Transfer 4 Week 4

Dear people,

it turns out that after hurling on Saturday night I was not done being sick. I thought I was fine, but we went on exchanges the next week and my body still refused to hold any food in. For the first time since I've been out, I just took some time to sleep. My sister training leader insisted that I rest and let my body heal. I don't have any pictures of myself since from Saturday to Wednesday I couldn't hold any nutrition and so I looked truly awful all week. I find it hilarious but my companion was very concerned. As soon as I could get my body to hold down food, we went out and went to the one good sushi place in town. I had mochi ice cream (SHOUT OUT TO SHEILA) and died inside with joy. 

I have started to record Sister Huch's best door approach starters:

To a black man with a very angry barking pitbull tied up in his yard "Hi. Hullo.... is that your dog?"

To a woman with a cherry blossom tree in her front yard "I notice you have a.... tree. It's pretty."

Very suave. We'll work on it. 

We got a new branch mission leader and he is absolutely stellar. There is probably nothing I love more in the world than RMs.

On exchanges I went to Kirtland with Sister Baird (my grandma). She's an absolute sweetheart and we had a great discussion about Asian culture and the flaws of the American education system. Do you know how much I've missed conversations like that? A lot.

The greatest thing I've learned this week is how often God will carry us if we just ask. I have had so many moments where I just asked him to please lift me. And He does every time. I am grateful to be using this time of my life doing such a great and marvelous work. I love every moment and I miss all of you.

Sister Valdez

Pictures: my pencil squish from E

my cute companion in the NM glow

and the "duckies" we put up between our desk that actually make us feel significantly less grumpy while we plan.