The days fly by....

And by days, I mean weeks. We're almost done with a transfer!

We're still in Blantyre, and the P's have said that we're most likely going back to Lilongwe by the 15th. There are some days where I can't wait to go back, because the people there need us missionaries--the branch is still under the mission, so they can't have any baptisms unless we're there. And there are some days when I just don't want to leave because of a few people we've found here. There's three girls; A, R, and L, who are very powerful and very spiritually ready for the Gospel. We try to meet with them as much as possible, but all three of them have school and other obligations.

A few nights ago, I had a really cool experience. I woke up in the middle of the night to hear water running on high in the bathroom. The evening before, our water had been really low and I guess someone turned on the tap and forgot to turn it back off. Anyway, I listened to the tap going and had the thought that I should get up and turn off the water. I pushed the thought away because I wanted to sleep, but then the thought came again. I realized it was the Spirit telling me this, but still I did nothing. I silently prayed for Heavenly Father to wake up one of the other sisters, because I was tired, I had a cold, and wanted to sleep. But then I heard a distinct voice saying, "I woke you up. You go turn off the tap." I didn't need much more convincing than that! What I learned from that little experience in the middle of the night is that we should always follow the promptings of the Spirit. Even if we think it might be our own thoughts, we should follow it. You never know what might happen; our flat could have been flooded by morning if I hadn't acted!

As for the sisters here in Blantyre right now: There's M, she's from Zimbabwe, and her baby shark S from Angola. They work in an area that is practically on the side of mount Soche, and they tell us almost every day about how S is always ahead with M crying for her to wait up! A lot of times Sister M calls herself Agogo, which means grandma!

There's also sister P, who is from somewhere in Utah (Orem, I think?). She's very good at making desserts, and she makes the best chocolate cake I've ever tasted! Her companion, Sister K, who is also from Zim, is the 'fashionista' of all of us, and she favors stylish clothing over clothes that allow her to not be hot.

Then there's my momma shark, Sister N. This woman is a little spitfire! I think she's maybe pushing five-foot-nothing, and she always has us 'marching' and calls us soldiers. She's a really good teacher, and I'm learning a lot about being a missionary from her.

That's really cool to hear about how the sessions are organized in the Brigham City temple. It's so different here; the people have to organize a trip almost a year in advance, and everyone has to get passports, pay for transport... I feel so blessed that I grew up in a state where there's a temple twenty minutes either way. I know that when I get home I'll take advantage of that and go as much as I can!

I don't really have a boyfriend, I just said that so that some random Malawian didn't ask me to marry him!

The thing about the guards is they salute every time they see us, which is kind of funny, but cool at the same time. Also, next week all the missionaries will be going to a sanctuary, but I can't promise we'll see any big animals!

I had a pretty bad cold... and a funny night! Sister S gave me some medicine that was to be made into a hot drink. She told me it would make me sleepy, but I think she underestimated its power. I drank it about half-eight, and within ten minutes I was loopy and dizzy. I tipped over during our planning, and I barely made it onto my bed before I was out! I felt like my head was full of soup, and every time I moved it I just about overbalanced!

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Well, my lovely family, I bid you adieu, and I want you all to know that I love you! There's something special about families, and once we find it we should hang onto it and never let it go!

Lots of love from,
Sister Adams