Hola mis padres, mis hermanas, y fellow nortes!
Here in the CCM the whities are reffered to as Norte and I kind of like it a lot it makes me feel cool. Mi sweet companera is a norte and she speaks the bonita lengua of espanol. My district is great, kind of crazy but what do you expect from a bunch of white kids immersed in Spanish and cooped up in a classroom all day. Ari, I got emails of your dearelder letters but I have not received them, on paper! Let me describe a little about the CCM to you Nortes. The CCM was built for the natives to live and learn so everything is a little bit on the small side. Sometimes I feel like Buddy the Elf….. check out the size of these toilets…..! But it is great. I do not how I got so lucky but mi companera y mi share a room con one other companionship…..ñ and we have our own bano!!!!!! It is like we are staying in a Hilton… for small people…. cool nonetheless. It is crazy how long we sit at our desks to learn Espanol. And even crazier how much we pray. Literally we wake up, pray, go to personal study,pray as a district then pray by ourselves (mind you I am praying en espanol whoop whoop) we got to desayuno y pray, then back for language study where we pray the whole time because no comprendo espanol, we then have companionship study which starts with a prayer, and then off to sports which is so bueno. We go to lunch were we pray and then back to studying were we pray again as a district and lessons which of course starts off with a prayer. We plan our lessons for our investigator (which we are teachin en espanol) and we start with a prayer for that as well. Sometimes all this espanol gets overwhelming, and then I remember…. my dad learned German….. and I suddenly feel a whole lot better about my life and my desicions!
Right now as a district we are teaching an investigator and his name is Alejandro. THe first lesson we were allowed to teach in ingles…. but day dos was en espanol….. I cried…. duh…. and pleaded for the gift of tongues. We have actually have had a lot of luck with this sweet boy. He is 18 and lost his dad. He desires for an eternal familia and he is enjoying reading EL Libro de Mormon. I absolutely adore this boy and have been able to cry with him (obviously I cry, I am an Edwards). I shared about sweet Corey Buxton and how it is through the gospel that his familia will be able to see him again. It really toughed his heart and we wept.
My district was put in the uppermost corner of the CCM but out our window we have a beautiful view of the temple which we actually get to go to tomorrow and I am so thilled. I am so amazed at all of these elderes y hermanas that are here. We all have growing to do, but we all know why we are here and having that veiw of this beautiful temple is another reminder to me as to why I need to be diligent in my studying, I have confidence in Christ that he will fill in when my language can not.
And of course I forgot stuff at home….. but we get to take a trip to WAL-MART next week. I guess it is the best field trip here! haha high classin it Guatemala. Being surrounded by the Espanas is definitely intimidating they know about as much ingles as I do Espanol…. but they think I am funny…. I repeat my humor has translated into GUATEMALAN.
Every day is the same here, the days feel like weeks, but I look back on this past week and it is crazy what I have done. This blanco kid can pray in Espanol and make the natives laugh. Sunday was so wonderful. I have never had so much church church but it was in INGLES except Sacrament meeting. Guess which Hermana Edwards bore her testimony on Sunday…. this one right here that is emailing you. I got up, spoke some espanol (I mean all in Espanol) said my amen amens and sat down. After wards the natives all came up to me and said you are so happy, why can you smile so much, what makes you happy……and I said everything (partially because that is the only thing that I knew how to say) But really I have a lot to be happy about. I am in Guatemala doing the Guate Squate, I can pray in espanol, I have a temple across the street, and my own bathroom…. cant ask for muich more.
Well, I think that is about it. Mom, the CCM is really safe, like prison safe. THe walls are really tall, bars on the windows, armed guards walking the perimeters, and we have only heard a few gun shots! AHHHH GUATEMALA.
Well I love you all and pray that you all know how much I love you, I am grateful to finally be serving the Lord in this beautiful country of Guatemala. I heard a quote from a movie we watched on Sunday (yeah we watch movies) and it my new statement to live by for the next 18 months, it is: I will do the best that I can and carry on. and it is true I am here to the best that I can and I will keep chugging.
Your almost spanish speaking amigo