I just love you! I had a wonderful week and I have lots and lots to write you and dad!!
That's so exciting that you wrote me a letter! I'm so sorry, the letter I'm writing is slowly but surely being written, but hey, good news, I'm sending a Christmas package to you next week in hopes that it will get there in time! I'm so excited to send something, even if it isn't super big! Know that it was sent with lots and lots of love!
To answer your random questions:
*haha "egal" means "whatever". I speak pretty firm danglish now!
*I WILL WEAR MY RETAINER UNTIL I DIE. I lost my retainer for a couple of months in college, its really the worst without it. Haven't missed a single day of wearing it since then!
*Yeahhhh unfortunately we get flu shots at next weeks Zone Conference :(((((
*I did not bring my burgundy knit dress out, but I did get your package!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! It made my whole entire day, week, month, everything!!! Those pumpkin spice bites were SO good, I could probably live off of those. The clothes were cute too! I'm so grateful you sent them. The skirts sadly look a little funny on me, but I will try to see how I can work with them. The shawl/scarf thing took me like 20 minutes to figure out haha but totally saved my life in the rain a couple days ago!!
*Wild rice soup was EASY. I'm such a pro, I'm totally going to have you running for your money in a couple years, watch out! It was really good, Sister Grisham even said so and she is picky! ;-) [We'll see about that! Love, MOM]
*Fitness is still going! It's sad, defff losing a lot of muscle and really miss the gym, but I guess what matters to me is that I still care. I run every morning in the parking lot even though its cold and Grisham just like, lays on the ground (she still can't exercise because of her ankle, its hard on her too). But hey, Im doing it!! Go for a nice walk if its nice, I've found I just have to start working out and then the motivation comes! I've also really found love in just running, no music. It's really peaceful and I hope some day I'll get to run a few extra miles in the mornings.
*I MISS HIGH HEELS. Our district got lunch before interviews in Leipzig on Friday, and we walked past a shoe store. Like, a really pretty one. Ugh they were all gorgeous. I bet they were all my size... Sister Grisham and I had to help each other keep walking...
I feel like this week was just overall a pivotal week in my mission, and I'm not even really sure why. I owe it to my lovely companion. We are really good for each other. I just get down sometimes because I feel like I should be giving even more to the work, but sometimes I just don't know how to. Sometimes I don't really feel like a good missionary. During one of our nightly talks, Grisham especially helped me feel better. I said that I feel like I won't see the effects of what I've tried to do in the ward until a while after I leave and Grisham just said, are you kidding? This ward is so different! Janina (my home girl, I really love her) is going on a mission, and has good support from us. She said she's confident that the whole wards knows how much I love and care about them. I really truly care about their lives, and hope the best for them! Maybe Heavenly Father has blessed these people through me, and I love Him so much for being able to work through a small sister missionary like me. Every single day I just get more motivation to TRY. I always used to say things like I don't know how to be a missionary or whatever, but I decided I'm not going to say that anymore. Instead, I'm going to diligently follow the Spirit and always listen to little promptings I receive. I truly want to become the most that Heavenly Father can help me become, and I think this has just been the good humbling week to do it! I totally see what people say about their missions, I feel deeply and truly passionate about missionary work. It's only fun if you work hard.
Another interesting late night talk with Grisham (its been a good building week for me!). I just simply asked her what her love language was and she said service. I told her that, right now, mine is words of affirmation. After a big long conversation, we both came to the realization that we have been trying to show each other we love each other through our OWN love languages, not the others! It was a good learning point to realize that I could say all the nice things in the world about G, but actually making her bed or getting some of her things ready for her in the morning would mean more to her! And she was doing those things for me, and I was more worried about how she thought I was doing with certain things and getting feedback on things I'm trying to do and accomplish. It was just really interesting to find out that love languages actually mean something!?! Once you figure theirs out, its a whole lot easier to let someone know you love them!! P.S. mine with you, Mom, is great big ol' bear hugs... I guess I can try to survive until I get another one.
Overall, we found a lot of successes and small miracles throughout the week. We preached the gospel! We went to a couple different cities to change up what we always do.
Question time!
Apparently, you are addicted to the food your mom craved while you were in the womb... Weird question, but what did you like to eat when you were pregnant with me?
Tell me a funny story again of when you used to babysit Sara and Mike as kids. I faintly remember them hiding food behind the cabinets.
Is everyone coming home for Christmas?
When are you going out to Utah? I need to coordinate something with you that you can give to Brittney before her wedding... Or maybe I'll get Paul to do it, I'm not certain yet.
How is your quilt coming along?
Anything new that you have learned from your scripture study this week? What is your favorite conference talk (maybe you answered that but I don't remember)
Sorry my email is all over the place, but we had district pday today and really didn't get a ton of time to email because they were really busy beating me in games.... :(
I love you a million days as a missionary! I really wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Love, Sister Macey Ingalls
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