|Last picture of Soeur Hulme with Soeur Pagano|
Oh my gosh, so much stuff to talk about this week. I guess we can start with transfer calls so that you know where I am. I'm very excited to announce that I will be staying in my very perfect little ville of Besancon for Christmas. Soeur Pagano is being shipped down south to spend the winter in the warm weather of Tarbes. And, I'll let you guess who my new companion is... Right, I don't know either. I'll be picking up my new bleue on Wednesday. I'm currently waiting in Chalon-sur-Saone (a little ville almost as cute as mine...there is Josh Groban Christmas music playing in the streets right now) before going down to Lyon tomorrow, I'm kind of wondering if I'll ever receive a "normal" companion. Oh well, I'm super excited--training is all that I know. Which is great because I love it. Maybe this time I'll get it right (haha, who does that sound like?).
We'll save the most important things for last and now move on to the funny moment--probably the most embarrassing experience in my life that I can recall. So, here you go... This transfer, there was a small group of elders called to put together a musical performance that they would perform all over the mission. Basically, they just travel everywhere and bring the Spirit with their incredible musical talents. This last week, they came to Dijon, which means us and the surrounding wards were all invited. Cool, right? Yes, that's not the bad part. Bad part-- "Soeur Hulme, would you help us with a musical number?" Okay, let's see about this... I don't sing. Not even like a little. I did choir in elementary school and got turned down all of the solos I tried-out for (imagine that) and have been a strictly "car radio singer" ever since. Nearly all of my companions, without fail, have commented on how "fun" it is to sing hymns with me because I can't read the music or count. You get the picture. After rather convincingly, I thought, explaining this dilemma and asking every other sister if they would be willing to do it, they were insistent that I perform in the number. Okay, fine. I'm a missionary, I can't say "no" to something like that. But, they were given more than fair warning. But, it was fine, right? There were other people who were singing my part so that I could just blend with them. Nope. It was definitely a duet with the lead singer of the group, an elder with the most beautiful voice, and it was full of solos. Haha, funny. That was embarrassing. It was so bad. Every time I think about it, I just laugh in a "I kind of just want to curl up under a rock and die" kind of way. There you go, missions stretch you. Warning--this is not a hidden talent I will be coming back with.
Best miracle of the week, Migo was baptized! It was absolutely perfect. It's kind of crazy because I thought that there would be a lot of things to tell you about this, but I can't really describe it. The service was incredible and so sweet. She was beaming the whole night and teared up several times. I feel so blessed to have been able to be a part of this miracle. Crazy, but it was one of those that I got to see from start to finish. She is doing wonderful and is looking forward to visiting the temples and the "forest in New York" (sacred grove) in the coming weeks (hopefully she doesn't get a tick). This experience really strengthened my testimony of member missionary work. It started with her best friend bringing her to church. She was alongside her the whole way, coming to every lesson and responding to questions. It made our work easy and so much fun. I know this is the way missionary work should be done. Jesus got a great birthday present and I got two new friends that I got to help come closer to Him. So great!
Random sidenote-- I decided that I was going to practice my Chinese this week. So, I drew this character on the board that I thought looked pretty authentic. Turns out, it meant potato. See, I know Chinese. Ironically enough, today we went to a "pataterie" (a restaurant that only serves different potato dishes). It was great.
Other random sidenote--A nun stopped us this week and congratulated us on our choice of lifestyle, explaining that she made the same choice when she was about our age. Awkward, not sure she understood....
Well, I think that about sums it up. Awesome end to a wonderful transfer. I love being a missionary! I love you all, be sure to eat Cafe Rio and something mint chocolate for me this week!
Je vous aime,
Soeur Alisa Hulme