Week 4 – MTC


Haha that email did make me feel at home. and Bombay House was AWESOME!! I didn’t think I would have good Asian food for another 18 months. I was going to sneak it into the cafeteria (the only actually disobedient thing I’ve done so far) but right before I got there I was sure they were going to catch me. Elder Nasilei just grabbed my bag and was like, “It’s simple. Let me do it, they won’t bother me. I’ve got some experience in this area.” Haha the ex-thief coming in handy. We really are a obedient group for the most part, I’m painting a bad picture maybe. It made my week though. My district loved the cookies too; the Andes mint ones blew their minds. The fudge ones were half crumbled but they were still really good. The Elders ate all the crumbs. And I also love the clothes; I’m already tired of the ones I have. I’ll care a little less about what I wear when I get to El Salvador though. But those were perfect. I forgot to tell you, I love my shoes. I get complements on them all the time and they are super comfy.

I loved all your cards and got a kick out of them all, especially Fitzwilliam Darcy’s. My district also thinks you guys are all hilarious.

I know exactly what Sam’s “grin” is 🙂 He is so sweet. Seth can be perceptive, but it isn’t that hard to figure out. Tell Reagan I am having fun and tell her I love her too!

Sis Yool sent me $20 and a really nice letter with pictures from her mission and when she got her endowments out with her parents in Hawaii. Tell her thanks from me.

Some highlights from the week:
– We saw an Elder who was running full speed across campus run into a pole. I hope his head was okay.
– As a district, we were taking turns telling things we like about each person. One of the things many of them said about me was my facial expressions. I had no idea. Apparently I have a “Spanish speaking” face, then a “preaching” face. They say it’s a good thing because it looks like I’m focused and like I really mean what I say. Maybe I’ll have to videotape myself sometime.
– Another one of our investigators, Andrea, agreed to get baptized! She has to first get married to her boyfriend but I’m so exciting for their little family!
– Hna. Farnsworth and Hna. Anderson had their moms send them avocados in the mail. Didn’t think it would work but it did! So we had a huge party with guacamole, salsa, queso, and chips one night.
– I ran into a girl from El Salvador and came up with the courage to talk to her in Spanish. I understood her and she said she understood me! I asked her if she was speaking like she would in El Salvador and she said, “Pretty close”. I’ve been afraid that all this MTC training would go out the window when I get to El Salvador because of their speed or their accent but I found that I could actually communicate with her! I was pretty excited. The gift of tongues is real. I remember how long it took me to get comfortable in French, but now I am more comfortable with Spanish after less than half the time!
– I’m the only Hermana in my district who hasn’t had a breakdown yet. Not that this is a highlight, just this week I got to be there to comfort and support my companion and other Hermanas. It’s not easy here but I feel so well trained for the field. Maybe my breakdown won’t come until I actually get there, who knows.

To be completely honest, this week was relatively uneventful. I learned some Spanish. I learned some Gospel. I had some good and uplifting experiences. I’ll be honest though, the MTC is getting a little monotonous, but I also know that I am still continuing to learn and to grow here.

Every single day we sing a hymn, mostly in Spanish, and I have come to realize how cool and how uplifting they actually are. I would recommend to all of you to look at the hymn “Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” because 1) it is my favorite, and because 2) it has an incredible message and example that I think we should all try to follow.

This week was a little sad because one of our investigators was leaving Provo to take a new job. We had really grown close to her so it was sad to see her go.

I also found out this week that I sleep like a weirdo. Apparently all the other Hermanas have seen me with my legs up on the wall, me curled up in funny positions, etc. I wish that I could say this wasn’t true, but I have to believe them because the same day they told me this was the same day I accidentally woke myself up by turning over and slamming my head into the brick wall.

Another Cool thing of the week:
-Elder Nasilai taught me how to say “I love you, brother” in Tongan. Ofolahihatuu toco. (Probably spelled that wrong, but hey.)

Like I said, this week was relatively normal.

Les Quiero, Anyways, things are great and the Church is true 🙂


Week 3 – MTC

I did get both of your DearElders, just after I emailed you last week. I got one Tuesday night and the other on Wednesday I think. Thanks for sending my background check in, the travel office here wanted to know as soon as I knew. I love getting DearElders!!!! Its so fun, even if I can’t respond. The time of night when the letters come are weirdly exciting for all of us.

I did hear about the superbowl. Have you heard what Sierra and Cody’s baby is? She said she’d let me know if it was a boy or girl and I haven’t heard anything.

I don’t really need anything. I am already getting sick of the clothes I have, I’ve worn them all twice. The Hermanas in my district switch clothes often so luckily I have more options 🙂

Send my love to Maddy. I’m praying for her and I put her name into the temple lists last week. I’m kinda upset that all I saw of Seth’s and Sam’s wrestling was some of their only losses. Sounds like they had a good season though, proud of them 🙂 Same with Reagan. Bursa sacks are annoying, mine still isn’t all the way back to normal and it hurts to rub it out!

Aunt Kim sent me a DearElder as well, tell her I appreciated hearing from her.

We had something kinda sad happen in our district this week. One of our Elders had been struggling with his testimony ever since he got here. He was trying to gain one and he was receiving a lot of support from us, priesthood leaders, and priesthood blessings. This morning he left for home because he finally decided he couldn’t do it. It’s so hard to think that at the same time I was experiencing miracles and the power of the Spirit with me always, someone in the same room was not able to feel a change of heart even when he wanted it. I’m not sure why he couldn’t, whether it was something he was missing or if the Lord has other plans. I was thinking about the faith of Nephi and how I wanted the kind of faith that could be so powerful as to stop people from touching me. I know that with my setting apart and with faith, I can work miracles. Little ‘ole me. When I’m out in the field I can have that same feeling of power when I need it. It was so awesome.

The Spanish will come, but I know it won’t really come until I’m in El Salvador and I can’t wait!!!

Love you all,

Hermana Morse

Week 2 – MTC


The days seem like weeks and the weeks seem like days. They have us studying about 10 hours a day when we aren’t either exercising or eating or going to a devotional. It’s better than it sounds, though, because I have great teachers and mentors, a great district, and I’m learning a ton. And I could always get better at Spanish (it’s a struggle!). I had a really cool spiritual experience recently. Last week we went to the temple and the whole time my mind was thinking, “Please help me learn Spanish or give me the gift of tongues! It’s so frustrating not being able to rightly express what I feel or think about what I’m teaching.” A literal voice came to mind and said, “Stop worrying about it. You have already been promised the gift of tongues and all of my support. Spanish will come and I can work with you no matter the language.” It was a great feeling. It was perfect because it reminded me of what I was promised when I was set apart and I felt silly for being preoccupied with worrying instead of just putting my shoulder to the wheel.

My district is a lot of fun and we’ve become really close. I do sometimes feel like I’m the only one who hasn’t gone through something miraculous in order to be here, but I’m sure I’ll be humbled in some way in the future. During a small study break we had mock elections and I was voted most likely to marry a guy from my mission. Pfffft. Actually, they all think me and Elder Nasilei should get married, only because we both play rugby and are going to the same mission. It apparently doesn’t take much.

Whenever I tell instructors (all RMs) I’m going to El Salvador, they get excited because all the Salvadorians on their missions were the best people. Whether they were state-side or not, they always say Salvadorians were their favorite. Hopefully they aren’t just leaving out the bad things 🙂 I’m excited to get there though. It might not be until April (When is my background check gonna appear!?!) but I get more and more antsy every time I have to walk to the temple in snow and ice with my rain jacket.

Since being here I’ve realized how powerful the Joseph Smith story and the Book of Mormon are in conversion. I memorized the first vision in Spanish and it’s made a ton of difference. On our first or second visit we just explain the restoration, tell the story, and tell them to read and pray about the Book of Mormon. As crazy as that story would seem to non-religious or even many religious people, it’s all that it takes. We don’t even have to speak Spanish that well. To them it probably just sounds like a bunch of nouns and incorrectly conjugated verbs together, but then they read the word of God and they accept our whole message! (Obviously we aren’t really the ones doing the teaching or converting). It’s pretty cool to witness. By the way if you were wondering, they actually get real investigators for us to teach. We have three investigators at a time, two of them being fake but one of them is real (ours is Jose). Talk about nerve-raking!! Jose is pretty nice about our awful Spanish though and he helps us out. He doesn’t know a lot of English but he says a few English words every now and then if he knows them.

Love ya’ll!

Hermana Morse

P.S. Reagan: I found your note! Thank you, I’ll treasure it!