First things first, Sister Barrett is the most wonderful companion ever. We do lots of Miranda voice impressions and just have a blast. To give you a little taste of us and the place we live I filmed a house tour!
(I think it uploaded at the end of the email, just scroll down there!)
So the proselyting sisters who live fairly close to us, serving in the Farmington area (a town right beside Palmyra), come POUNDING on our door one evening while we are weekly planning declaring they needed my Spanish. It turned out they found a family from El Salvador that didn't speak any English and they needed a Spanish sister to translate. So I went to the first lesson with them and only the mother was there, Blanca. It was SUCH a blessing to teach her. Truly, a lesson I will never forget. We've gone over a second time, so we're figuring that we'll attend lessons with them after our shifts our over for the next little bit. I am PUMPED.
In terms of serving at the sites, we served at the Whitmer farm and on the long drive over there we pass a great big "Jesus is Coming" sign, and always shout out "Amen to that!" This time we decided to stop and take a picture.
We've also served at the Smith farm some. One evening it was fairly slow so Sister Barrett and I decided to go walk the grounds and jump the fence into the apple orchard. It was lots of fun.
Also served at the Hill (can't serve enough at all the sites as Full time sisters!) The past few days though have been rainy and cold and not very May-esque. Kind of sad, but it serves for cute pictures in the rain near the Hill Cumorah!
We also had the chance to go to temple this morning, cashing in all of our six month temple attendances. Not being able to go really makes you treasure the joy that the temple is. There is such a peace in that special house of the Lord. Please, if you haven't gone in a while--and even if you have, go to the temple. It will bring you such peace.
Seeing as how Mother's day is soon upon us, I of course must share the experience of a grand mother by the name of Lucy Mack Smith. Being the mother of a prophet was no easy task. She was the first person Joseph saw upon emerging from the Grove that clear Spring day. She watched as her fourteen year old son--dragging himself like a man with hundreds of more years on his shoulders--slumped into the kitchen of their log home, leaning against the mantel, eyes glazed over at the glowing fire. She was the one to ask what was the matter with him and he simply replied, "All is well, I have learned for myself..." Though she didn't write her thoughts, I believe her testimony of her son's work began right around there, and it was a testimony never to be shaken. Years later, when called upon to leave her beautiful farm home behind she said of the occasion, "I will not cast one longing look on all that I leave behind me." She left it all for the love of the gospel and the trust in her son. She truly was a mother to behold.
I know of a few other mothers worthy of much admiration, one of them being mine. I am STOKED to be able to talk with her and all of the rest of the family this mother's day! See you fairly soon!
Hermana Abreu
P.S Here are some funny pictures!
Sister Lytle, Sister Barrett, and I all have curly hair so we all wear turby twists, the fabulous towel that dries hair without damaging curls
I know of a few other mothers worthy of much admiration, one of them being mine. I am STOKED to be able to talk with her and all of the rest of the family this mother's day! See you fairly soon!
Hermana Abreu
P.S Here are some funny pictures!
Sister Lytle, Sister Barrett, and I all have curly hair so we all wear turby twists, the fabulous towel that dries hair without damaging curls
While trying to be candid in the apple orchard I turned into an alien:
Outside the Hill is this beautiful Book of Mormon display that didn't work so well with all the lighting. Sister Mummy Abreu:
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