How I Learned to Love Simplicity

Update on the work here: slow, very slow. We won't be seeing a baptism this transfer, but I will get to see our investigator get baptized if I stay for at least ONE more transfer. I'm getting a little tired of packing every six weeks, but every transfer has been an adventure. This one more than others probably. My time here has been special and crucial to my spiritual and emotional growth. It's a place I will never forget with people I have truly come to love. It's a replay of Carcassonne all over again, but the French version :)

FACTS I LEARNED:

• My companion loves Zelda and Assassin's Creed. She truly is my Tahitian counterpart.

• I am handicapped in a kitchen setting. Give me any recipe, and I promise you that, despite following all the directions with great care and attentiveness, I will destroy any kind of food's level of edibility (I may have invented that word. It's been a long time since I've tried to speak proper English). Seriously, the first thought that came to my mind this week as I wrenched a batch of deformed cookies from the oven was, "I'm going to die alone."

I didn't notice this before my mission, but I have a disorder. It's the inability to take things off a to-do list once they're put on there. My brain cannot grasp the concept of prioritizing activities and goals. Even now, I'm debating whether I've truly learned to love it. IT'S PAINFUL! I've got French, Spanish, piano, "baking", making thank you cards, organizing my perpetually messy desk, making calls for appointments, updating the area book, this, that, these, those, etc. etc. etc. blah, blah *EXPLOSION*. It's disgusting.

This has impacted my ability to focus on the task at hand. My poor companion has been try to snap me out of my trance for a while now, and I'm hoping that I'm coming back to reality. I feel a little more lucid, but crazy people don't know when they're crazy, you know? It's been a fight trying to invite the Spirit back into my life to help me know what I should do to help my companion and those I teach. It's a very unpleasant feeling, I learned, when God has to shut the door on you for a minute for you to realize that you need to knock again. For a while I was getting a nice crossbreeze and progressing so much, but now I realize that God is there FOR ME. I'm not here to do His work without Him having a say in what's going to happen. I'm a little sheepish to admit that my pride got the best of me and I had to, once again, ring God's doorbell and tell Him sorry I tried to make all these changes to His house when He didn't even ask for those things. 

Priortizing. Gross, but necessary. I have to remember that I'm human. One of the ordinary ones. And the story continues. You guys should remind me every now and again to use my time wisely. I can't retain that concept for too long, haha.

Que Dieu Beni Chacun de Vous. I love you all so much. Keep being my examples. 

Sœur Green