Suspicious Chicken

Yo, what's up! I'm still here. I realized after I sent out last week's email that I didn't add any photos—my bad. Also, that email was typed up so quickly, so that's why. This week was kind of exhausting but good. It felt like I was swimming underwater holding my breath—not sure how far I swam, but when I came up for air, I actually covered some distance.

The work here in Madera has been going great. The Lord somehow manages to use dull, dollar-store plastic toys (me) to do His work. I’m a good plastic shovel, I guess. I remember always buying those toy animals or dinosaurs that "grow" in water, only for them to come out slightly bigger, curved, and extremely disfigured. I got scammed. It’s so easy to scam kids.

This week felt like we ran into tons of good people! Normally in English work, people are pretty blunt, but this week they were all chill and kind. The weather is slightly cooling off, so everyone is in a better mood.

I went on an exchange with the district leader, Elder Higbee, and it was great! Although we had fun, I’m sure Elder Bunker had more fun, especially since he crashed his bike (he’s fine). He had fun! We’ve also been teaching a lady from India whose main language is Hindi. It’s been super cool to use new teaching techniques and tools to teach her. She’s so freaking smart.

Anyways, I’ve been feeling an added measure of discernment. It’s so easy to listen to negative thoughts and believe them. Satan’s a good liar—he’s been doing it for a while. Sometimes, when we say our thoughts out loud or write them down, we realize that they’re simply not true. It’s that simple. Good things don’t come from Satan. Heavenly Father loves us so much—it’s crazy. He doesn’t want us to feel horrible or miserable. We have a God that not only loves us but understands us. He gets that life is hard. Just like me, this is y’all’s first time taking a go at being human. A lot of times, we’re doing a lot better than we think. Trust that God has us in His hands. He doesn’t have butterfingers. Hm, this little speech sounded more inspirational in my head. I’m not erasing it, though.

Anyways, I’m doing well here. I love you all so much—always glad to think of y’all.

Also, we had a debate this week about what’s the better food: potatoes or eggs.

I think eggs are better, but my mom would probably say potatoes. I don’t know—deviled eggs are so good.