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| Being artsy! |
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| Being artsy! |
Hey cute people!!! My week was fantastic. Super great ups and downs. Monday night Sister Heck and her companion Sister Harrah showed up and stayed the night cause they had a meeting in Farmington the next day. Tuesday we double-worked the area, which was super fun. We've been fed Wendy's twice this week which is super not good for my tumtum. We got a new investigator! Super stoked.
The most exciting thing was that Thursday morning at about 4 am my
stomach gave me a wake up call. I was hurling out my guts until about 8
or 9. I kept getting up and changing the trash bag while Sister Huch
stood by freaking out, not knowing how to help me. The first thing she
asked when I started puking was
"ARE YOU OKAY?" and, in extreme sarcasm and with vomit in my hair replied:
"YUP. I'M GOOD."
She
hovered around me like a worried puppy. I puked and changed the trash. I
laid down. Puked again. It was super fun and kind of hilarious. My face
did that thing where the blood vessels pop and I had red speckles all
over. I tried to do our three hours of studies while in bed, but mostly
just drooled puke-spit on my sheets. I had enough energy to prop myself
up to practice roleplaying some lessons with Sister Huch. Then I pulled
my big girl pants on and showered and rushed off to district meeting.
Anyone who knows me knows that my vomiting time is serious
business. When I puke, my body goes all out, and I usually require hours
of sleep afterwards. Let me tell you, prayer works. And like mommy
always said "Listen to your body!", so I did. And after praying for
strength, my body told me:
Keep truckin' on!
The rest of the day I
felt perfectly fine. Despite the four bags of puked Costa Vida that sat
outside our door. Sister Batt, the mission President's wife came along
with us that day to lessons. In interviews with President Batt, he told
me how much he loves my weekly emails to him!
That night for the first time in my life I only ate ONE piece of
Little Ceasers pizza. This is a step down from my average 4 pieces, but I
was trying to take it easy on my poor little tum.
The good
news is that I think it helped get rid of what I call the
Fry-Bread-Fanny-Pack. That little bit of chub that hangs over after you
eat too many Navajo Tacos.
Other than vomiting my guts out, the other highlight
of my week was my third baptism! His father is a less-active member and
the rest of his family are nonmembers. His mother, however, was
extremely excited. She had been so opposed to the church, and yet, she
snapped pictures for the first half hour. She was asking and asking what
she could do to help with the program. The best part was his father's
closing prayer, in which he asked, "Heavenly Father, please help me to
be worthy of the priesthood so that in time I can baptize my other
sons." His two brothers already have the desire to be baptized, and best
of all, their father is leading by example by preparing himself to be a
worthy priesthood holder again! The gospel is true and this family is
on a roll! I am grateful to be an instrument in the Lord's hands in
bringing about this amazing work.
If you remember from my earlier emails, the family whose grandma
died in the middle of us reading Alma 40? That's his family! I cannot
wait for what's ahead of all of them.
Okay the pictures I'm including are
1. Me, holding my bags of puke, right before I headed out the door that day.
2. MESAS MESAS MESAS. Aka the most beautiful thing in the world.
3. I'm artsy
4. Baptism!
5. Also artsy
Have a great week everybody, I miss pinching you all, and squishing your faces!
Fun things about my companion:
- she talks in a baby voice (sounds annoying, I know, but it's actually cute)
- she sings with me and is great at harmonizing
- she also L O V E S bacon
- on Saturday she tried to see how many pens she could stick in my hair
(Nine. the answer is nine pens. Only because we didnt have any more)
I love you!
- Sister Valdez
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