I get to email you today... because we get a half p-day before we go to Sweden. Sunday's not a p-day, and tomorrow I'll be in Salt Lake all day!
And thank you SO SO SO SO much for taking care of that document for me.
I'm 97 percent certain that all of the Swedes have their visas, so expect a call sometime early on Monday morning. (I don't want to call to early, but I feel as though it'll be around six? I hope that's ok...) And... I'm only 97 percent certain because I'm pretty sure the travel office specializes in vague and cryptic answers. But it's going to work out.
Tomorrow I'm going to wake up at 1:00 in the morning to go down to the front office with Sister Frampton so she can call the Norwegian Consulate. She and 1 elder do not have their visas. She's having a hard time with it, and I understand that, it's hard when everyone else is going... and you're not.
Anyways, back to the point of this email. If there is a point to this email... Got to admit I'm not sure there is.
Anyways, I sent my checks today, so those should be getting there... soonish.
I'm going to have to send a package home, with my temple clothes, and anything else I don't think I need. (I don't think there is much since I tried to pack intelligently...)
So... I saw Dallin, he doesn't have a P-day until next Thursday so you won't hear from him until then, but I saw him which was nice, I still haven't gotten my stuff from him though, which I really need to do soon, since I need to pack all that and all. He looks as though he's doing well, his companion looks pretty nice. His name is Elder... Very Samoan last name that I don't remember. :D I gave them Sweet Tarts (That my companion gave to me...) and then I introduced them to everyone in my district. And a few people just in the general area that I'm sort of friends with. I was very excited to see him.
Strangely I don't think he was nearly as excited to see me... :D (I think that's a boy vs. girl thing)
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| Syster Kjanela Fawcett and Elder Dallin Fawcett and companions at the MTC |
Um... the picture with the tree, that tree apparently smells like orange/creme soda... so we took a picture with it.
The picture where I look sopping wet... Surprise! I was sopping wet! (That was the night we ran home from the Marriot Center in the rain... Great fun that was... Great fun.)
The picture with three girls, that is me, surprise, Sister Hosenfeld and Sister Bass
The group with lots and lots of people... that'd be the scandinavian zone before the Danish left.
The picture with eight girls, that's the Swedes, the Norde, and the Danes-Sisters only.
Yeah... the next picture is just my district being strange. Just so you have the information if you so desire it, the Elder in the front is Aldste Farnworth, The Elder behind me and going left from there is Aldste Hewitt, Aldste Beck, and then far left Aldste Krebs. (And yes, I am aware that in that picture my eyes are closed... That's just how excited I was by Pens in the shape of brooms)
And the last picture, the only girl that I have yet to mention specifically in any of the other pictures (wearing red) is Sister Frampton. She's a Norde Sister but she's a solo sister companioned with Sister Bass and Sister Hosenfeld.
Anyways... Anything else for me to say... I cannot think of anything. Oh wait, of course I can, on Wednesday I hosted several girls, one of them was absolutely in tears and I didn't know what to say other than the fact that the MTC is great and that she was going to love it. I gave her a hug before putting her on the bus to West Campus. The other girls were pretty happy go lucky about being there... or they were speaking French and we couldn't understand each other. That was great too...
So that's why I didn't greet all of you. (A.k.a. Mom, Dad, and Dallin) But I was doing what they needed me to do... so... Can't really complain. Hopefully I helped at least one of the girls I hosted feel a little bit better or more comfortable.
Guess what! I got a letter from Morgan!
That was all about that. I sent her a letter back, we drew each other pictures. I drew a tree, it was all I had either the time or the skill to draw.
Tomorrow... Is a beautiful day... I get to go... and to sing... with a choir... tomorrow... what a beautiful day... I get to sing... and sing... and sing... (Imagine all of that being sung, if a word has ellipses after it, it was being held out...)
I'm the shortest girl in our district. I'm sure you noticed that in the pictures. But if you hadn't I thought I'd point that out to you.
Oh, there is also another Danish sister that just came in, her name is Sister Hendersen, she's actually in the room with all of us (residence room). I don't have any pictures of her though to send to you. Verlobt.
So, that's about it for today.
I think.
Yes. It is.
I don't even have any questions! That's a first.
Oh, so, one of the songs that we're singing for the choir is More Holiness Give Me. It's a beautiful song, and I'm just going to take a few of the lyrics and share them with you. And I love all of the verses, and in a way each is my favorite, for different reasons of course, but I'm just going to share one verse and why it's my favorite... (I don't even know if you can make all three parts your favorite...) "More purity give me, more strength to o'ercome, more freedom from earth stains, more longing for home, more fit for the kingdom, more used would I be, more blessed and holy, more Savior like thee." That is the last verse. And, first, isn't that just beautiful.
I love this verse, the part I'm singing has quite a few accidentals as I sing, and when I sing it alone, I feel almost as though I'm struggling, as though I can't quite find the notes (and this is when I'm singing the right notes) and sometimes I sing it and want to cry, because there is a part and I'm singing and the notes seem just slightly off, as though I'm doing my best... but that's just not good enough. You know? (Personal interpretation here) And as I sing that I feel as though I'm truly crying to the Savior. "I'm trying, but I'm just not measuring up, please, please, help me get through this, help me be enough for you to make something worth while out of, please, help me be more like you, because I'm not going to be able to do that on my own, my strength is not enough, but I want to be able to come home to you, to fit in your kingdom, to be LIKE you. Oh, Lord, Help me."
It's a beautiful song, and I have a deeper appreciation for it now.
But again, beautiful.
Love you,
Syster Kjanela Fawcett
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.
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