I arrived safely to the MTC...yeah! Its been pretty crazy. Right when we stepped in the classroom they started speaking Hmong to me. I teach a lesson in Hmong to an investigator tomorrow. I know the gift of tongues is a real thing, and without it I would be super lost. Its still hard wither way.
I'm in a tri-panionship because there are only two other Elders leaning Hmong. Turns out we're all going to different places too, California and Wisconsin for them.
There are lots of meet ins and the days are really full, leaving me tired at the end of the day which is good because then I sleep pretty well.
Anyways, my P-day is Tuesday, so expect letters from me then.
Tuesday Sept 6, 2016
Well as they say...make it to Sunday. And to be honest it wasn't that hard, but hey. Sunday was awesome, we got to hear from a guy who was in the NFL on the eagles, it was pretty sweet. Lots of devotionals and talks and conferences made sure the day was filled with the spirit.
My companion had an eye infection, maybe iridocyclitis who knows, but we were out in the world for almost 5 hours getting him to the doctors, and waiting for medicince at CVS. Hopefully that clears up soon.
I have 2 companions, Elders Fielding and Macdonald. We're the only Hmong speakers, and we're all serving in different places. Wisconsin, Minnesota and California.
We've already taught 3 lessons to Paj Ntxhee, and I'm starting to understand a little better and not have to look at prewritten stuff. He's already a member, but we aren't supposed to know that.
Also, in Hmong they can't pronounce my name, so our teachers gave us new ones. They used to let the members give names, but they'd give people names like "skilled tempter", so they stopped pretty quick..."Hi my name is skilled tempter, do you want to come to my church?" Mine is "Elder Hws Chis" (pronounced roughly like 'who key'). My name means "power", so I hear it a lot during lessons, but its not actually people calling me.
The Hmong language is weird. "W" is a vowel. "K" makes a "g" sound, etc. I can read pretty well and my understanding grows each day. We committed our first investigor to baptism. Too bad he's already a member...
Not much else this week other than a happy birthday to Isabelle, Hannah, and Trevor, you turds, keep on livin'.
Es Daws Hws Chis
P.S. Also those super absorbent towels are like sandpaper. Literally. They're mad scratchy, and they dry about as well as I imagine sandpaper would. Feel free to send that story to the family, I'm sure they'll find it reeeeaaalll funny...
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