Tuesday, January 20, 2015


Hola everyone! 

So the first week here isn't so bad! The food has not given me explosive diarrhea YET. It's so beautiful here! The city is HUGE! I had no idea! So after I said goodbye to you guys in the airport, I went to my gate and sat next to a lady and her daughter and the lady was talking on the phone about mission calls and all sorts of mormon crap. I turned to her daughter and asked if the were LDS. Long story short they were super nice and they helped me get to the proper gate in Atlanta! She led this other missionary and me to the wrong gate but we felt bad because she was so nice so we just waited until she left and then went to the right one. The Lord already sent me a tender mercy just like that!
     So I got to the MTC late Wednesday night. My compañeras are pretty cool. They're so mormon... sometimes I feel like a sinner for saying the things I do to them. I finally broke out Clarie Jessop's famous quote: poop on my chest. It needed to happen. I thought I was going to explode if I didnt say that or speak in accents. They laugh at all of my jokes though so it's pretty great. My companions name is Hermana C and my other hermanas we live with are Hermana G and Hermana G. They're more awkward than me! I did not think that could happen... another tender mercy! Haha just kidding. But they acknowledge their awkwardness so it's okay. The literally will run away if an uncomfortable situation presents itself. The other day my companion's feet hurt so she was waddling around and it looked like she pooped herself. Seriously it looked like she took a dump in her skirt. I died. When we taught our first lesson in spanish on the second day, Hermana G told him that Jesus was green... She meant to say Jesus es verdadero... still doesn't really make sense but it was the funniest thing I've ever heard and I laugh about it everyday. Also Hermana G accidentally felt up our zone leaders legs while we were playing signs. Someone has to run around the circle and tag the person who has the sign. That kind of stuff happens to her all the time. It's so funny. 
     So all I hear is Spanish all the time. I actually understand quite a bit now. We taught our first investigator the second day we got here... I almost peed myself I was so scared. But the gift of tongues is a real thing... The spirit is strong even when I can't understand the language. Simple testimonies are pretty cool in that way. So we taught our investigator three lessons. Guess what? He's our teacher now! I thought I would die of embarrassment and disappointment. I put a lot of heart into this guy's lessons. It's okay though because he has a real friend named Alejandro whose story he is portraying and he says that his friend receives the blessings when we pray for him. 
     I really love this gospel and I can´t imagine a life without it. I´m grateful that I was raised in it and that I came on a mission. I love the Lord and can´t wait to further serve him. 

Con amor, Hermana Jorgensen









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