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I’m Sweating

The title of Emily’s email this week is actually, “I’m sweating out of all the orifaces of my body,” but it was a long title and I’m not sure if orifaces is a word. Spellcheck doesn’t think so. We had a great video chat this week, but super short because all of the Suriname sisters were meeting up at the cyber to head off on some adventure together. When I say, “all of the sisters,” you should know what a big deal that is. Last Thursday, the count of sister missionaries in Suriname went from two to five. That’s huge and the work is now moving forward. I’m so glad these lovely ladies (and Elders) got their visas. Here’s the email:

I am a mother! My companion Zr. Penman, who visa waited in Utah for a transfer, is finally here where she belongs. And GUYS. I LOVE HER. She and I were definitely meant to be together. She is hilarious, a hard worker, has amazing Dutch, and likes to have fun. President also changed my area to Rainville, so I'm back where I started my mission for good! This week we:

-contacted our bums off. We talked to everyone and their dog. It was so fun. Zr. Pen got burned cause I'm a bad mom and forgot to tell her to wear sunscreen....oops. 
-caught a lizard and made him a little house in our apartment. We named him Koning Triton Diamond (inspired after The Little Mermaid because he has two tails). We are quite fond of him.
-had an amazing lesson with Clive about prophets and the priesthood/commandments. At the end he goes, "Wow, thank you guys so much. I was feeling on edge before you came, but now I feel so good. I feel lighter." We were like, "it's the holy ghost, our fav jamaican bro!" I loved seeing Zr. Penman meeting/teaching Clive because he's just so elect. We always bike away from his lessons like singing to eachother haha.
-got bashed by this really bitter guy who called us racists and then tried to use the Book of Mormon to prove it. He made Zr. Penman cry, which I did not appreciate at all, but we just smiled, told him we knew God loves everyone and walked away. He was actually in our second lesson with Clive and Clive was defending us and telling him how much peace this message has given him. If you can't tell, I freakin love Clive. 
-a guy came up to me while we were talking to his friend and said "I love you" (in English). I turned to the guy we were contacting and go "He said he loves me!" and we both died laughing. The guy who professed his love also lost it. Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was hilarious. 
-they are playing disney music in the cyber we are right now and I'm trying not to stand up and dance
-Rayon read to 2 Nephi in a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And would have come to church if his boss didn't make him work...but next week he's coming!
-taught this really cool new dude named Kibwe who gave us chocolate cake. The cool thing was he was right after the lesson where the bashing guy made Zr. Penman cry and on the way to Kibwe, she was like "I just need some chocolate!" God answers prayers peeps. It was so sweet.
-we were on our way to a lesson that I wasn't completely sure how to get to. I turned onto this random street and saw this spanish dude. We stopped to talk and learn that he was praying for help because he was . He goes, "you guys are an answer to my prayer!"

So yeah, life is good. The gospel is true. God is loving. Mangos are delicious. Clive is elect. Missionary work is the best. Oh yeah, and Richard got his papers figured out so he's gonna get doped next month hopefully! 

Love you guys,
Zr. Mergenthaler










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