Hola *querida familia y amigos*
Once again things are awesome possum here in Mexico! This week it even rained a little less than it usually does! This was only the beginning of the awesome things that happened this week! I had real Mexican Enchiladas, which are actually very different than my mothers. I got treats from other missionaries in my districts mothers. I made really good friends with the lady in the post office because I check the mail about four times a day. (Old habits die hard) And- I even met an Elder Larsen who knows a Jacob Wilkins.
The nonmember who we have been teaching, we discovered this week, is not named Fabian, but instead CARLOS. He not only is a member who is helping us learn, but also speaks English! He has become one of our teachers. That was a bit of a surprise and we have a hard time not calling him Fabian in class but it is still fun. I really like him as a teacher. He pushes us to try new things and he keeps the Elders in line. The Elders are doing very well! We are all getting along really well and really know how to make each other laugh. I spend most of my time smiling or laughing, because I am so happy to be here doing the Lord's work, but also because they are very funny. Elder Shepherd, for example, this week freestyle made up new lyrics to "Let it go" but about repentance. It ends with: "Satan never bothered me anyway." Although not your typical choral group, the Elders love to sing, and do so a lot! I enjoy hearing all the music. Their other favorite thing, other than singing, is this type of Mexican Chips Ahoy, called Chokies. They are very yummy, though I try to eat them less than they do!
Here in the MTC, we did not hear about President Packers passing away until the weekend after it happened. We watched his funeral services here and it was a sad occasion. It did inspire me to be more humble so that I can be a more willing instrument in the hands of the Lord, and will be willing and able to do and become anything that he wants me to be.
This week as I was struggling learning Spanish, I was thinking about the apostle Peter in the Bible. Peter was an apostle of Jesus Christ, but later denied him three times. I have never thought of myself as being similar to Peter, as I have tried to follow Him in all things. However, this last week, it occurred to me that when I say to myself that Spanish is too hard, that I will never learn it, or that I am not good enough, I am exactly like Peter in denying my Savior. I forget that it is HE that called me to be a Spanish speaking missionary, by HIS authority I was set apart, and that it is HE that I represent. When I tell myself those things, I am telling Him that His promises are unsure, and that He is not good enough. I know that the promises of the Savior are sure, and that He has born my burdens, whether they be Spanish related or not. Yo sé que Jesucristo es el Redentor y que Dios es nuestro Padre Celestial. This is His gospel that I am sharing. I am so glad for this opportunity and the chance to become better through it. I love you all A LOT.
All my love, and sorry for all the spelling and grammar mistakes in here, this is a Spanish keyboard,
-Hermana Madison McCurdy
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