Farewell Manila, Welcome to the "Real World"

Tuesday, the 18th was my last day in the mission. (On Monday, I had a final interview with President Ostler where we talked about how I felt about my mission and whether I felt the Lord had accepted my work and efforts, which I did/do.)  On Tuesday, we woke up really early and went to the mission office to drop off our luggage and then we all went to the Manila temple.  That was very, very special to me to go back to the place which had given me so much strength and comfort throughout my mission.  There were so many times when I just wanted to stay inside the temple and never leave it except for the fact that I had people I needed to help and teach to help they themselves prepare to enter that sacred place, and so I always managed to leave and go back to doing missionary work.  This time was no different really, I very much did not want to leave because I knew that my time to leave the Philippines was drawing ever closer.  After we left, we went to the American Cemetery (http://www.abmc.gov/cemeteries-memorials/pacific/manila-american-cemetery).  This cemetery honors all of those who fell in WWII around the Philippines area, both American and Filipino.  There are thousands of white crosses (and Stars of David for those who were Jewish) across the grounds, and the names of thousands of those who sacrificed their lives to give freedom to others.  It was hard for me, in many ways to be there, but so very beautiful at the same time.  When I thought of all those mothers and fathers who sent their sons to the Philippines to protect freedom at that time and then those sons never came back to them, it made me profoundly grateful for the opportunity I knew I'd have to go back home and continue my life, free, in part, because of the sacrifice of those who died so very far from the beautiful open plains of America.

After that, we went to the mission home for a special program including the Ostlers talking to us about marriage, dating, etc. and bearing testimony to us.  Then we had a truly excellent dinner and a testimony meeting with all the missionaries who were going home.  I definitely cried when I bore my testimony, but I really know that my mission is just a part of the larger plan Heavenly Father has for me, not the end - although yes, a very, very defining part of my life.  Even writing this as I'm home right now, it's hard for me to really express just how much Heavenly Father helped, led and guided me throughout the past 18 months, but it's simply the most miraculous single thing I've experienced in my life.  At the conclusion of the testimony meeting (there are some very, very powerful missionaries who have been/are assigned to the Manila mission) and sang "God Be With You Til We Meet Again."  Now, I don't think in my whole life have I ever cried when I've sung that song.  This time, I was leading the music, and on the last verse I just choked up and definitely couldn't sing anymore.  Then President Ostler offered a closing prayer which was one of the single most powerful  prayers I have ever heard offered in my life.  That night, after briefly talking with President and Sister Ostler, I left in tears, but they were tears of gratitude for all the Ostlers had done for me personally and the special experience God had given me to serve the people in the Philippines which I knew had drawn to a close, but would always take up a prominent part of my heart.

The next day we woke up at 2 am, got to the airport, and waited around for a while until our 9:30 flight.  After a layover in Japan and New York, I got home at about 9:30 or so Wednesday night (that was with crossing the international date line or something.)

Being a returned missionary is definitely a weird feeling (can't say it's my favorite feeling either, of disorientation and still not always having the right words in English, haha.) There's so much I want to do and it seems so little time to do it all.  My productivity has definitely decreased since my mission, which I'm trying to remedy as well as I can.  I'm so very grateful for my good friends who I've been able to re-contact after so long, and our friendships are just as sweet and I love them just as much. They've also all made positive changes in their life and seen a lot of progression, which has been wonderful to see in them and my dear family.  I miss my mission, but I can see that the connections I have here at home are important and it was time to come back and strengthen those friendships and relationships I do have, with my friends and family.

I figure this will be my last post on this blog.  My mission was the single most intense and defining event of my life so far.  I've never given so much for so long and received so much in return.  I'm excited for what happens next in life, and I know that as I continue to put Heavenly Father first in my life, I'll receive His guidance each day.

-Marinda

"O Death, Where Is Thy Sting?"

1 Corinthians 15:55-58

 55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

 56 The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.

 57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

 58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmoveable,always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.

So that about says it.  Yes, I'm "dying" off my mission, but I know that I can always abound in good works even after the mission, and stay steadfast in the things I've learned are really, truly important.  It doesn't sting as much as it would otherwise to leave so much behind if I wasn't taking so much back with me in my heart and soul.

On a different note - I met Joseph Smith this week.  Actually, he was just the 14 year old kid of a member family who had decided to name their kid that.  Pretty cool, though.  

Brother John Michael was baptized this week!  We've been teaching him the whole transfer, and he has great faith and moved to Manila with his family but he himself was not a member although they were.  He really wants to go on a mission.  It was very special for me to be able to see him baptized as the last baptism in my mission.

Yesterday, Sunday, the primary had their primary program where the kids sang and recited things for sacrament meeting.  All the little girls wore white and the boys had white shirts because their theme was "the temple."  I definitely teared up some during it because I knew it was my last Sunday here and they really are so sweet, and I remembered having been in the primary program myself so many times so many years ago.  I am truly, truly going to miss the dear Filipino people after my mission, and their kindness and openness which are qualities that are harder and harder to find in many countries today.

We also were certified by the ZL's (and we certified them as well - one of our ZL's is also going home this transfer so we both wanted to certify before leaving the mission) to be "Master Gospel Teachers" of Preach My Gospel, lessons one through five.  Feels good.  I know I"ll keep using the doctrines I've learned on my mission throughout my whole life.

A quote from Bishop:

Which one is more committed to the making of a ham and egg sandwich - the pig or the chicken?

The pig of course!  He gives his whole self while the chicken only gives a little bit.  Let us all be fully committed to doing missionary work!

He said that at the missionary devotional we had yesterday.  It was hard to say goodbye to the ward.  They had myself and the ZL who's going home bear our testimonies at the devotional. That was also hard, and I really am quite emotional about leaving these people that I love so much.

I know that being a missionary never really ends.  I also know that Heavenly Father guides us every step of the way in life, and that I don't need to worry too much as long as I'm on the straight and narrow path and doing my best to continuously move forward.  I look forward to seeing many of you soon, and I testify that Heavenly Father wants every single one of His children to be happy, and the single way to do that is through living the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Much Love,

Sister Larsen

The Time is Far Spent or Something Like That

I'd like to share a scripture from Isaiah 5:19:

 19 That say, Let him make speed, and hasten his work, that we may see it: and let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel draw nigh and come, that we may know it!

So, although this is more talking Messianicly, I chose to relate this one to myself for some pretty obvious reasons.  I like that it's implying here that we hasten the work because we want to receive Christ's judgement upon it/His counsel.  I know that in some small way, my mission has been a part of His plan for all of His children.  I'm so grateful for the opportunity I've had to be a part of it, and at the same time all of the changes He has wrought in my heart as I have fallen in love with my mission, and seen such great miracles as other people have had the same mighty change of heart wrought in them through the Spirit.

This week's been pretty insane.  I don't have much of a chance to think about going home or anything else because we have so much stuff we're doing here!  I'll give a rough outline of our week:

Monday - District activity.  That's our district in the picture.  We went to a member's house and played some games and ate food.  It was pretty awesome :)  I'm really going to miss this district, definitely one of my favorite districts from my whole mission.

Tuesday - Zone Meeting.  Sister Slade and I were assigned by the ZL's to talk about helping our recent converts and less-actives prepare to enter the temple, and what things we need to do in our families to really help our eternal ties to grow.  

Wednesday - Exchanges that were really far away from us (we both went to their area to conduct the exchange.)  It was the first time I've ridden the LRT or MRT, which is like the metro in DC (like, city train thing for mass transport.)  Can't say that's my favorite, I prefer taking the buses here.

Thursday - We had choir practice for the Christmas choir that will be happening in December (I go along although obviously I won't be there for that) and then right after we went into another exchange with Sisters closer to us.

Friday - Woke up early, had to go back with all the other Elders and Sisters who will be leaving at the same time to the immigration office to fix something else with our visas that they didn't know we had to do the first time.  That was a fun 3.5 hours, haha.

Saturday - Our ward had a Family Home Evening that was pretty awesome.  The youth did a dance again, but this time it was swing dance.  Their American style costumes were pretty awesome, haha, and a lot of their moves were pretty good.  During a lull in the program Bishop called myself and Sister Slade up to sing on the spot.

Sunday - We did more certification with the ZL's for becoming "master gospel teachers."  We're still on track to be certified before I leave.

So, yeah, we barely have time to breathe.  I kind of like it that way though.  No time to get trunky, although Sister Slade pointed out to me that I should probably start packing or something like that since we won't have any time this next week either.  Still no time today though; we have a Zone activity that should be way fun!  I'm okay with being this busy right now though; although sometimes I wonder at what point I'm going to collapse from exhaustion/stress - keeping the stress under control, but only through a lot of prayers and divine intervention :)  

I am a little excited to go back home, but mostly I don't think about it too much right now.  Ask me by the end of this week and I might have a different answer for you.  We have a lot of things planned, and it's just as busy as this past week for this week.  I'm excited though, every little (or big) effort can make a huge difference in a mission of 250 missionaries.  I'm so grateful for every single thing I've learned on my mission, and for every opportunity I've had to serve God's children. I can't even begin to express the joy my mission has given me, or the very welcome and needed changes in my soul that have tempered me to always turn to God for my guidance, answers, and peace.  I love this work and I know that there really isn't any end to serving, loving, and helping others.  I'll be seeing some of you all soon, and I'm looking forward to some very happy reunions, and seeing many of you whom I love so dearly and have felt connected to even after a year and a half.

Much love,

Sister Larsen

Took this picture on exchanges on the top of the Sister's apartment building.  It's super awesome.  I'm way proud of its artistic value :)

All Soul's Day

So November 2nd is All Soul's Day, but pretty much from the 31st of October to Nov. 2nd Filipinos just celebrate some combination of Halloween and "visit your ancestors' graves and party there" for those few days.  Pretty awesome. They sleep at or near or around the graves and just have like a ton of fun from what I saw when we passed by some of the cemeteries here in Paranaque.  We tried explaining to some members that Americans are afraid of cemeteries, especially at night, and they totally didn't get it, haha.

So... speaking of death, I went to my last Mission Leader Council on Thursday.  I was fine, until at the end when President Ostler asked all of us who are about to go home if we would bear our testimonies in front of all the Zone Leaders and Sister Training Leaders.  I was actually really surprised, because ever since President Ostler's been here, he's never had any of the going home missionaries bear their testimonies in a meeting like that.  Yes, I got really emotional about it.  By degrees, it's clicking inside of me that I'm going to be going home, and it kind of breaks my heart that I know I"ll have to leave my calling as a full time missionary and the very wonderful people here in the Philippines.  But the Atonement is for everything, including heartbreak from leaving a mission (which encapsulates a life, a way of living, a world,a  way of being for the past year and a half) - just never tried to apply it in that way yet.

On exchanges, I went back to my old area in Paranaque 1st ward and it was way nice to teach many of the people I taught there before.  It's also a nice feeling to know that there are some relationships I've created here that I could see them 20 years from now and the feelings of love on both our parts wouldn't be lost.

We had a special meeting this week where Elder Robbins (who talked in General Conference) came to talk to all of us missionaries on the mainland in the Manila mission (Palawan got excluded from this one.)  Before it, we had a choir practice where we practiced Christmas songs (they're starting a mission choir now, directed by a missionary and they'll be doing a lot with it during Christmas... too bad it doesn't effect me) but Elder Robbins' talk was very amazingly insightful.  Something his wife said to us was that, "For those of you going home within the next few months, I don't want you to change back to what you were just because that's what people expect.  To quote one returned missionary whom people were trying to get to change back to what he was before, "I spent 2 years (1.5 years) learning how to be weird and I'm going to stay weird!"  Now of course everyone just thought he was weird because he wasn't what he used to be.  So I plan to retain the most important changes from my mission and not slide back to what I was before either.

I asked Elder Robbins in the question and answer portion of the meeting, "How do you use the gift of discernment in your calling and how can we better use it in our lives?"  His answer was amazing, but in part he said, "Our receving gifts of the Spirit begins with a desire for the betterment of the Kingdom of God."  That's definitely one thing my mission has instilled in me.

Then there was a special broadcast for the Philippines where Elder Oaks spoke. He quoted the commandment of keeping the Sabbath day holy, but then said that PART of the commandment is that "six days shalt thou labor" and pointed out that "Mormons believe in work."  So I really loved that he emphasized that part of the commandment is that we do work during the other six days.  Super awesome to have so many special meetings and revelations this week.

I'm loving my mission. That's all that really needs to be said, and it's no where near enough.

-Sister Larsen

Marinda at an earlier Mission Leader Council.  

Brightly Beams . . .

... the sun on the day of another baptism!

This week, one of the wonderful people I've been teaching my whole time here, Sister Imee, was baptized.  It's been a long journey, but as we testified to her about the blessings of eternal families (her husband is a member and baptized her) and continued to express to her just how special she and her family are to Heavenly Father, she received a testimony for herself of its truthfulness.  Her testimony was one of the best testimonies I've heard on my whole mission.  We sure love them.  The sun was SO burningly bright when we took that picture, haha!  We sang with the Zone Leaders at her baptism and it sounded pretty nice apparently.

I've been listening to the music Brooke sent me a while back, specifically the bluegrass Christmas songs on the album "Christmas Pickins'."  Reminds me of good ole' Virginny erry time.  This week we also went on exchanges again with Sister Te'o and her companion (normal exchanges this time), and it was super awesome!  At the end I tried to explain to Sister Teo a quality trait she has that's really good, but I couldn't remember what the word was in English.  I tried for literally 5 minutes to remember it... tried about 5 different words that were all wrong... and finally came up with it... "resilient!"  It's good.  I'm trying to find my English again.

In the mission right now, we're working on becoming "Master Gospel Teachers," which means really focusing on the doctrines in Preach My Gospel and knowing them like the back of our hands.  This week Sister Slade and I got "certified" for knowing the first lesson like that :)  Feels like studying for tests a little bit, but I like it a lot better.  I"m going to try and get certified for at least the first 3 lessons before I go home, even though it's a mission goal for everyone by December.

We also had interviews this week with President and Sister Ostler.  I love them so much, and I'm going to miss them SO much when I do eventually have to leave.  I have a huge amount of respect and love for both of them, and I hope I can be like them when I'm older.  Honestly, in my interview, he gave me a lot of sound dating advice as well as answering my question for him about how I could be a better missionary right now in my mission.  I definitely will miss being able to learn from him on my mission after my mission.

The windows of heaven are definitely open to us when we do our best and love others with fullness of heart and lead by love and the Spirit.  I testify that Heavenly Father answers our prayers and truly loves to answer them.  Here's my parting thought this week about my feelings towards my mission and life at this moment:

2 Nephi 9:49

49Behold, my soul abhorreth sin, and my heart delighteth in righteousness; and I will praise the holy name of my God. 

I love all of you and I hope that we all recognize every blessing and feel God's love for us every day.

Much love, 

Sister Larsen

No TB, Yay!

Hello everybody!

A ton of things happened this week!  First - we went and got our tuberculosis tests and Sister Slade and I are both clear - they took an exam to check us both (required before we can leave the country.)  Then, today, we woke up early and with everyone else who's going home this transfer we got our visa stuff fixed and had our fingerprints taken.  I managed to get ink ALL over my arm and papers because I didn't realize that table was where the ink was (it just looked like a black bar painted on the table.)  Smooth. I wasn't the only missionary who did that, haha.

Random things - Sister Slade and I saw this AMAZING rainbow thing this week at sunset.  It was crazy though, it wasn't a rainbow... it was like right in this one located spot of clouds, there were about 10 different colors shining out of the clouds that looked like watercolors splashed around.  Never seen anything like it, and we don't know what it was... kind of like the northern lights, but we are DEFINITELY not in the north, haha.  Also, one day we opened our gate and saw something suddenly wriggling violently on the ground.  We jumped back and then looked a little closer.  It was a lizard tail!  For about a minute, it just wriggled and writhed like a worm on the ground even though it wasn't attached to the lizard anymore. Gross.  Probably a self defense mechanism.  

Mariz (who we found weeks ago in a very inspired way!)  got baptized this week!  We're so very excited for her, and she's excited to work with us.  We sure do love her and her energy and enthusiasm.  Definitely a person I'm lucky to have met on my mission.

So, Bishop asked me to sing a solo in church a few weeks ago.  After we sang "Nearer My God to Thee" in Tagalog at Mariz's baptism, he approached us and reminded me I had said that.  I said that it'd be a lot nicer if Sister Slade sang with me (she's a killer alto.)  So we did "Be Still My Soul"--first two verses in Tagalog, and last verse I kind of re-arranged to be like the version that's on Vocal Point's "Nearer My God to Thee" CD.  I got a video of Sis. Slade and I practicing, but it refuses to upload in the Philippines.  We got pretty fancy with it, especially for having one day to practice (partially cuz I'd worked out the arrangement for a solo several weeks before that.)  Went well, and now we have a lot of people who want to work with us from the ward.

Sister Slade and I are working on our English.  We have some pretty terrible grammar.  And some things when we try to say them in straight English are really hard; there's some words we just pretty much always use the Tagalog for.  So we're working on that.  A good example this week is when I was talking about someone who just gave birth that we know.  When I was talking about it though, I said, "Yeah, well, it would be hard when you just gave baby and..." and didn't realize that birth was the right word there until about a sentence later.  Working on it.  Talking in straight English makes me nervous these days though.

I love you all!  Have a great week.

-Sister Larsen 

We came home one day to see this parked in front of our apartment.  It's the basket wagon!  And there's hammocks and other woven things.  I'd seen one in Paranaque before, but never got a picture of it.  And there's a HUGE carabao that pulls the cart around.  Super awesome.

Magbabago Ang Buhay--Life's All About Changes!

So we found out last week that Sister Bechachino was actually transferring, so we went to transfer day along with all the other missionaries who were transferring.  As we waited for my new companion, one of the Elders I had met before came up and said, "Sister Larsen, Hello!  YOU are about to die!!"  In mission lingo, the term "die" means that you're about to finish your mission and go home.  About 5 other people said the same thing when they saw me because they all know this is my last transfer.  I try not to think about it too much, but it is getting really close right now, especially because I'm just enjoying my mission SO much right now!  My new companion is Sister Slade, who I already knew and got along quite well with (did exchanges with her before when we went to Palawan) and life's pretty lively with her around, haha.  I feel super blessed to have her as my companion, and she goes home in only 12 weeks, but we joke that the only way that we're trunky is that we're eating pretty much exclusively American food now.  

During General Conference when we watched it, it was, of course, super awesome, and I got a lot important revelation for how I need to be preparing to go home.  My area is a missionary graveyard - there's about 10 of us here "dying" off our missions within the next few transfers, and it's the most "trunky" area.  That's chill though, we got this.

We've been seeing a lot of miracles this week, and people are really opening up to our message and living it in a way that is truly amazing.  I really love these people here.  One cool experience is that about a month ago I talked to a man who was fixing his car, and we set up a tentative appointment, but he wasn't there.  We've tried about 6 times since to go back to him, but I felt like we shouldn't give up even though he wasn't there every time.  When we went back on Sunday, a lady answered the door and asked how we met that man and why we were there.  She then came out, and I expected from the questions she asked that she was about to chew us out and tell us to never come back.  Then she said, "I was at church (conference) earlier this morning, I'm a member visiting here!"  So she invited us in and apparently the man we met is somehow her step cousin or something and she's staying there with them for a while.  Talk about a miracle!  There's a lot more other circumstances like that happening right now (like seeing a fish in a fish tank, going up closer to the house to see it (if it looks cool and is an animal, I"ll probably go look at it regardless of how sociably acceptable that is), and then realizing there was actually a person sitting there in the dark who we're now teaching) and a ton of other awesome things.  

That's it!  Love you all!

-Sister Larsen

Kapayapaan--Peace

Dear Everyone,

This past Thursday ended a week long extended exchange I was privileged to have with Sister Te'o, a brand new missionary to the mission.  That was one of the most amazing, clarifying weeks of my whole mission.  And boy, did we have fun together (you know, staying within the bounds of missionary dignity of course... but I haven't laughed that much in probably my whole mission!)  Sister Te'o left a commitment for me after the exchange that I should "just be myself" regardless of whatever else might happen after the exchange.  So I started looking really deep inside to who I am becoming and who the Lord wants me to be.  I did a lot of self evaluation.  And after doing so, the Spirit really poured out to me that the Lord knows I've been doing my best and the work I've been doing is acceptable to Him, and the person I'm becoming right now is also acceptable to Him.  I couldn't be happier.  The Spirit really is my constant companion right now, in ways that I can't really explain... but consistent, persevering happiness every day in a way that very few things can get me down is one good way to describe it.  Just too happy, in spite of honestly quite a few reasons why I shouldn't be from external sources.  I suppose I've reached the point where I really am satisfied with myself, who I am, and how the Lord has shaped me.  It feels so good, and I'm planning to enjoy that (and continue to press forward steadfastly) to the best of my ability over the next 6 weeks, regardless of what happens.

The picture is of Sister Te'o and me.  That hand sign means "pogi" and people here do it to mean that they're really attractive.  

Anyway.  I don't have a whole lot of specifics this week, other than I'm feeling really good about everything right now.  Things are all falling into place.  I'm seeing things clearly (or a lot clearer than previously) and because of it I don't feel confusion or uncertainty anymore but the Lord has given me certainty of what He wants me to do now and what things I can still improve upon.  It's awesome.  I know this clarity is only possible through making correct decisions, seeking the Lord's guidance, and ultimately accepting the Gift of the Holy Ghost through God's authority on the Earth.

Love you all.  Invite the Spirit into your lives every day, and in every way.

Love,

Sister Larsen

Go Hard or Go Home

Heyo errybody.  This week's been a pretty crazy week of surprises (fortunately mostly pleasant ones), and I'm just kind of like... aight, I'm along for the ride, and I'm determined to enjoy it, and things are going pretty great.  We'll put it this way... I'm not ready to go home yet, so the only option is to go hard.  Maximizing this as much as I can , and getting really specifically inspired to get over stuff that I shoulda gotten over a long time ago (like my still innate fear of talking to random people.  That fear is pretty much totally gone now.  There are a lot of things where suddenly everything's clicked, and I just don't care too much anymore to pay attention to my obstacles like that.)

I'm currently on exchanges with a Sister who is the daughter of someone famous.  You know that awesome movie "The RM" ?  You remember that "Polynesian exchange student" the main character's family brings into their house right when the main guy gets off his mission?  Yeah, that's this Sister's dad.  Pretty cool, haha.  

At Zone conference they taught us how to communicate effectively, meaning how to shake hands as Sisters and how to smile at people so we don't give off the idea that we're "interested" or "flirting."  There's been a lot of problems in the mission with people falling in love with each other or other people falling in love with them and of course, that's not why we're here on our missions, so we had some training to try to stop that before it starts.  Apparently my handshake's not firm enough.  Gotta practice it so it's less "soft and feminine" hahahaha.

We also got a lot of training on becoming "master teachers" so that our lessons are guided by the Spirit and that we teach all the doctrines better that are in Preach My Gospel.  It went really well and we learned a lot.  My teaching has definitely been improving more because now I'm more focused on it, and really getting to know every lesson truly inside out so I can teach the doctrines the way that will be more effective and helpful.

Bishop came up to me yesterday and asked me to sing a solo in sacrament meeting a few weeks from now.  Let you know how that goes.

Love you all!

-Sister Larsen

Probably a photo of the district playing basketball and volleyball, as mentioned in last week's blog post. 

When It Rains . . .

IT POURS.

Maybe some of you heard about Mario, the tropical storm or whatever it was this week, but we definitely had some crazy flooding right outside our apartment.  That picture is of the road that we use to get out from our apartment, and the water you can see behind that wall is the huuuuge chasm that normally funnels out all the water.  Talk about a flood!  I don't know why that lady was using an umbrella while she was up to her waist in water, haha, or where was so important for them to get to that they walked through all that rat and human feces and trash that's in that water.

When we were restricted to staying in our apartments because of the flooding, I washed my laundry by hand (the Filipino way) for 3 hours (it takes that long.  Be thankful for washers and dryers), took a nap, wrote a coupla letters, and ate a lot of food.  It was fun.  Fun... we're gonna have some later on today when we play basketball and volleyball as a district.

Anyway.

This week I've really been working on talking to everyone.  Sometimes that's productive, sometimes it's not.  One time as we were walking, I saw an older gentleman walking ahead of us.  And I saw in his hands... nun-chucks!  Then I got excited, now I definitely had something to talk to him about.  So I walked up and said, "Bakit mayroon po kayo mga... nun-chucks?" (pretty sure there's no word for that in Tagalog.)  The man turned around and said, with a strong British accent, "Oh, my, I do not speak Tagalog."  Turns out he's from France, but went to school in England, and teaches self-defense to some of the other foreigners that live in the area.  We talked to him a bit, and when we asked him if he would be interested to learn about our message centered on Christ and families, he said, "Absolutely not, but thank you for the offer... I have nothing to gain from religion, and am actually a very wicked man."  So, there we go, but he wished us well, and we went on our way.  On the way back later at night I heard from his house the sound of a punching back getting whacked, probably by nun-chucks.  New life goal - learn how to use nun-chucks.

We also had a "work and self reliance" workshop this week where missionaries who are going to go home in a few months learn about applying for jobs and doing interviews and all that stuff.  It was SO funny because when we did the practice of people walking into a room where their "potential employer" was, they were supposed to walk up and confidently say, "Hello, I'm (their first name and last name) and I'm here to apply for the (job.)"  Almost every single one of them who did that walked in and said, "Hello, I"m Elder..." or "Hello, I'm Sister..." and they just couldn't say their first names!  It gets hard for sure when we haven't used our first names for the past two years or so.

Speaking of which, I will be coming home in mid-November for anyone who doesn't know that.  I'll be looking forward to seeing most of you all then, and for now I'm focused on being a missionary!  But thanks for all your continued love and support throughout these 18 months.

Thought this was way awesome when I read it in the Bible Dictionary this week. The definition of the word earnest in a Biblical context.

"Earnest"

A pledge or security. The word thus translated is a commercial term denoting the deposit paid by a buyer on entering into an agreement for the purchase of anything. As used by Paul (2 Cor. 1:22; 5:5; Eph. 1:14) it means that the Lord gives us His Holy Spirit in this life as a foretaste of the joy of eternal life. The Spirit is also the Lord’s surety that He will fulfill His promise to give eternal life to the faithful.

May we all live earnestly to receive the gifts of the Spirit and have that foretaste of joy every day.  I know that the Lord does and will fulfill His promises to us, and there's only one way for us to be happy - through obedience to His commandments and pure, clean hearts.

Much love,

Sister Larsen