Monday, February 15, 2016

February 15, 2016

Here we go again. You know it's funny because as I look forward it still feels long. 2 WHOLE MONTHS?? But then as I look back the time seems to go really, really quick. Can you believe I have been in Kingston for 3 weeks?


So this past week I was pretty miserable, but some good things... well, actually some of them are not so good.... you will see. The beginning of the week was very normal. Well, except for the rain. I feel like Edward Cullens 2nd choice of location would have been Kingston Jamaica. Do you get it? It's always raining and he cant be in the sun? Okay I know that was lame. Plus it's hard to give jokes over email. But yes it has been raining almost every day. I have such a love/hate relationship with the rain. I am grateful for the cool weather and a little break from the sun, but if there is one thing I cannot stand it is wet shoes. I feel like I have been walking around all week with wet shoes.

Wednesday evening we get a call that we have interviews with President Brown the next morning. Our area is pretty far from the church so we take either a taxi or a bus to get there. Thursday morning we were walking the road to get a taxi and this rasta man starts talking to me. So he goes off with the usual lines. He wants to be my friend, he loves my color, blah, blah blah, wray, wray, wray. So he walks with us all the way up to the taxi park. Sister Maenetja and I get into a taxi and he is still talking to me at the door of the taxi. When the driver says he is going to leave, the rasta decides to get into the car sitting right next to me. For a good 10 minutes the rasta is just whispering in my ear. To be honest I have no idea what he said because I wasn't even listening. Eventually the rasta tells the driver to let him off. As he is getting off he brings his arm around as if he were going to give me a hug and he says "give me a kiss". I pull away and say, "no way." He gets out of the car but right before he leaves he leans back into the car and kisses my arm and tells me he loves me. I sat in shock for a few seconds and then the 4 of us left in the taxi just started laughing. It was a close one though. I am glad he didn't kiss my face.

Then we had interviews with President Brown. I had an interview with him about 3 months ago and in that interview he told me I needed to start my 5 year plan. All the missionaries going home are supposed to map out their lives for the first 5 years following their missions. So on Wednesday he followed up with me on how my plan was going. Even with the world's most boring p-days known to man, I still have not started my plan. When I told him no he let me off easy and asked me to do a one year plan. I told him I could probably handle that. Then he started asking for details and honestly my future is so unclear right now. He asked me what my passions are. Do any of you know what my passions are?? Well, let me enlighten you:
Painting fingernails
Hiking (really just being outside)
Making t-shirts
Do you see how my passions are a bit unrealistic? He gave me some encouragement though and told me I should write a book. I wrote that down in my planner so if there ever comes a time that I have some extra time on my hands I will remember that my mission president told me to write a book. LOL lol
It's funny though because I think my entire life I felt like I would figure things out on my mission and here I am with just a few months left and I am still completely in the dark.

Then Sunday came. I love Sunday. I have never appreciated Sundays as much as I do on my  mission. So anyways, before the meeting began I sat down next to this lady.  After a few minutes she got up and left the sacrament hall. I was left sitting on a bench all alone. A few minutes later a young man from the ward took a seat next to me, but just like the lady a few minutes later he got up and left the room.Once again I was left sitting on a bench all by myself. The meeting started and maybe about 10 minutes into the meeting a man comes in and sits right next to me. You are never ever going to guess who it was (I bet you are thinking it was the rasta that kissed me... but it wasn't) It was STEPHANO from May Pen!! I was so happy and surprised to see him. Seriously words cannot even describe how happy I was. We sat and talked and he even sat in on a lesson that we had with one of our investigators after church. After the lesson I read him a scripture in Alma 17 about Alma and the sons of Mosiah. It is when they meet back together after quite some time. The scripture says "Alma did rejoice exceedingly to see his brethren and what added more to his joy, they were still his brethren in the Lord; yea and they had waxed strong in the knowledge of the truth." I felt like Alma. Sister Dill said she knew he was coming, but I am glad she let him surprise me. I totally needed the visit.

Well I love you all so much and hope you have a wonderful week.
I love you!
Sister Tuttle.

My bff Stephano.

Just another one.

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