July 15th

Hello!

This week has been good.

I got my package! I have never been so happy to see American Deoderant in all my life. Thanks mom.

We had a baptism! Florelle. It was wonderful. We started teaching her two days after I arrived so I was still falling asleep every time we closed our eyes to say a prayer but still it was fun to take that journey with her. And we have another baptismsaturday. haha a lot of miracles are happening here.

I got to plant Minyock! We went to a recent copnverts house and planted veggies in the most lush, gree, haphazard garden I have ever seen. And we used machetes to do a lot of it. haha It was awesome. But hard work! I have a whole new respect for Grandpa now.

What else? We got in a car accident on the way over here. No one was hurt so that is good. Just a little scratch, and it was the other persons fault.

One of my comppanions leaves in 9 days. She has been in St Paul for 10 months spo everyone is really sad to see her go. Mostmy that just means we have a lot of dinner appointments this week!  I think I will just stay in the same area with my other companion...who speaks NO english. That will be fun.

I had to give a talk in our branch yesterday. Pfft. I talked SO fast and when I looked up everyone had the look of 'I have literally NO idea what you just said.' That's a confidence builder. haha. But everyone is so nice. I have two favorite members.... Pierre who is the most Creole man you will ever meet. He cannot read and I understand NONE of what he says. But he is SO kind. We visit him and his wife A LOT and when we leave he stands at the door and waves and I wave from the road until we cant see eachother anymore. He is like a nice grandpa man. Also Soeur Lassont (The relief Society President) who is EXACTLY like Honeyma. I am not kidding. It is awesome. 

The bakery we live above is going to be closed for a month. I am heart broken. I love smelling the fresh bread every morning.

Life is just life. Creole and dirty life. But I love it. I love porting, even though we are told no. I love sweating, even though it is not always comftorable. I love crying, because it means I am becoming the person my Savior wants.

Love you all!

Soeur Edwards

July 8th

Hello!

First off, I think maybe I gave everyone the wrong address. So here is the one for packages:

Eglise De Jesus Christ (SDJ)
BP 80511
97490 St Denis CEDEX
La Reunion

and letters go here:

19 ter log 2 Chemin Creve Coeur

Bois Rouge

97460 St Paul

La Reunion

okay! now let s categorize.

The Island.

Is beautiful. Some places look like America, like our apartment. But a lot of it looks like it could be Mexico and of course a lot of it looks like a poor African Country.

But there are wild fruits everywhere and we sure as heck pick them when we are porting. Also there are flowers everywhere too...the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen! The weather is typical. We live on a mountain so it is pretty cool but down in actual St. Paul it is so hot! I am getting a nice tan. There are a lot of mountains and dogs/chickens/goats and small black children run freely on the road...another reason I do not yet drive.

The Language.

Is rough. I can understand French pretty well because that is ALL I hear. With two native French Speaking companions, both who speak very little English, it is necessary to learn to understand. Creole? Nothing. But I am speaking lore during lessons. Kind of. Mostly I am just the awkard white girl.

Work.

I will not lie, it can be very discouraging. For people here it is not lack of humility, it is just not understanding the need for a change. Everyone here is catholic and that is how they want to stay. Other parts of the island are very much 'I do not need religion' but St. Paul is 'I already have religion. Also I am an islander so I don't like to keep commitments.' But like I have said, people are very nice. We have a lot of pleasant experiences when porting. We are told no with a smile.

Experiences that I had this week.

Hm. Interesting week. We went to one of the recent converts house, the Perfillons, and cooked pork. Let me clarify. This is actually a group of shacks where the roofs are all woven palm leaves. and brother Perfillon, who is VERY creole, took a giant machete and just chopped up this...animal...and then we cooked it over a fire and ate it with pumpkin soup. Really good but wow it was heavy.

We met some Jehovahs witnesses. They were mean. I hated not being able to say things back to them when they mocked the BOM but my comps are wonderful and they knew what to say.

We also went to an outdoor market. My mind was blown. It was tons of fruits I have never seen and African goods and wild dog (to eat) and vinilla! We are going back this week...Mom do you want any vinilla beans?

Today for Pday we went to a waterfall. These two members had machetes and honestly lead us through the forest. You think I am kidding but I am so serious. I have scratches all over my legs from the bamboo and rocks. I kept thinking.... not sure if this is a good thing for missionaries to be doing. But it was quite the adventure. After we had a BBQ. The fire was started using bug spray. haha also not the best idea.

Well I love you all. We have a baptism this Saturday! Pray it works out.

Sister Edwards

Welcome to Reunion Island!

Bone Fete Papa!

Happy Father's day! I think. Also hope because I told a lot of people thqt yesterday. Then again I also told someone that we belonged to a church that worships the devil. But it is my fault that I am a missionary and there is a church here called la mission? I think not. I also called my branch president a women. Oh well.

So I am here. On a mission. And I love it but it is so hard. I am on La Reunion in an area called St. Paul. It is very beautiful and very poor and very creole. So even if I did knoaw French, which let's be honest, I do not, it would still be hard to communicate because most people speak creole. But it's a pretty cool dialect. To say hello how are you? I am fine thankyou. You say 'Como zot ilès? Le La.'

...what? haha

The people here are very friendly but very unresponsive to the gospel. So they will say 'that is wonderful. Do you want some lemonade? No I am not interested.' haha

We have seen a lot of miracles though. Yesterday while porting (door to door) we met a man named Leon and taught him the plan of Salvation and you could just tell he recognized what we were saying. After all he has heard this plan before, we are just here to reawaken the faith.

The water here is making me sick. At least that is what people think is making me sick. I think it is the horse meat stew. haha let ne just say I have put food in my napkin more than once this week. But in general the food is okay. A LOT of rice. And this pepper called Pimon which is super hot but of course you have to eat it to become one of them. Naturally I eat it all the time.

Our branch is awesome. There are 26 of us total, including my companions and I. Oh yeah! I am in another trio. With Souer Berchel (African) and Vautea (Tahitian). They are both wonderful and speak fluent French so mostly I just nod my head and ask Sr Vautea what people are saying. She speks a little bit of French but not a ton so it is very difficult at times. But I have faith. Anyways I love our tiny branch. I am Sr Edwahh to them, qnd everyone here, because no one can say Edwards. People at church were like 'you speak wonderful French' haha. no. Our Church is a little room above an apartment. There are gaping holes in the wall and so Sacrament is really loud haha.

We are working with a lot of people right now. I have had a lot of neat experiences with them. For example, Cerco lives in a metal hut with no door and it is just dirty and sad. We went and taught her and I understood almost nothing but at the end I just bore my testimony that the Lord is aware of her and loves her and the spirit was very strong. I love the Spirit. That kind of thing has happened to me a few times. I think maybe there is a power in not knowing the language. It makes me listen to the spirit.

Quick! I need everyone within the sound of my voice to send as many fruit snacks as humanly possible to

Eglise de Jesus Christ (SDJ)

BP 80511

St. Denis CEDEX 97490

La Reunion

They don't have those here. Can you believe that? Poor people do not have the gospel or fruit snacks.

Also letters can be sent to

19 ter log 2 Chemin Crere Coeur

Bois Rouge

97460 St. Paul

La Reunion

Well I have to go! Pday was wonderful, we went on a hike in the rain forest! so beautiful. I love you all! Passe un bonne journee

Soeur Edwahh 

also!
also we met this lady porting and she took out a giant stick and started knocking fruit out of a tree haha and we had to catch it then she gave it to us. Idk what it is called but it looks so cool and tastes awesome. We pick fruit all the time here when we are walking. 

She's Leaving on a Jet Plane!

Hey!

I do not have much time today (I have to go and catch a quick flight to Paris soon) but I just wanted to send a few pictures home and say hello and I love you all!

 

I am so pumped to talk to you today ma mere et mon pere! (mom and dad). Be waiting attentively by the phone at 3:15 please! (my time) idk when I will actually call but I am hoping it is around that time!

 

Today has been a little stressful! I feel like I have so much to do still (I really don't but in my mind I do) and packing without being over the 50 pound weight limit is never easy! But it will all be wonderful, I have faith.

 

Let me just tell you about a few tender mercies I have seen this week.

One...Matt made it to Peru! I got his email today and I could not be more thrilled for him!

Two...Last night Elder Lynch and Elder Haggard asked me if I wanted a blessing before I left. It had been on my mind but I was too emberassed or something to ask (dumb, I know) so I was very touched that they offered. They gave me a very simple but powerful blessing. I love our Elders and will miss them dearly.

Also this morning at the temple I was just very emotional (can you blame me? haha) and so I was maybe crying....a lot...in the celestial room (don't worry mom, they were not sad tears. they were excited and nervous and grateful and maybe a little sad to say goodbye to my friends tears) and Elder Castrjon, one of my Zone Leaders, came over and pointed at two scriptures (alms 17:5 and 11) and told me that it would all be okay. I have probably read these verses at LEAST two whole times in my life, but they meant something more to me now. Applying the enabling power of the Atonement means more to me now. His act of kindness, to find that scripture and share it with me, meant the world.

 

I just said goodbye to my room forever (goodbye 17M-383). We drank Martinellis to celebrate. I love my companions and will miss them.

I am excited to read my journal on the plane! It's something every missionary does...they have people write nice things in a journal for them when they are leaving. And it's tradition in my mind that you can't read them until you are on the plane. (not that I have ever done this before) but it seemed like a good idea to wait. So I have got a whole buttload of nice things just waiting to be read!

 

I will be honest, I am not looking forward to a two day trip. It will be hard and I will be in DESPERATE need of a shower the morning of the 12th. I am hoping to sleep alot...we shall see! I think I already told you that Elder Peck and Elder Sanchez are threatening to take pictures of me sleeping. Those numptys. I am excited to say hello to Paris though! One day we will be there as a family and I will be able to speak fluent (African) French to everyone! Which reminds me...a lot of people have told me that they actually speak creole where I am going. So...wish me luck!

 

Sorry this email is so short! I will send letters and pictures next monday from the other side of the world. I do ask at this time for all of y'alls prayers....your faith and support are much appreciated. Thanks for all the emails. I love you all and will say hello to Africa for you.

 

Soeur Edwards.

The Greatest Joke Ever Told

Family and Friends

 

 

No big deal or anything but I LEAVE TO AFRICA IN A WEEK AND I GOT MY TRAVEL PLANS. We leave Monday at 5:30 pm (so parents, expect a call around 3:30 I am thinking) and land in Paris the Morning of the eleventh. Then we have a flipping 8 hour layover in Paris (kill me now) then we leave that night and fly STRAIGHT DOWN. hola. I get in at 8:40 AM (their time) the morning of the 12th. Longest flight of my life but it could be worse.

 

Ah. This week was awesome. Idk why but it was just a super good week. I shall now write some of the highlights of my week so that you may better understand.

 

One, I played kickball this week! Which we all know is super outside of my box and I cannot tell a lie, it caused me some anxiety. But then all the elders in the whole zone were like "Edwards! Edwards! Edwards!" and can you say no to that? I daresay, no you cannot. So I played and not to brag or anything but I got a home run (definitely my greatest athletic acheivemnt ever, no big deal). I also struck out (is that the correct term?) but that is besides the point! The point is that I played and conquered my fear and am pretty much a professional now AND I got a ton of compliments on my yellow nikes.

 

I also told the greatest joke ever been told in the history of the MTC. (It's a fact, I checked.) We were popcorn teaching a teacher (where one companionship starts and then another one has to jump in) and it was our turn and I said "oh no! I am not ready!" then Smart-Alec Elder Haggard said "But is the spirit ready?" and I said, without missing a beat, "Yes. Much like five dollar pizza, the spirit is always ready." It was only so funny because the MTC is a pressure cooker and so every emotion we feel is magnified ten times and we are all starved for entertainment but we laughed for a good minute. I was on one this week- I cracked jokes left and right but then an elder told me he "loved my sass" and I felt awkward.

 

Oh! Also I was in line for lunch on Friday and this older sister behind me said something and so I turned around and began talking with her and she tells me her and her husband are serving in the Marshall Islands! So of course I freak out (and I am pretty sure I almost gave this sweet old lady a heart attack) and told her my brother served there and loved it and how the missionaries there get so close to the senior couples and how he works here now and loves it. And she asked his name and I said "Elder Edwards" and she said "How funny, I am related to some Edwards" and we talk some more and turns out Grandpa (my grandpa, Wayne) is her uncle! Now family history has never been my strong point but if my math is correct, we are related! So she gave me a big hug and we took a picture together. It was really sweet.

 

Also! I was sitting in class and Elder Castillo (not in my district but probably one of my favorite elders) came in and was like sister Edwards get over here! So I ran out and their WHOLE district had made a tunnel with their arms (like moms would do for soccer games) and they were like "run through it! we did this just for you because we love you and are so grateful for your jokes and your presence." Can you say sweetest thing ever? It seems so simple but it really made my day.

 

Also! We had a water chugging contest and I totally won. Granted, half of it was on my shirt or in the trashcan but that is okay! Elder Sanchez recorded the whole thing... I must find that video and destroy it immediately.

 

We got new girls in our room! Those lucky ducks are English speaking and therefore get to sleep till 6:30 every morning. But it is okay. Poor things cried the whole first night. I say poor things but I really mean I am angry at them for keeping me awake. I am totally kidding, my heart really did go out to them.

 

I don't know what else to say! I am nervous to leave the MTC but excited as well. I am trying to use my time as wisely as possible so that I may better serve my Lord. But it can be hard to focus when we are all friends. The French is okay, but I am excited to be in the field where I will learn it faster. The food here continues to be rachet but the spirit continues to be strong. Oh! We had the coolest fireside yesterday. Some old man (Ted Gibbons) used the whole stage and just acted out events in church history from the point of view of Dr. Richards, who was one of Joseph Smiths dear friends and was with him when he and Hyrum died in Carthage. It was such a testimony strengthener to me that Joseph Smith was and IS a prophet. God the Father and the Son really did appear to him and we do have the true church back on this earth. I have taken that for granted most of my life. But I am making the goal right now to thank my Father in Heaven at least once a day that we know the truth. I love this gospel.

 

I still cannot believe this is my last full Monday at the MTC. We did initiatories at the temple today and I realized how much I will miss it! I love the temple and (if you ever tell anyone this I will deny it) I really do love the MTC. It has taken all the things I am bad at (humilty and patience to name a few) and forced me to change. And it has taken the few things I am okay at (talking to others and making friends) and helped me to increase those talents. It is not about me. And that is the hardest thing to remember. It is not about where I WANT to go on my mission or what language I WANT to speak or which companions I WANT to have. And it's not even about how much success I WANT. Although that seems like a woth while thing to strive for, it is what the Lord wants. It is what He has always wanted. I am literally here, not to speak French, not to say the things I want, not to DO the things I want, but to be a vessicle for His work. I think I am starting to maybe grasp one tenth of one percent of the Atonement and what that means for all of us. What that means for me. What that means for my Investigators, who are nothing more or less than LITERAL children of God. I want nothing more than to become less selfish, less self centered, less self aborbed and to turn outward to others in love, service and compassion as my Savior did and continues to do.

 

Well that's all for now folks. Oh yeah, and if your name is Chyenn Way YOU BETTER HURRY AND WRITE TO ME WHAT KIND OF FRIEND DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? love ya.

 

I think I have another Pday on Saturday before I leave. But even if I don't, the chruch is still true. It is my goal to always be true to the church.

 

Souer Edwards

Everything is satisfactual.

Salut!

Can you believe that I have been at the MTC for a month? Well, believe it. Cause it's truth, it's actual, everything is satisfactual. I leave in exactly 14 days! HOLLA.

 

This week was good, but Tuesday was really hard. Sometimes things just pile up and then if you don't talk about them you eventually explode. So I was just kind of at that point and we taught our investigator (who, spoiler alert is actually our teacher) and the lesson didn't go very well. She could tell something was wrong so she had me stay back and talk to her. I broke down, which was actually very thereputic for me. We just talked about things I could do to improve the things I was worrying about and made plans. Although days like that are never fun, I am grateful for them. Our Savior, the perfect missionary, was rejected and faced hardships and trials and disappointments. So it would seem odd if I never had a hard day, because I am His hands to do His work on this earth, and therefore it is expected to be hard. And I welcome the tears, because they allow me to turn to my Father and find joy in his love.

 

Our trio is doing good. Sometime my companions still do things that make me want to stop and say "ain't no body in this whole world got any time at all for that" but I am sure they feel the same way about me sometimes too, so it's okay. But we are friends, and that is very important. We are learning to rely on one another when we teach and everyday we learn something new about one another, which helps to open our eyes a little bit to WHY we are the way we are. I love my companions and I am grateful for them.

 

My thoughts and prayers are still with President Monson. We got to watch a broadcast of the funeral service and although it was beautiful, it is hard to see our Prophet so sad. I am grateful for the knowledge that we as members of the church have that there is life after this.

 

The food here is rachet. (My hispanic companion taught me that. I say it all the time now). So thanks for the cheese wheel mom (literally, a wheel of cheese arrived for me in the mail this week) because that is all I eat. I ain't trying to get botulism from the food here, shoot.

 

I love that I am in a building with other foreign speakers. I feel at times that I have learned more portugeuse and Hatian Creole than French. haha oh well. But honestly, it is fun to get language lessons from elders serving in other languages. BOOM, instant friendship. I also love being across the hall from the ESL missionaries. They are all very humble and sweet, and their English is actually pretty good! The Lord has blessed all of us tremendously with the language of our missions.

 

I love being a missionary. We taught a lesson this week and I just FELT it. Ya know? I was prompted and directed on what to say through the Spirit, which is the most fun part of being a missionary. He said that when he read Joseph Smith History 17 (the first vision, which I TOTES have memorized in French) he felt another presence in the room. And I was like BAM! Holy Ghost, testifying of truth. When we are baptized we are blessed with the gift of the Holy Ghost (reception du don du L'Saint-Esprit) and we can have it with us always. And then I issued the baptismal challenge (good thing I had it memorized) and he accepted. YES! I love the Spirit! And I love being called Sister. I love it. One of my friends, an elder in our disctrict, found out my name was Page and was all "nice to meet you Page" and I was all "that's sister Page to you." haha. Being called sister means a lot to me. It means I am my Saviors servant. What more could I want?

 

 

Hey! I saw Victoria Sheets finally this week, a few times actually!  I sent a picture home. She also gave the conversion story in Relief Society. She is so awesome. I loved seeing a familiar face! She is wonderful! I saw Alicia Kemp a lot this week too. Funny how that happens.

 

Hmm...what else? Oh I have a silly story. So Elder Lynch and I both really love Disney and so we were talking about Winnie The Pooh and I said the Heffelumps and Woozles song really scared me when I was younger and so now of course he sings it all the time and emailed his mom for all the lyrics and he claims he is going to memorize it and find my room and sing it late at night haha and also that he will record himself signing it while he is in Africa and send me the recording. What a weirdo. But we all love him, he's the funniest Scott we have ever met.

 

Hey! We got a new elder this week. It's a little weird. He threw off our grove a little bit. But that's cool. He has already been through the MTC once (French speaking for 9 weeks) and started serving his mission but came home and is now doing it again. But since he already kind of speaks French he only has to be here 3 weeks. He is pretty buggy but I am learning to deal. And I am learning (and loving) to take things here in stride. I will NEVER again be a 20 year old missionary headed to Madagascar in the MTC ever again. So I am going to enjoy every moment. Even the hard ones. Because they are all part of the plan.

 

The Temple was closed this morning. (Happy Memorial day! Wasn't that Music and the Spoken Word beautiful?) And even though it's sad not going to the temple I was pretty okay with it because we got to sleep in until 6:30. Which is awesome!

 

Hey want to know a secret? I love being music cooridantor for my branch. It is a cool opportunity to meet new people and I love the hymns in French. They really are beautiful!

 

What else to say? Life is still life at the MTC. We wake up early and have class for 6 hours, study time for 4 and an hour of nap, I mean gym, time tuesday-friday. I love the structure though, because it gives us a chance to be obedient, which bring happiness. Isn't that funny? Sometime I like to complain that there are too many rules or the dresscode is too hard to follow, but in reality these rules are in place because we are all dumb and the Lord knows how to make us happy despite that. If we obey his commandements, we are happy. Simple. I love the gospel. The Lord loves us so he didn't make anything too hard to understand.

 

Yesterday on our temple walk (best part of the week!) we saw so many people with out shoes on. Why are Utahns so weird? Oh and also I met some elders going to San Antonio Spanish Speaking! That is more exciting to me than my own mission call. I love Texas! Everyone else in my district hates on it, but they are all just Utards. Don't worry, good people of Texas, I am defending our state aggressively.

 

I love you all! Thanks for the letters and the prayers. I can feel your love.

 

Oh and mom and dad...we are all going to Scotland after our missions to visit Elder Lynch and speak perfect French to one another. Start saving up ;)

Life on the battle front is still good.

Bonjour! Qu'est-ce que vous pensez au sujet du prophetes? Je sais que Joseph Smith etait un prophete pour nos jours et il retabli le veritie sur la terre.

 

Can we just talk about how I know everyone at the MTC? You think I am kidding but I am not. For example, this past Wednesday I was on the way to breakfast and saw Kaytee who I went to EFY with three years ago. And then I say Sister King, who I was neighbors with in Perkins 211. And then I saw Carlee and Anabelle...both girls I roomed with at Disney World. THEN some girl I was in Social Work 300 with last semester. AND Alicia Kemp. I am not kidding. All in one day. And it doesn't help that I wonder the halls during study time so I am really good friends with a lot of the elders...not just the ones in our zone, but the other French zone as well, and the Haitian Creole elders, and the islanders going to America (one of them is from Madagascar! He is so awesome!) and somehow I am close to the Portugeuse Elders as well...so I see all of them all the time and they call me Sister Madagascar so if course I love that. My companions hate that I am so social but I am just like "haters gonna hate."

 

So this week was really good. We saw many miracles but faced many trials as well. My companions are struggling a little more with the language. It is a struggle and a trial of faith for all of us because when one companions feels discouraged, it feels innapropriate to be like "dang! my French is so good!" Ya know? We succeed and fail together. We are learning to love and teach and grow together.

 

I love our district. I say it every time but I mean it everytime. We have the coolest Elders. It will be weird to say goodbye to them in three weeks.

 

Speaking of three weeks...I LEAVE IN THREE WEEKS FROM TODAY! Can you even believe that?! I can't. It is going to be here before I know it and then I will be calling my family from the SLC airport and crying and then soon after eating horse and bleaching the produce that I get from the Creoles who live in the mountains of the rainforest. ( Well, at least according to this sister who works here and served on Mada/La Reunion/Mauritus.) I'm PUMPED. Good thing I know the word for horse in french. Cheaveul. Or maybe that's hair.

 

So on Sundays the Branch Presidency announces from the pulpit who is going to give a talk in sacrament. So you always have to have a talk prepared en francais and you may just get called up. It makes me have severe anxiety. I have been safe so far. Keep the prayers coming. But, even though that is a little stressful, for the most part I love Sundays. We get up at about 6 (yay! sleeping in!) We get to watch a movie every Sunday (The Jospeh and Emma movie has never before seemed like such a cinematic masterpeice) and we do a temple walk with our whole zone. And by that I mean we take a nap in front of the temple with our whole zone. And we have the best devos every sunday. Last night Mary Edmund spoke to us...She is my new hero. She's like this 70 year old ball of fire who has served 5 missions AND lived in Africa. (hollah.) And she just pumped me up to say yes everyday to my mission call. OUI!

 

SPEAKING OF DEVOTIONALS! So we have one every Sunday as well. And Elder Nelso was totally the speaker on Tuesday. AND I was in the choir so I was in the same room as him! It was so interesting because when he walked in I wasn't really watching the door but I immediately felt the spirit change. And I was all confused like "wait...why does it feel different? Who turned the heater on??" But no, it was just a man of God entering the room. He pumped me up also. Ask the missionaries!

 

Okay so I have to tell you the dumbest story. So we eat dinner at 4 and by like 7 I'm all "do you think they know about second dinner?" But much to my (and the hobbits) dismay, they do not, and so by 9:30 I am starving. So everynight I buy a string cheese from the vending machine and EVERY NIGHT it gets stuck. With out fail. And some islander sister always has to help me get it out. So now I will be walking around the MTC and some beautfiul Samoan/New Zealander/Hawaill will just call me Sister Cheesestick. Haha I love my life.

 

Life on the battle front is still good. Sorry I don't have more to write. We study and conjugate verbs and make any excuse to stand up and stretch that we can. The language is coming along great for me. I have truly been blessed with the ability to not only recall what I knew in High School, but to learn new material at an alarming speed. I am in no way an expert, but I can express myself to our invstigators, which is huge for me. I don't actually know how to spell investigator. They are called L'amis de L'Eglise in french. Friends of the church. Isn't that cute? it is.

 

I love the spirit. I love it's companionship and peace and guidance. I am not even close to adequate with out it. I saw many miracles with our investigators which is the most important things. During one of our lessons I was able to answer a question that I do not even have the vocab or know how to do. The spirit was so strong and we are commiting him to baptism this week!  Missionaries are not sent to fail, and the Lord will not allow our inadequecies to keep his children from learning the truth.

 

  I also love the temple. We did a session this morning...I forgot how much I love it. Today has probably been on the best days in the MTC so far and I know the temple is to thank.

 

I love you all! I am happy and healthy and probably laughing more than I am learning, but I am learning a little bit too :)

 

Love,

Soeur Edwards