Guess what? Yeah, I have made it one
week at the MTC, it truly is mind blowing. I feel like it was yesterday that I
was just saying goodbye to my parents, Mattison, and Letty at the curb, and now
I am a veteran of the MTC. Every day at the MTC feels like a week, and every
week feels like a month, but no time at all. Makes complete sense eh? Here is a
little analogy of the MTC: The MTC is like a roller coaster of spiritual highs,
and emotional/tired lows, the name of the roller coaster is Perma-Chills
because honestly the whole day consists of getting chills from singing a hymn,
teaching an investigator, or seeing a scripture in a new light, and this roller
coaster would start 5+ minutes late because the roller coaster actually lasts
five minutes longer than what was scheduled ( Evvveryyy thing in the MTC runs
late). You have gone to the MTC you will understand that this is a perfect analogy,
if you haven't then just trust me.
One hard thing for me has been
learning how to make my personality MTC appropriate. That really has been my
only concern. It's not like my personality was bad, but mainly now I just can't
break it down in public. These glorious hips of mine must stay hidden for the
next 18 months, and everyone is really sad about it.
My companion's name is Sister
Jensen-Coon; she is 19 years old, from a small town in Montana and is
wonderful. We are weirdly a lot alike except I am super girly, and she likes
guns, and hunting. But besides that, we are both very direct, funny, have had
lots of the small struggles, and worries, and we both take turns helping each
other.
Sorry, that this is so short, but
there is limited time here, always always something to learn and do.
Just know that I am learning soooo
much, I am sooooooo happy, and my testimony is growing every day. I am learning
how to see the Lord's hand in all things; everything is perfect through Him.
Love you to the moon, and back
Sister Smith (Sooo strange, and
perfect eh?)"
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