To preface this.. umm I dont know how to work these computers. Sorry for my grammatical errors.
Let's begin with the awkward/ hysterical/ random moments that happened this week:
Elder Sok told us about his favorite childhood memory. Mis mom hired their two tongan neighbors to jump on their trampoline while Elder Sok and his siblings would sit in an inflateable swimming pool pretending to white water raft.
Random times where someone will say something in class and all of a sudden a Nacho Libre or Hot Rod quote battle will begin.
Hermana Warner breaks out yodeling in the middle of the cafeteria.
I accidentally said "pescados" instead of "pecados" when saying God forgives us of our sins. Pecados is sins.... pescados is fish. I guess God can forgive our fish too.
Finding out that other sisters in our zone had a leak in their pipe at their house and had to move out at 2am because there was carbon monoxide in the air.
Well there is no way that I could do this without the help and patience from my loving heavenly father. (Pues, no hay manera de que pueda hacer esto sin la ayuda y paiencia de me amoroso Padre Celestial.)
I arrived to the Mexico city airport arround 1 pm on June 18. Walking out of customs, I look for someone waiting for me. There were people everywhere holding up signs with names on them, but the name Hermana Hemmingsen was no where in sight. I walked around for a half hour and then decided to just sit and wait.
Finally two men wearing white shirts, ties, and BYU lanyards found me. Thank goodness, however they didnt speak a lick of English. I stood around with them for three hours while we waited for the other missionaries to arrive.
I went to get a drink from my water bottle and because of the pressure from the airplane it shot out at my face. Welcome to Mexico, Hermana Hemmingsen.
After everyone arrive we piled into a stick shift bus and drove to the CCM (MTC). I dont know how we got there without crashing. The streets are so narrow, people park on either side and then there are other vendors walking in the middle of the road trying to sell stuff, but we made it!
There is a wall slightly looks like the Berlin Wall that surrounds the CCM, but it keeps us safe.
My companion's name is Hermana Rupp who is going to Houston and she is adorable. We have become so close just in the first week. I can't express how grateful I a, to have such a patient, loving companion (a companion is the sister missionary who works and learns with me). We are in district 13 and yes we did make the connection to the Hunger Games. One night we all whistled Rue's song and held up three fingers to say goodnight.
My district is amazing. One minute I am laughing so hard and the next I have tears streaming down my face because of their powerful testimonies.
On Sunday we heard from Elder Scott. He told us that we were called of God to this place to speak this language (Spanish). He knows we can do it with his help. I have been so frustrated because I know what people are saying but I can't respond. We had our first lesson with Betty on Friday (YES. two days in Mexico and we taught a 20 minute lesson EN ESPAÑOL). Hermana Rupp and I work so hard to figure out what we want to teach. We pray, discuss, read and them co into the lessons having no idea what is going on. But yesterday was our fourth lesson and it was so special.
We were so frustrated with ourselves because all the other elders don't even study and then they come back saying that their lesson was amazing and she said she would be baptized. Our teacher showed us a passage in Preach My Gospel:
avoid comparing yourself to other missionaries and measuring the outward results of your efforts against yours.
We cried and realized that we just needed to be patient with ourselves and ask for every ounce of help from the Lord.
We taught Betty the importance of baptism and Hermana Rupp shared the most beautiful testimony. Betty told us she wanted to be baptized before we could even ask! My heart sang and I just sat there feeling so happy. We did it.
To make the day even better, with the arrival of the new missionaries (or niños, as we like to call them) yesterday came Elder Faldmo! I can't tell you how happy I was to see a face from home. He brought a little note from SD. (Shoutout to @mammafaldmo, @SpencerH_54, and @lilfaldy for the letter and crystal lite.)
Thank your for all the support. This work is hasstening and I am honored to be apart of it. My heart swells with love for the gospel and I know that even though I am thousands of miles away from home that this is the best place for me to be right now. Hasta semana.
All my love,
Hermana Hemmingsen
Let's begin with the awkward/ hysterical/ random moments that happened this week:
Elder Sok told us about his favorite childhood memory. Mis mom hired their two tongan neighbors to jump on their trampoline while Elder Sok and his siblings would sit in an inflateable swimming pool pretending to white water raft.
Random times where someone will say something in class and all of a sudden a Nacho Libre or Hot Rod quote battle will begin.
Hermana Warner breaks out yodeling in the middle of the cafeteria.
I accidentally said "pescados" instead of "pecados" when saying God forgives us of our sins. Pecados is sins.... pescados is fish. I guess God can forgive our fish too.
Finding out that other sisters in our zone had a leak in their pipe at their house and had to move out at 2am because there was carbon monoxide in the air.
Well there is no way that I could do this without the help and patience from my loving heavenly father. (Pues, no hay manera de que pueda hacer esto sin la ayuda y paiencia de me amoroso Padre Celestial.)
I arrived to the Mexico city airport arround 1 pm on June 18. Walking out of customs, I look for someone waiting for me. There were people everywhere holding up signs with names on them, but the name Hermana Hemmingsen was no where in sight. I walked around for a half hour and then decided to just sit and wait.
Finally two men wearing white shirts, ties, and BYU lanyards found me. Thank goodness, however they didnt speak a lick of English. I stood around with them for three hours while we waited for the other missionaries to arrive.
I went to get a drink from my water bottle and because of the pressure from the airplane it shot out at my face. Welcome to Mexico, Hermana Hemmingsen.
After everyone arrive we piled into a stick shift bus and drove to the CCM (MTC). I dont know how we got there without crashing. The streets are so narrow, people park on either side and then there are other vendors walking in the middle of the road trying to sell stuff, but we made it!
There is a wall slightly looks like the Berlin Wall that surrounds the CCM, but it keeps us safe.
My companion's name is Hermana Rupp who is going to Houston and she is adorable. We have become so close just in the first week. I can't express how grateful I a, to have such a patient, loving companion (a companion is the sister missionary who works and learns with me). We are in district 13 and yes we did make the connection to the Hunger Games. One night we all whistled Rue's song and held up three fingers to say goodnight.
My district is amazing. One minute I am laughing so hard and the next I have tears streaming down my face because of their powerful testimonies.
On Sunday we heard from Elder Scott. He told us that we were called of God to this place to speak this language (Spanish). He knows we can do it with his help. I have been so frustrated because I know what people are saying but I can't respond. We had our first lesson with Betty on Friday (YES. two days in Mexico and we taught a 20 minute lesson EN ESPAÑOL). Hermana Rupp and I work so hard to figure out what we want to teach. We pray, discuss, read and them co into the lessons having no idea what is going on. But yesterday was our fourth lesson and it was so special.
We were so frustrated with ourselves because all the other elders don't even study and then they come back saying that their lesson was amazing and she said she would be baptized. Our teacher showed us a passage in Preach My Gospel:
avoid comparing yourself to other missionaries and measuring the outward results of your efforts against yours.
We cried and realized that we just needed to be patient with ourselves and ask for every ounce of help from the Lord.
We taught Betty the importance of baptism and Hermana Rupp shared the most beautiful testimony. Betty told us she wanted to be baptized before we could even ask! My heart sang and I just sat there feeling so happy. We did it.
To make the day even better, with the arrival of the new missionaries (or niños, as we like to call them) yesterday came Elder Faldmo! I can't tell you how happy I was to see a face from home. He brought a little note from SD. (Shoutout to @mammafaldmo, @SpencerH_54, and @lilfaldy for the letter and crystal lite.)
Thank your for all the support. This work is hasstening and I am honored to be apart of it. My heart swells with love for the gospel and I know that even though I am thousands of miles away from home that this is the best place for me to be right now. Hasta semana.
All my love,
Hermana Hemmingsen