Mare,
The letters you send always brighten my day. Thanks for writing me. Biggest exciting news? I leave for Norway on Monday! I am so excited. I‘ll be able to call Monday morning, so expect a call! I know you have a meeting, but can you step out? I’ll be calling between 9-12 am. I’m so excited to go to Norway. I feel ready, so that’s good. (I even got a haircut today, and the lady actually took her time—so that’s nice). This might be a little shorter today; I have a lot to do on my last P-day here.
Easter was pretty great here. I got a scripture case that I love from Sheri, and she also sent me this sunflower that I planted and it is actually sprouting. I love it.
I hope email will be better. A lot of the time I get your letter the night of P-day and have to wait a week to write you back. I am grateful that we only write one day because it does help to stay focused, but it gets tiring to write one million letters. I’m sure I won’t be writing as many people once I get to Norway, but that’s okay.
You said you hoped we had a good Easter meal in the MTC—it was awful. I think they have no workers come on Sunday, so the food is the worst on Sunday. But, it was a good day because I tried to read as much as I could about the resurrection. It was very focused on the Savior and I was grateful for that. You know how hard faith can be for me, and at first when I woke up I thought…wow, I can’t believe I believe this man died and lived again. I can think of a million ways to explain this other than what the scriptures say. It feels pretty weird to have that thought and be a missionary, but I am still me. Anyway, I was thankful because as I was studying my scriptures I just felt like—but He isn’t/wasn’t a man, he was the son of God. Really and truly. I don’t know everything about the gospel, but I do trust that Heavenly Father loves me and wants me to be happy. If I ever don’t know something, I go back to that.
Be sure to post my address to Norway on Facebook so people can write me. I really feel so thankful because I have the best family and girlfriends in the whole entire world. I’m so glad you don’t really worry about me. The gospel does bring me so much happiness.
CONFESSION: In 5 days I leave the world’s smallest city for the world’s most beautiful country. I’m a bit excited. END CONFESSION.
CONFESSION: Sometimes during the devotional I can only look at the American Sign Language missionaries. ASL is the 2nd most beautiful language, the first 1st being Spanish, of course. END CONFESSION.
CONFESSION: Q-Tips remind me of Ado and eye boogers remind me of Kinzie. Pretty weird. END CONFESSION.
Oh yeah—Michelle’s letters are just awesome. She writes almost every week.
Mare, I just want you know how much I love you. I bet it is way hard to be a mom, but I know you do an excellent job—and I know that it will be worth it. We talk a lot about how hard a mission is, but do you know why it is? Because we are working to save souls a little bit like Christ did, and if he had to suffer the atonement, (which was super hard), we can expect to feel a small part of that same difficulty as we serve others. You are so serving to Ambree “the adorable tyrant.” It will be hard, but what you are doing is so important. Just be patient and take it one day at a time. I think it is kinda funny how stubborn she is. First child syndrome for sure. =) Anyway, even though I’m not there I think about you often and pray for you always. Plus, you have a loving Heavenly Father, who won’t take away our difficulties, but will help us bear them.
Find me a Mexican man who speaks Spanish so I can come home and get married. Ha ha. I just tell Heavenly Father that since I didn’t get called to go one of the 1 billion Spanish-speaking missions, he might want to consider that as a way of providing for my needs once I get home. Mostly kidding. Mostly.
I love you. Make some sort of blog post out of the email I sent and this letter. Include the confessions and whatever else. No time for more today. Tell them I had to spend the day packing—I don’t know—but please do post something.
Love,
Katie
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