Crazy, stupid faith

Nama berita guys,

Here are some reasons why I love Sister Bourgeois:
1. She's left handed too!
2. Scar Tissue is also her favorite Red Hot Chili Peppers song
3. She's way patient with me
4. She's obsessed with Grey's Anatomy

and I call her my little xiphoid process because we remember random vocabulary from anatomy. Or we high-five each other when Sister Parcell's boogers are black because her mascara runs and I tell her it's because her make up went into her lacrimal duct and into her nose. Everyone I live with is gorgeous and brilliant, and I'm just over here getting chubby off of all this good food.

Food...

Today is my 8 month mark. I turned to Elder Strathearn (he's emailing somewhere behind me) and said, "Happy 8 months to us!"

He said, "Today? Wow...that--that's a long time."

This week was so good. I'm really, really, really tired of rice (please no one make it for me when I get back) and I'm pretty sure Sister Bourgeois and I ate pork that wasn't cooked all the way last night...but honestly I'm surprised I haven't gotten sick from the food here before. I've eaten gutter catfish before and that didn't even get me [that] sick.

Last P-Day was one of my favorite yet. After not being able to find an open field for the longest time, we decided to play in the street by this park (if you can even call it that) and these little Iban kids joined in. It was so much fun! The girls played with my hair afterwards and kept punching Elder Gualtier and calling him a booger. Precious little ones, haha. The parks and fields here are a little more worn down than they are in Singapore...and I'm really grateful for tetanus shots.

For some reason this week, I decided I wanted to redouble my efforts and we went and saw even more people than we thought we could. I can't decide if I'm exhausted because I'm sick, or exhausted because I'm a missionary and this is what missionaries are supposed to feel like, haha. Don't worry though, Sister Bourgeois doesn't let me out of the house if I'm sick, and it's nice that she's working hard right there next to me.

We've been praying to find more people to teach who have cars, especially men because we need more priesthood, kan? If we get enough people who can drive to church, our branch can split, and then we can have a branch closer to our area and all 300 of our less actives who would go to church but can't because they don't punya a car can come to church a lot more easily. At least that's our game plan for now, and it's cool to see how Heavenly Father helps us carry out our game plans.

Elder Bester, the inspired little Canadian that he is, said something that struck me in District Meeting last week:"If we labor, God will do the work."

He and Elder Reynolds are such a good example to me of hard working, smart missionaries. Except Elder Bester was sick this week too, but won't admit it so Elder Reynolds made him stay inside for a couple days. Elder Reynolds had a tough week a couple weeks ago, he finally had that realization (that all greenies have) that he's not gonna baptize all of Malaysia this month. But I told him never to lose his faith. "Always keep that faith you have from when you're a new missionary. Just have crazy, stupid faith all the time, and even when you're let down, keep having faith that things will work out."

I also told him what Elder Spence-man from Scotland wrote to me, "I not only believe that Heavenly Father will provide a way when I cannot, I expect Him to."

It was nice to see Elder Wayment this week, he was on splits with Elder Reynolds and we had a meeting with our branch president. His Malay and Iban are off the charts. And he's still so funny. I also got to see Elder Mitchell because they were passing off an investigator to us. I love that so many of my Miri friends are here in Kuching.

As we were riding back from the airport, we saw the most brilliant sunset, and planes were landing, and it smelled like smoke and jungle and I thought to myself, "This is nice."

I love being a missionary, I love being in Malaysia. I love my Ibans, and Bidayus, and Filipinos. I'm grateful for every day I have here.

Senang hati saya. See you soon.

-Sister Wynn

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