Houston Temple

I took this picture from Hermana Parry's email.  The Hermanas had the opportunity to attend the  Temple this week.  What a blessing that their mission includes the Houston Temple!

 

Hermanas Koch, Burnham and Parry

August, 2013

The One with Houston

August 19, 2013

 

There were a couple different things I wanted to title this email, which was a nice change since the past few weeks I could come up with nothing.

I’ve been out for 5 months this past week. Time has literally flown. Remember how my mission was practically 1/3 over? Yeahhh, me either . . . at least I try not to. I’m also not a new missionary anymore. Alllllso -- definitely supposed to be fluent by next month?  Well.....

This week I held 5 day-old puppies whose eyes hadn't even opened yet.  Needless to say, it was quite possibly the happiest day of my life.

Okay, now to address the title of my email. Houston. No, not Houston as in the place, but Houston as in the boy. I don't even know if I have words to describe Houston, but I can say that my heart has changed because of him.  I used to say, "This person has a special place in my heart.”  But, with Houston it is more like, "Houston has given me a new heart just for him."  He is 5 years old and has the light of Christ so strongly.  He lives with his Grandmother because his mother [has difficulties].  He is as smart as a whip. He just wants to learn about everything and anything.  His Grandmother [while] a nice woman, is old and has no patience.  In addition to that she is a heavy smoker--bless Houston's heart.

 

We went over yesterday and Hermanas Parry and Koch were keeping D (the Grandmother) occupied while I sat and talked/read/colored with my little Houston. As we were coloring, just he and I, I wrote "I <3 U" on one of the pictures.  He turns to me and goes, "What does that mean?"  I said, "Well, that means I love you."  He then turns and throws his little arms around my neck and as he nuzzles into my neck goes, "I love you, too . . . please don't leave me."  I can say that I have never been more heartbroken than at that moment.  Sometimes as I think about my call as I missionary, I am growing less and less convinced that I was called to Houston, TX, and more and more convinced I was called to Houston.

 

 

Pictures -- August 12, 2013

 

These pictures were sent by Hermana Burnham via Hermana Koch (center).  I will include Hermana Koch's captions.

  

 

"Classic, I found a hair of Hna B's on me, haha.

I'm so happy Elder Cobabe got this picture, hahaha"

 

 

Hna Burnham:  "Look at me and my cute companions.  :)
Doesn't it look like we are trying to take senior pictures?"

 

Hna Koch:  "Awkward don't know what to say caption, hahaha. 

We found a cute wall at the pulga?"



"Pulga Singing"

The One With the Habanero

August 12, 2013

So I ate a habanero. It was the most painful experience I have yet to pass though in this mortal sojourn on earth. You know those pictures with steam coming out people’s ears? That actually happens. Well, steam didn't come out my ears, but OW my ears hurt so bad--that was the worst part. I wouldn't suggest eating a straight habanero pepper; most natives don't even do that. It is painful. Not worth it. Why can I not pass up dares when it comes to eating things? First the orange peel incident at the MTC, now this. At least that family really likes me now....or maybe that is just me wishfully thinking that me almost dying in their house somehow bonded us.

Speaking of food, I ate the most delicious thing that has ever graced my mouth before: Hna Escobar's tortillas. I am not exaggerating one jot nor tittle when I say that they are the greatest thing I have ever eaten and quite possibly will ever eat. I want her to cater my wedding with JUST tortillas. You might be thinking "Umm, Alivia, people would get so tired on eating tortillas."  But, I am here to tell you that my wedding would be the hit of the century and we would not be able to get people to leave. We would probably have a news crew show up. THEY ARE SO GOOD YOU GUYS. I might serve them as my wedding cake because there is no cake that could be better than just eating one of these tortillas. I am nominating her for some kind of famous cooking award as soon as I get home. Shoot.

On a more Spiritual note, this week was a good one. It was one of those weeks where nothing like "WOAHHHH" happened, but nothing bad happened, just a lot of good. For example, this week we sang at the pulga. :) Pulga is Spanish for flea . . . or flea market. It is 99.9% Hispanic and EVERYONE spends Sat and Sun there.  It is the place to be.  It is the biggest flea market I have ever seen. So some of our district decided to go and sing. We found an empty booth, stood and sang hymns. People passed, watched, were given tarjetas, and we got a ton of referrals. It was awesome. We even found a long lost member of the Church who was in the booth across from where we were singing. She was baptized in Mexico, but had never found the Church here. She has lived here for 20 years. We think we are going to start singing every week -- try to draw a crowd.  Elder Knudsen (an Elder who came into our district this transfer) is basically a Broadway star, so it is very possible that we could draw a crowd.

Also, we had something awesome happen yesterday! So, we were about to leave for church and we thought, "We just really need to go to Alex's house and MAKE him come to church, tell him to follow us there, get him to wake up, just get him to church!" So, we drove to his house at 10:00 am (church starts at 11) and knock on his door. His brother, Omar, and Omar's friend (whose name I cannot recall, and for the sake of this email will be called Billy) answer the door. They told us Alex was asleep, but said that they wanted to come to church! Omar said, "It's weird that you guys are here, because I was actually thinking that I really wanted to go to church." So, they promised they would come to church and then we left. We got to church. Church started. Opening Hymn. Sacrament. First talk. Where the heck are Omar and Billy? We were getting a little down when all of the sudden, in walk Omar and Billy! Whoohoo! Billy speaks zero Spanish and Omar hasn't spoken Spanish in so long that he basically doesn't either.  Needless to say, they didn't understand anything that happened in Sacrament meeting! But, we happened to be teaching the youth 2nd hour and even though Omar and Billy are 20, they decided to come to our class. Well, awkward, because the subject we had felt inspired to talk to the class about was Chastity. But, the lesson went really well! Omar ate it up. He thought it was great and after he read a verse from the Book of Mormon, from the class, he goes, "Well....if it is in here it must be true!" That is an attitude I invite you all to adopt. "If it is in here, it must be true!"

The work of the Lord moves ever onward. No unhallowed hand can stop this work from progressing. Man is it good or what?

Love you all!

Pictures! August 5, 2013

Their Bishop went to Disneyland and returned with mouse ears for all of the missionaries!

 



 With Jacquelin

 

Self-explanatory . . .



The One that I Don't Have a Title For

August 5, 2013

Dear Family and Friends,

So, I will start off this letter with one of the highlights of my week. It happened on a sunny boiling hot Tuesday at the home of Cesar Cordova. Cesar is a menos activo who we could not get in with to save our lives. But, we decided to knock on his house for the 356th time. His mom answered and invited us in we talked to her for a few minutes. (She is more interested in one of us marrying her son than she is in the gospel.  He is 36 . . . if anyone is interested to know that.) Then, Hna Parry had to go move the car and Hna Koch had to mediate and be half in the house/half watching her (having three companions makes things a lot easier), and so I was left alone to talk with Antonia. We were just chatting about food because she was cooking and I had told her how much I loved to cook.  So, we are just chatting about life and she turns to me and says . . . wait for it . . ."Do you speak English?"  SHE ASKED ME IF I SPOKE ENGLISH YOU GUYS. It was the happiest moment of my entire life.  Granted we had only been talking for like 5 minutes, and I'm sure in a short amount of time it was VERY apparent that I do not speak Spanish, but rather speak English, but she ASKED ME IF I SPOKE ENGLISH! What a happy moment – and a tender mercy from the Lord to cheer me up about learning Spanish, for sure.

 

This week has been a good one. It wasn't filled with anything overtly miraculous, nor anything terribly sad. We worked hard, pounded pavement and tried our hardest to follow the will of the Lord. I know that I have been saying this for like 2 transfers now, but Gulf Bank is about to take off.  As a missionary, it is like you see everything and everyone around with eternal potential and you just look at the world with spiritual eyes.  You can just see and feel the potential this place has. It is like we are sitting at the starting gates with the fastest race horse just waiting for the gate to open.  Missionary work is so exciting!  And I love it, every single second of it, even the parts that are hard.  I love it because I know I will never get to have these experiences again. Every time something hard happens I think, "Whoa, I just had a super hard missionary experience; I can’t believe I’m a missionary! This is great!"  Life is easier when you are just happy. So my advice this week . . . just be happy.

I love you all! :)

Zone Conference

August 1, 2013 -- Just a picture that I nabbed off of the mission blog!