First three days have been a blast

Apa khabar kualarga,

Well this is kind of weird because I just learned that I could email you a quick email tonight to tell you I'm at the MTC safe and sound, but I already wrote you a letter with everything I wanted to share...so as you know, I'm on the MTC West campus at Wyview Park. That's where our residences are but our classrooms are in the apartment complex next to Wyview, called Raintree. The new cafeteria just opened on Thursday, and according to the missionaries who have been here for six weeks, it's way better than the Raintree cafeteria. I'm also a Solo Sister, which means I have two companions, but they are Indonesian speaking. I'm the ONLY sister in my district. There are 8 elders and me who are Malay speaking in my district, and 8 other elders who are also Malay speaking in another district. We're all going to Singapore. Because I don't have a true companion, I am allowed to pair up with a companionship of elders in my district during class and during meals, as well as during devotionals, sacrament meeting, and a couple other things. I typically eat with my district because they're my homeboys. It's kind of nice because if I get sick of my sister companions (I don't because they're awesome), I can just switch to elders. And if I get sick of THAT companionship, I can switch to another companionship haha. Sometimes I think Heavenly Father thinks I'm a boy.

Anyway, I love the MTC so far. The missionaries here are so bright and eager to learn. And they're so young! I'm the oldest missionary in my zone. The church is in good hands. I love how all of our gospel-centered lessons focus on our investigators and their needs, and how their specific circumstances affect how we teach them. Everything we teach needs to center on Jesus Christ. I've learned so much more Malay than any other language, and it's only been three days. It sounds more Arabic than Asian. I know how to bear my testimony and pray, and I taught my first lesson in Malay already! Anyway, I need to go since I was only given about ten minutes, but I will write a more elaborate email on Thursday, which is my P-day. I love you so much! I said this in my letter already, but I'm too exhausted to miss you and my friends. I do miss you, but I know this is exactly where I need to be right now. Saya tahu bawaha gereja ini benar!

Love,

Sister Wynn

Sending Sister Wynn Off!

Hello everyone! This is Mike, and I'm Ellen's older brother (or in this case, we should address her as Sister Wynn!). I am taking over in updating her mission blog while she is away so you can stay up-to-date as her E-mails (and some letters) come in. This morning, we drove her to the airport for her flight to Salt Lake City so she could report to the Missionary Training Center down in Provo. We couldn't be more proud of her!

Here some final pictures of her with family members before parting ways:

 

On behalf of Sister Wynn, thank you for your support and prayers as well as your general interest in her time as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints!

You lock your heart and leave the key at home

Yesterday I felt pangs of sadness because it finally hit me that I won't see my loved ones for a whole year and a half. When I first decided to serve a mission, I thought time would fly by before I reported to the MTC because there would be nothing for me in Salem. Because it's Salem. All the buildings here are made of concrete and it just rains and rains. Gross, right?

This summer has been one of the most memorable summers of my life.

It was the summer that I finally gave in and went to the single's ward, and as a result made incredible friends. I discovered how beautiful Oregon was after 3 years of being here as little as possible.

After I opened my call, May and June dragged on and on. Then this last month passed in the blink of an eye, and it feels like I only have mere hours to spend time with those I want to and say how I feel. And pack. So much packing and last minute errands.

Anyway, I felt all of this at Round Table Pizza while I was eating lunch with my family. I made a sad face and said, "I'm gonna miss you guys so much," through a mouthful of cinnamon bread. I met up with them for lunch again at my favorite Indian restaurant,* but in contrast to yesterday, I was bubbly and excited to leave.

*I will eat lots of amazing Indian food on my mission, yet I still go here all the time. No regrets.

And then there are my friends. Who knows where they'll be in 18 months. I think about where I was 18 months ago and laugh. I was completely different. Also, I was living in Hawaii. What I'm trying to get at is all of my friends will probably be married/not in town and I will have to make new friends to annoy with my mission stories. But I love them and hope they find happiness wherever they go.

I think it's normal to feel a little sad and to miss the things/people you love, as long as it doesn't get in the way of your work.

To paraphrase President Kimball, you have to lock your heart. Lock it up nice and tight.

If I was too subtle (sarcasm), I just meant to say there are people here I'm going to miss.

Like Hugh Jackman.

This Mission Ring

My grandpa has a cool tradition of giving rings to his kids that went on missions to wear for the duration of their mission, and he continued it with his grandkids. They tend to be ruby rings. Since all of his rings are man-rings, he gave me a gorgeous necklace with a ruby in it. Because my price is far above rubies (name that scripture*).

Elder McCarthy rockin' that man-ring.

I've been on the hunt for a legit ring. It's proving to be difficult because I have freakishly tiny fingers.

Check out this legacy of missionaries from my family:

THIS MISSION RING

R = RULES:  Be obedient to mission rules at all times.  Follow the mission president.

I = INSPIRATION:  Prayer + Listening + Meditation + Obedience + Action = A humble missionary.

N = NEVER QUIT:  Work full time for 2 years for the Lord.  Work hard and smart.

G = GRATITUDE:  Be thankful for this opportunity to serve a mission.  Be grateful to

                                    Your Father in Heaven.  Be grateful to your Mom and Dad.  Be          

                                      Grateful for your companion.  Be gracious to all you serve.

MISSIONARIES OF THE ROSS AND THAYLE WYNN FAMILY

Paul Ross Wynn                       1947-1949       Eastern States

Thayle Wynn                            1948-1949       Eastern States   (companion with Ross)

Ross & Thayle Wynn                1987-1989       Ohio Akron

Ross & Thayle Wynn                1999-2000       Mesa Family History Center

Ross & Thayle Wynn                2000-2001       Mesa Family History Center

Paul Robert Wynn                    1968-1970       Gulf States & Washington

Scott R Wynn                           1969-1971       Korea Seoul

Todd B Wynn                          1975-1977       Japan Kobe-Kyoto

Alan K Wynn                           1977-1979       Korea Pusan

Loila Wynn                               1978-1980       Germany Hamburg

Brian L Wynn                           1981-1982       Ecuador Quito & California Jose  (Spanish)

David “Sam” Wynn                  1983-1985       California Los Angeles  (Spanish)

Elecia Clark                              1993-1994       California Riverside

Weston Wynn                          1997-1999       Brazil Porto Alegra

Kally Clark                               1994-1996       California San Fernando

Adam Wynn                             2002-2004       Texas Fort Worth

Mathew A Wynn                      2004-2006       Taiwan Taichong

Christopher R Wynn                 2008-2009       Pennsylvania Philadelphia

Mikel R Wynn                          2010-2012       Japan Nagoya

Nathan Wynn                           2011-2013       Mexico Monterrey East

Logan Wynn                             2011-2013       Arizona Tucson

Ryker Wynn                             2011-2013       Mexico Mexico City North West

Spencer McCarthy                   2012-2014       Scotland-Ireland

Ellen L Wynn                           2013-2015        Singapore/Malaysia

*Poverbs 31:10 homeboys.

The question is why, and the answer is personal

Note: I originally meant to write something like this for my first post, and then my second, but they turned into completely different things.

I'm a firm believer that there are the right reasons for serving a mission, and there are the wrong reasons. I'll just start off by saying I'm one hundred percent confident mine are right.

My first reason is simple: I was prompted to. And one of the biggest lessons I've learned recently is you don't delay or ignore promptings. You act on them.

For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, stay with me, I'm not crazy. A prompting is like a gut feeling, except it's in your heart. And it's not just you, it's God trying to tell you something. Something important. I promise you promptings are real. Try listening for one sometime. Then act on it.

The second reason I could go on forever about, and it's pretty personal to throw out there for everyone to see, but here goes nothing:

It's because Jesus Christ is my Savior, Redeemer, and best friend. I've used His Atonement to be forgiven of the times that I've screwed up, hurt myself, and hurt other people. No matter what I do, I'm still going to come up short. It's human nature. But He'll be there as my mediator to plead with God, because seriously, I've really screwed up in my 21 short years.

You know when something really horrible happens to you, or someone does something terrible to you, and there's that tightness in your chest? It hinders your breathing. And the whole world feels slanted and your vision's a little blurred. I've used Christ's Atonement to get rid of that awful feeling and heal from those emotional injuries. He's comforted me when I've been scared, alone, and beaten down. I've felt His embrace when I was at my lowest.

Because of the gift of the Atonement, I know God lives. What a great show of love to send His perfect, only begotten son to live among us, experience temptation and heartache, and then die for us so we can all be saved. God loves us. He loves us no matter what our weaknesses are.

He cares about me, and you, and everyone else. Literally everyone. He cares about our problems, from petty frustrations to the trials that we feel like we can never recover from. But we do.

I know these things. After the long, arduous process of studying, reading scriptures, crying, praying, and repenting, I found these things out for myself, and man, has life been good to me since then. Not easy, but so good.

And because I know God lives, and that Christ died for me, I have to tell as many people as I can. It's this undeniable thirst that's never going away. I have to tell people that we have Jesus Christ's restored gospel, right now, which has brought me joy and it will bring them joy like they've never seen.

I walk taller, smile bigger, and laugh harder because of this gospel. It makes me optimistic. It gives me peace. How can you not share something like that?

I can't even wait until I get to Singapore to share this message. I keep bugging the missionaries here to let me go to their lessons so I can tell people, soul-to-soul, how much my life has changed because of my faith in Jesus Christ. I won't shut up to my friends or strangers about my mission, and I'm disappointed when I don't have enough time to tell them why I'm going.

So here it is, in writing, in case I haven't talked to you yet.

Blog Banners and Photo Cred

Alright, some of you wanted to know how I made my little blog banner and I needed a place to cite where I got my pictures from, so here goes:

I made it in Picasa, which you can download here. It's super easy.

1. Gather the images you want in your banner, and import them into Picasa.
2. Once you can view the photos in Picasa, click the ones you want (hold "ctrl" to highlight multiple pictures).
3. Click "Create" at the top and then click "Picture Collage." Here you can reorganize your pictures, and change the aspect ratio. For me, I changed the aspect ratio to 800x200 to put all of the images in one row. I also put a little grid spacing between my pictures.
4. Click "Create Collage" when you like what you see. Click "Export" at the bottom and export your collage to your desktop or somewhere you can easily find it.
5. Re-import it into Picasa and double click on the image of your banner to edit it. Here, you can add text and other effects. Export it again and you're done!

Remember, simpler is better.

Also, cite where you got your pictures from, like I'm doing here.

I tried to capture how diverse Singapore/Malaysia are with my banner. I contrasted big cities with rural scenes and included the Batu Caves, which has a Hindu shrine, and the Crystal Mosque, where Muslims can worship.

Check out this site: http://sun-surfer.com/tag/malaysia
I teared up a little when I found it because I couldn't believe that I was going somewhere so beautiful for my mission. I pulled a lot of pictures from here for my banner.

Photo cred:

Batu Caves, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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Singapore (Can someone give me more information
on this tower? I've seen tons of pictures of it but no information).
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How cute are these kids? I need to get me a Malaysian flag.
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Rainforest on the island of Borneo, Malaysia
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Semporna, which is way, way east in Borneo, Malaysia
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Singapore
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Crystal Mosque, Kuala Terengganu, Malaysia
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Aren't these pictures breathtaking?

47 more days.

Visa Stuff

A funny thing happens when you decide to go on a mission, and that is that it seems like the entire universe is trying to keep you from going on your mission. One of the challenges we missionaries commonly run into is the issue of visas.

Visas are a pain in the butt. I know this because my parents are pros at visa stuff. My mom obviously has a green card, and occasionally my parents have to go to Portland and get interrogated about what kind of toothpaste the other one uses and stuff to prove their marriage isn't like...fake. I don't even know what kind of toothpaste I use so good job mom. When my dad was working in Tokyo/living the bachelor life, every once in a while he'd have to hop on over to Korea or Taiwan to renew his visa. He actually loved it. But visas are still a pain.

The Church Travel Office sends us future missionaries a handy little envelope explaining what we need to do to get visas specific to our mission country.

For Singapore/Malaysia, they wanted some pretty interesting things, like a copy of my mission call, high school diploma, and three certificates issued by my church. Also, passport stuff. Based on that, let's go ahead and infer Singapore has a very strict* religious/missionary type of visa that you can get. 

*It turns out every 3 months I need to fly back to Singapore if I'm in Malaysia to renew my visa. If I'm in Singapore, I need to go to Indonesia. I've heard sometimes customs doesn't let missionaries back in without  a hassle, so I'm counting on my [non-existent] language skills and the fact that I could pass for a south east Asian to take care of that issue for me. Then I can get my orang putih of a companion back into the country. You're welcome.

Back to the whole universe-is-against-you thing, the night I was getting my visa stuff together, I found out I had to go to Idaho for a while because, family stuff. So I put off my visa stuff thinking I could easily access my papers in a filing cabinet somewhere. Seriously, my parents are super organized with that stuff. I got back from Idaho with my visa issues on the back of my mind, and when it came to gather my papers from our handy little filing cabinet, they were nowhere to be found. 

That's alright, I thought. I graduated high school and seminary a long time ago. I was pretty sure I crammed those papers into a box somewhere. After tearing apart my entire house, I finally found everything I needed.

Just kidding. 

I couldn't find one single document.

After much frustration, impatience, and ripping open literally every box of stuff I've ever packed away* I finally came across my diploma and seminary certificate.

*your life is very nomadic when you get into your 20's.

After a couple uneasy weeks (the deadline for my visa stuff was getting too close), I eventually got my baptismal certificate re-issued along with my YW certificate. Of course, that week my bishop and executive secretary were vacationing. I went to my bishop's house 5 minutes after he got home from Alaska to sign them.

The lesson here is don't delay visa stuff.
Don't delay visa stuff.
Don't. Delay. Visa stuff.
You can procrastinate everything else in your life except for visa stuff.

Also, be annoying and persistent to get mission/visa stuff done.

This leads me to the question of what if you didn't graduate seminary? Or finish Personal Progress? Visas are  a delicate matter.