, we played ball, and we had a marvelous dinner at the P’s. We went to bed happy that night. Then, sometime in the night, a person(s) broke into our flat and took Sister N's purse and two dvd players! We woke up the next morning to find my first aid kit shuffled through next to the kitchen window, which was missing a pane of glass and the burglar bar was bent way out of shape! I felt like I was in a Sherlock Holmes episode...
Well, we sisters got more security at our flat, and we were able to rest peacefully. We scratched our heads a bit about the break-in, especially since the thieves didn't get very much. We've got these PRO-telligent guys guarding us every night, and apparently they guard people that are really high up in the government.
Well, the rest of the week passed by pretty much without further incident (though on Thursday I got the 'welcome to Africa' stomach flu). Friday we were in the village of Makatani and had appointments lined up back to back--we were having a really productive day! Then, Pres. P calls us and says very shortly that we were to get to the street to be picked up and to stay put once we were. We didn't have to wonder very long about what happened when Pres. P came in and explained the situation to us: Elder and Sister S, who were going to replace the P’s, were being shown to the church house. When they stopped to wait for the gate to get opened, four men appeared around their car and took Sister P's and Sister S's purses, and the result was four smashed windows and a long cut on Sister S's arm from a panga knife.
The next thing we knew, all us missionaries in Lilongwe were being given hotel room keys and told to pack enough things for a few days, just so we have a safe place to sleep while they amp up the security in our flats.
So, I don't want to scare anyone, because I'm safe and not scared. The hotel is really nice, but the bed is flat and hasn't got good support. The food is okay... mostly chinese, which is weird for a breakfast buffet.
The systems of teaching (at church) are so different here! First of all, every speaker or teacher has to have a translator, so the lessons are half as long. There's no wi-fi in the building, but no one has anything to connect to it anyway... Most of the members come out of Kauma and Makatani, which are literally dirt floor villages. It's nice though, everyone is so humble here.
One of my favorite things about the people is how willing they are to learn the gospel. There's one family, the B's, who I love especially. There's four boys; J, J, B, and S, and they pay attention in our discussions really well (especially if they know i have sweets). The Abambo (father) last week went to his boss after we taught the word of wisdom, and said his boss was right for making him stop smoking because of it. Upon hearing that he was talking to missionaries though, Brother B was told to make a choice: keep his job or go to church. And guess what he chose? He told his boss that the church is better for him, and that he would rather live with God than ease. We were so proud of him! Of course, because the Lord blesses families, when we were talking with him yesterday he said his boss let him keep the job! Such a powerful man!
Considering the amount of time I focus on learning Chichewa, I actually know a lot. I know how to greet people, I know how to be polite, and I even know how to get the kids away (joka! joka!). Because I'm starting to recognize some of the words, I am starting to follow what people are saying better, which is pretty good for only being here 1 1/2 weeks!
I discovered a sadness. You know how much cheese I would put on just about everything I made for myself? Cheese here is a luxury. It is expensive! A 1-pound block of cheese is upwards of 2000 kwacha, which is pretty darn pricey! We had a bit of cheese available to us once at the Prete's when they served baked potatoes, but there was no ranch dressing... or sour cream... So I had to make do with cheese and butter and their version of ketchup (which is a lot sweeter than ours).
I love you all, and thank you so much for your letters! They really mean a lot to me! The church is true, and the scriptures are the only roadmap we'll ever really need!
Love from,
Sister Adams
Monday, October 8, 2012
Heaven on Earth
Banja mulibwanji?? (how are you my family?)
Well, as you can imagine, the flight overseas took a very long time. My flight from Chicago to London I didn't get much sleep because there was a poor girl a row behind with an upset stomach... For those of you who know me, you can imagine how that night went... The next flight was better, and I woke up in time to watch the sun rise over Africa! All the while, the sky was red on the horizon and I had the Lion king playing in my head!
When I finally got to Lilongwe, I was taken aback by the openness and small size of the airport. While standing in line for customs, I actually saw a bird fly in, zoom around one of the shops, and fly back out! Everyone simply acted like this was a normal thing, too! I just thought it was so cool! I got my luggage, and went around to the waiting area, looking (almost frantically) for anyone who looked like a senior missionary couple (the actual flight to LLW my motion sickness got the better of me, so I wasn't in the best of moods--actually I was just hoping they'd let me stay in the country just in case I had to dash to the toilet). I got around to the front lobby--this place was small enough that the front was lobby sized--and started looking around. There on the stairs were four heaven-sent angels!
President and Sister P, Sister M(a ward missionary), and my companion Sister N. She's from South Africa, and her first language is the click language that everyone told me to learn (see? it's too far south for me to need to learn it!) Her name has a click in it, which explains the q.
On our way to the area, Sister N told me that I'm not a greenie, I'm a baby shark. Pres. P calls us that because baby sharks are born ready and they snap at anything! It's funny, because now she calls me Baby all the time, and I call her Amayi (so much easier than saying her name). We work in two villages and one 'tall gate' community; Makatani and Kauma, and Area 11. Walking through the villages is a hassle all its own, because most of the kids have never seen a white person before. They'll trail after us, calling 'Azungu!' and in Kauma, they'll clap their hands like it's a chant!
One of the Elders (also American) told us that he once made the mistake of freely handing out sweets, and now they run after him yelling "Azungu ma sweetie!" (white boy, give me sweets!). But the kids are, for the most part, sweet and very curious. Today while waiting for a mini-bus (an adventure all it's own, my friends) a couple of children ran up to me just to touch my skin. The little boy, after touching my hand, grinned and hugged me around my legs! There's not much else I can do there than just let them be!
I also had a really cool first Sunday: There were ten investigators getting baptized! I was so happy for them!
You see, it's not a problem finding people who want to be baptized. It's not even a problem teaching them why it's important. The problem is keeping them active once they are baptized. The branch here in Lilongwe is very new, and they're still forming even simple things like Visiting and Home teachers. But I have the faith that it will be done!
Overall, my first few days here in Lilongwe have been amazing! The people are so kind and humble, and so open to the Gospel! As Sister Ngqo says, "This is Heaven on Earth!"
Well, banja, I close today with this: The church is true! God has called special men to lead us with the wisdom of their years and the words of our Lord! And we, as members, need to 'let the lower lights be burning', because there are many out in the dark waters of the world who need and want to come to shore!
I love you all! Sister Adams
Well, as you can imagine, the flight overseas took a very long time. My flight from Chicago to London I didn't get much sleep because there was a poor girl a row behind with an upset stomach... For those of you who know me, you can imagine how that night went... The next flight was better, and I woke up in time to watch the sun rise over Africa! All the while, the sky was red on the horizon and I had the Lion king playing in my head!
When I finally got to Lilongwe, I was taken aback by the openness and small size of the airport. While standing in line for customs, I actually saw a bird fly in, zoom around one of the shops, and fly back out! Everyone simply acted like this was a normal thing, too! I just thought it was so cool! I got my luggage, and went around to the waiting area, looking (almost frantically) for anyone who looked like a senior missionary couple (the actual flight to LLW my motion sickness got the better of me, so I wasn't in the best of moods--actually I was just hoping they'd let me stay in the country just in case I had to dash to the toilet). I got around to the front lobby--this place was small enough that the front was lobby sized--and started looking around. There on the stairs were four heaven-sent angels!
President and Sister P, Sister M(a ward missionary), and my companion Sister N. She's from South Africa, and her first language is the click language that everyone told me to learn (see? it's too far south for me to need to learn it!) Her name has a click in it, which explains the q.
On our way to the area, Sister N told me that I'm not a greenie, I'm a baby shark. Pres. P calls us that because baby sharks are born ready and they snap at anything! It's funny, because now she calls me Baby all the time, and I call her Amayi (so much easier than saying her name). We work in two villages and one 'tall gate' community; Makatani and Kauma, and Area 11. Walking through the villages is a hassle all its own, because most of the kids have never seen a white person before. They'll trail after us, calling 'Azungu!' and in Kauma, they'll clap their hands like it's a chant!
One of the Elders (also American) told us that he once made the mistake of freely handing out sweets, and now they run after him yelling "Azungu ma sweetie!" (white boy, give me sweets!). But the kids are, for the most part, sweet and very curious. Today while waiting for a mini-bus (an adventure all it's own, my friends) a couple of children ran up to me just to touch my skin. The little boy, after touching my hand, grinned and hugged me around my legs! There's not much else I can do there than just let them be!
I also had a really cool first Sunday: There were ten investigators getting baptized! I was so happy for them!
You see, it's not a problem finding people who want to be baptized. It's not even a problem teaching them why it's important. The problem is keeping them active once they are baptized. The branch here in Lilongwe is very new, and they're still forming even simple things like Visiting and Home teachers. But I have the faith that it will be done!
Overall, my first few days here in Lilongwe have been amazing! The people are so kind and humble, and so open to the Gospel! As Sister Ngqo says, "This is Heaven on Earth!"
Well, banja, I close today with this: The church is true! God has called special men to lead us with the wisdom of their years and the words of our Lord! And we, as members, need to 'let the lower lights be burning', because there are many out in the dark waters of the world who need and want to come to shore!
I love you all! Sister Adams
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Sister Adams arrives in Malawi!
She's there! Safe and sound and very tired but ready to go. Here is a picture from the airport for proof! Next to Sister Adams is her new companion, Sis Ngqondela (the ngq is pronounced as a tongue click) from south Africa and next to her is Sis Mbwana, a branch missionary who has been serving with Sis. N for the last six weeks.
Sis Adams is serving in Lilongwe which is the capital of Malawi. There are 14 missionaries there, 8 elders, 4 sisters and a missionary couple.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Dear Lovelies,
This week has gone by so fast! I feel like I've only been here a few days, and yet they're telling me I'm supposed to leave tomorrow?! Funny story, actually; at the departing devotional, they called out the country of our missions, and when he called out Zambia (he said it like Zombia, so J you're not the only one to make that mistake) I was the only one to stand up. In fact, I think I'm the only one going to Africa at all this week!
One of the mission presidency spoke to us on Sunday about repentance, and a portion of his talk was headed 'the elements of repentance'... except he first said 'elephants of repentance'! So as I was taking notes, I drew a line of elephants to go with it ! Our Sunday night film was the Testaments, which I think I saw once when I was in Young Womens. The funniest part about that movie was Elder Moyle falling asleep!
I had a really awesome experience during one of the classes this week. We were with our 'investigator', teaching her how to pray. I volunteered to give an example before she said one herself, and right in the middle of the prayer, I could have sworn I almost heard a voice say "I'm listening." I was so overwhelmed with the truth that Heavenly Father hears our prayers that I almost couldn't speak! I think I actually almost tipped right out of my chair during the prayer!
I have had such a strengthening of my testimony this week: That Joseph Smith really saw God the Father and His son Jesus Christ, and that they live, and that Thomas S. Monson is called of God, along with all his apostles. I know that when push comes to shove, I will stand tall in defense of this Gospel, because I know that it is true, and nothing in heaven or on earth can make me say otherwise!
(Tomorrow October 2nd) My plane from SLC leaves at 11:35, and it's all down hill from there. I've got a lot of layover time: 5 hours in Chicago--I'll be calling from there, so sometime tomorrow afternoon, maybe around 6. 10 hours in London, and 3 hours in Joberg. I'll be in Malawi about 12:30 local time on Thursday!
Here at the MTC we play games like Musical Washing Machines, Guess how many missionaries like a song, and Cafeteria Line races. On Saturday, we as a district played 'How Many Missionaries can fit in front of the USA on the World Map?' (the results are in the picture).
During the departure devotional, after I'd sat down, Sister B told me I would be converting all the lions and zebras. She also drew a picture of me showing a Book of Mormon to a lion and yelling, 'Here, read this!' It certainly made me chuckle!
This is how I'm predicting my first day in the field will go: "Welcome Sister Adams! We don't really speak English very much here, so go ahead and start learning [insert obscure African dialect here]!" I'm certain of it. And when it happens, and President Padovich says that, I'm going to laugh. And they're going to think I'm crazy. I'll be the crazy white Sister from America. But then again, the Sisters in my room already call me crazy, so it's not anything new!
I love you more than I have time to say, and I hope things go well for you in the ways of work and church!
The church is TRUE! Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ LIVE! I know I am doing the most important thing I can EVER be doing! "One chance to serve, the rest of eternity to think about how you served!"
Lots of Love from,
Sister Mzungu--that is, the white Sister; Sister Adams
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