So, it’s been an interesting week. Hna Ellis definitely has a stomach infection or parasites/amibas or something, because she is SKINNY. And I don’t understand how she and Hna Estrada and Hna Marquez have all had parasites and I haven’t yet because I eat all the same food as my companions. Hna Ellis thinks at our Multizona that she might have eaten some pink chicken meat that I didn’t, but we’re not sure, because we’ve taken a couple tests and parasites haven’t shown up. It’s weird. We haven’t been able to work much this week because of that, and we had a Multizona because Elder Maynes from the 70 came and that was like an all-day ordeal because we went to San Salvador (the other mission) since we did it with the two missions combined, and yesterday we had a Sisters Meeting.
What does a Sisters Meeting mean?
Well, I was hoping it meant we could watch Tangled or some other Disney movie, but for us it meant, all the sisters get together for breakfast and lunch and we took lots and lots of photos and watched the movie of President Hinkley’s life. It was wonderful. The only thing I didn’t like was that it wasn’t longer. They left out a lot, but you should all go see it and see it now because it’s amazing. And I loved how it was kind of mind-opening about how the Lord uses us and prepares us in ways we don’t understand (for example, Pres Hinkley probably didn’t have a lot of baptisms on his mission, but he pretty much started his church writing career as the President’s assistent in the mission). Love President Hinkley’s guts. Amazing.
And then we had lunch with President. Hna Ellis was like, “You can only come back for lunch if you tell us who’s going to Belice.”
He didn’t say anything.
Then when he came back we were all like, “Come on, President, it’s tradition that you tell us who goes to Belice in the sisters meeting!” (Hna Estrada loves to tell that story how she knew everyone who was going to go to Belice in the last Sister Meeting with the old Pres Lopez).
President: “That’s not my tradition.”
“Aaaw…”
We played imaginary catch ball, and President actually played with us. It was kind of surprising. He’s a very serious kind of person. Anyways, we all kept begging and joking and teasing about who’s going to Belice because we all knew that 3 sisters are going to go since 3 are finishing over there or something. But he had us all close our eyes and he was like, “Whoever would be willing to go to Belice if you were called to go, please raise your hand.”
Of course I raised my hand, I was like, Bah, I’m never going, and I rather don’t want to go since it’s hotter than sin and I would have to die riding a bike 5000 miles all day long… but you know. I just wanna do whatever God wants me to do, so sure, I’d go.
Then he had us open our eyes, and he was like, “Thanks.”
“Did everyone who’s going to go raise their hands?”
“Yes. I think so.”
We thought he wasn’t going to tell then, but then finally a while later he was like, “Going to Belice is a great priviledge. The missionaries that are able to go have a very special opportunity that many don’t and should consider themselves very blessed.” Something like that, “And those who will be going are, Hna Campbell,” and that’s when the noise started up so I only sort of heard “Hna Duarte…” and then—-
“Hna De Leon.”
Hahaha! You thought I was going to say I was going right! WELL PSYCH!!! Oh wait, what did I write? Hna De Leon? I’m sorry, I think I heard wrong, what he actually said was “Hna Holladay.” Haha, gotcha.
It was pretty funny because I’m pretty sure I made the exact same face I made when I found out that I was going to give a talk that day I forgot until I saw my name on the paper Sunday morning. (Don’t tell Bishop, that’s a secret). President looked at me and saw my face and started laughing at me. Along with everyone else. He says there are people who are really excited, or people who cry, and if someone had cried this time, it would have been me, but I didn’t cry, I just felt myself blush and I felt dizzy and my heart rate went up to about 5000…
Because… there are only about 26 missionaries in Belice. It’s HUGE. And it’s like the pedestal missionaries that go there. I’m not a pedestal missionary. I’m one of the least baptizers ever… Everyone kept asking and keeps asking how I feel, but I just say, “Weird.” Because that’s about it. I feel weird. I was set to stay here in El Salvador the whole time without doubt… I had told myself, I know it’s not me, so I was all calm when everyone was so freaking out about it, up until he told me I was going. I will send you the pic of the three of us going to Belice. Yes, I am the only one in pants because I took advantage of the permission we got to wear pants.
We also made some cute necklaces and bracelets. 🙂 Yeni and Fernando are getting baptized Sunday. Reina and Roxana were unable to come to more than the end of church because of nun works and so… I will not be able to be in the country for whenever they get baptized. 🙁
Love,
Bek
