Monday, March 31, 2014

Photos

Okay, these are all from ONE DAY. What day? March 27th, 2014. I hit a year in the mission. I almost died. Literally. :P

-Exactly one year before this photo, I was walking onto a plane with Miranda Rhoten, with 3 gillion nerves!
-Long story short...The hermanas made a tasty cake, which eventually made it´s way to my face and clothes and hair. Annnd they also had some foamy stuff which EASILY made it´s way all around our apartment and ourselves. (: Enjoy the cake fights!
-Apparently one year means a skirt burning for sister missionaries hahaha. Sooo yup! No worries, it was WICKED tattered and worn and was already ready to be put in the trash. SO...Enjoy. (:

See y´all in six months! Chau!

When You Think You Need a Break, Remember Him.

Okay, so this week has been a little nuts, but super great. Hard, but more fruitful. Stressful, but full of miracles. I can´t really think of what all went down, but I do want to share a little something of what I´ve learned this week.


There are titles in Spanish, but you can listen in English. It´s a mix of my two FAVORITE talks...The Atonement and Missionary Work...

Sometimes we think we´ve gone through a lot. Enough. Too much. Sometimes we think we´re at the end of our ropes. Sometimes we just want to lay down and forget it ALL...But then we keep working. Hard. We find a little more strength, a little more patience, a little more hope and faith. And then, again, we find ourselves in the exact. Same. Place. Feeling as though we have done ALL that we can...

I want to invite you all that when you come to this point, and you say to youself, "Why is this so hard? When can I have break? Why?"...I invite you to REMEMBER HIM. He taught, walked, did miracles, healed, was rejected, and He was followed...He went through all this, knowing what would be his final ending. So humble and full of love, He made his way to the Garden of Gethsemane, hoping for the help of his disciples. He suffered more than we could ever imagine. He was burdened with everything that you and I have EVER done. He took EVERYTHING. Do we understand that? No. Will we ever? No. You can´t even imagine a sliver of what He felt...He was betrayed. Unjustly judged. Thrown to the wolves. And chosen to be crucified over a guilty sinner. He was battered and bruised. Whipped and mocked. Then burdened again with a heavy, wretched cross. Dragging his tired feet up to Calvary, to then be nailed and pierced. To go through so much and still have enough love to forgive his abusers, what an incredible example he left us. But not ONLY up until that point...Just when He had finally had enough, and He left this life...He Continued. There IS life after the death, and there are people who don´t know the Gospel. So He KEPT GOING. To the Spirit World. To continue his work there. To continue giving us the perfect example of perseverance.

When you feel that you are battered, tired, and just DONE...Remember Him. To be able to love Him, you must know Him. To know someone, you must be put in their shoes for a moment. We must be willing to take up our own cross and follow closely behind Him up Calvary Hill. He is ever willing and ready to take our hand, but we must be close enough to Him to reach his outstretched hand.

I know I will never understand nor comprend the Atonement. I will never have to feel as He felt. For such a sacrifice, I am forever grateful. I know He lives. He is a resurected being. And I know that He knows ME, because He has been in my shoes and has been at my side.

-Hermana Shelan Lybbert

Monday, March 24, 2014

It´s a Small World Afterall!

So this week we´ve been able to see a little more success through our efforts, and we are finding some PREPARED people. It´s nuts, but it´s great. (: Things with my companion are going pretty well. Sometimes a little rocky, and other times SUPER awesome haha. It´s nuts. She´s from Santa Fe capital, and she talks like a flippin´ Porteña (someone from Buenos Aires) haha. I dig it. I´ll finally be able to understand the Cornu-Labat family and their accent. :P Nah but it´s interesting, really. Hermana Cheta has a stronger character than what I´m used to, so sometimes it gets a little rough, but we talk well. We know how to work things out, and we pray a LOT haha. But what I love the most? I´ve got a TON to learn from her. Here´s the story...

I had my first transfer (6 weeks) of training with my trainer and my other comp, Hna. Zurita. I was then put with another gal with the SAME time as me, so that we could train each other. Weird. Plus, we were opening up that area. So we found "our ways" to do things, without much guidance haha. Then I came to Argentina, had another Porteña companion who taught me how Argentina functions haha. THANK HEAVENS. But not necessarily how the mission functions. After that? Senior companion to lead the areas, mostly (completely) lost. So I got used to "my way", adjusting little by little from my other companions. WELL...Hermana Cheta has a few more months than I do in THIS mission, and she actually knows how things should be done, instead assuming how to do them. It has required a little bit of humbling, but I´m stoked. I´ve lots to learn.

Speaking of my companion, we have some BOMB news that WILL make you tear up a little, I promise. (:

We walk into the cyber today to email, and Hermana Cheta suddenly turns to me and asks, "Hermana, do you have family who are Rhoten´s??" **HEART JUMP** "Uhhh, what?? YES. That´s my brother in-law! Why??" Hermana Cheta looks at me, looks at her email, and glances back with a little smile, "Hermana, do you know Darrel Rhoten?...He´s the elder who baptized my mom..."

**TEARS**

I can´t say that I remember who Darrel is, honestly. I just know I´ve met a ton of the Rhotens and their cousins, and their cousin´s cousins haha. But I just love how the world is so little sometimes. ESPECIALLY in the church. SO...My companion asked me to write to her mom, who´s name is Patricia. Anyone wanna hear what she has to say about Darrel and her conversion? :D

"eramos su familia de oro y ellos nos encontraron por seguir la guia del espiritu y nos dieron mucho amor ,nunca nos dejaron solos y nos amaron de verdad,tambien confiaron en nosotros de que seguiriamos en el camino correcto,estoy feliz de que el padre celestial me da estas pequeñas alegrias y me hacen volver el tiempo atras y recordar bellos momentos de felicidad y gozo."

We were the family of gold for Darrel, and they found us by following the guidance of the Holy Ghost, and they gave us lots of love, they never left us solo, and they truly loved us. Also, they trusted in us that we would follow the right path. I´m so happy that my Heavenly Father gives me these little happy moments that make me go back in time and remember the beautiful moments of happiness and joy.

"hola hna muy feliz de ser miembro de la iglesia,darrelly brad son los misioneros que me salvaron y mi familia tambien,bueno le cuento que en el año 1978,mi hna menor era un bebe de seis meses y tenia mucha fiebre y los medicos no sabiean que hacer,mientras los misioneron habiean sentido golpiar mi puerta tres veces hasta que lo hicieron y se presentaron con mi padre y ellos dijeron si necesitabamos algo si habia alguien enfermo y mi papa los recibio ,raro en el porque hechaba a todo el mundo y al entrar le dieron una bendicion de salud y mi hnita se recupero y asi aceptamos a las charlas y de alli nunca nos apartamos del evangelio,yo dude ,y dos meses despues tuve la respuesta y aqui estoy ,con tres hijos misioneros y tratando de seguir al señor."

Hi hermana, I´m so happy to be a member of the church, Darrel and Brad are the missionaries that saved me and my family, also. Well, I´ll tell you that in the year 1978, my little sister was a baby, 6 months, and she had a bad fever. The doctors didn´t know what to do. The missionaries had felt to knock on our door 3 times until they finally did it y met my dad. They asked if we needed anything or if there was someone sick, and my dad left them in, which is weird because he threw out the whole world. They came in and gave my sister a blessing of health, and my little sister got better. So we accepted to listen to the missionaries, and ever since then we never left the Gospel. I doubted, so 2 months afterwards I received my answer, and now here I am. With 3 children who have served missions and trying to follow the Lord."

SO! There it is (: The Gospel is reaching every corner of this glorious world, and people are finding the Savior. I love this work. La obra del Señor. This is HIS work. And I´m a small part of it. (:

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The pictures are all mixed up. Some are from when Hermana Cheta hit 15 months on the mission, some are from our old district, annnnd I dno. (: ENJOY!

Monday, March 17, 2014

Take A Big Breath In--And Breathe Out

Alright, I don´t have a ton of time left, because I´m trying to respond to several people, BUT...I know I´ve gotta keep this blog deal going haha. It´s been a long week with slow work and success. BUT we´re gonna keep working... My photos won´t load this week, but I don´t have photos of our zone, at least. Our zone is great, honestly. (: Especially the hermanas (:

Okay...Sorry...I´m done haha. I´m gonna go play volleyball or something maybe. :P

Fun moment: One of our less-active families has a gal, almost 2 years old. She now calls me tía (:

Monday, March 10, 2014

I Might Die

So funny story. Last week I asked my sister to get a hold of a couple of friend´s email addresses. This morning, I´m looking through my email and see: Candice Snyder.

WHAT?! YESSSS! I died. (: And then I finish writing her real quick, and I go back to the inbox and see: Felipe Cornu.

NOOO! Wow. I DID die. We got to chattin´ in Castellano and vos and HA. It was great. (: THANK YOU DENE´ for getting me their email (:

SO! This week...Not a whole lot has gone down. It was kind of rough, but really good. It´s different being in a companionship of sister training leaders, but we´re always bouncing ideas off each other and getting the other´s opinion and becoming GENIUSES...I don´t know how to spell genius. Genious. Geeneeuhs. Jokes. But truly, nothing looks right now. I love Castellano, let´s just say that. (:

Last week Hermana Cheta and I went to the zoo! Solitas. But it was a blast. (: We messed around in a semi-mature way, laughed a lot (as usual), and had a good time wandering about in the outdoors. (: SO! Here´s some photos for you all (:

-Eagle. YES. I had a few USA Pride moments (;
-My comp! Hermana Cheta, Porteña, from Santa Fe Capital
-Mendoza! Gotta love this desert. (:
-The bear that I´d love to take home. (: He was cute, sittin´ there like a puppy dog. (;
-More bears!
-Feeding the baboons.That´s right. They loved me. Them and their red, strange behinds. **shiver** Medio raro.
-Baboon!
-I can´t tell you how many there were...It was insane...And not all of them were INSIDE the cage. There were several out and about, stealing stuff from people haha.
-More. Monkeys.
-My comp feeding the oldest baboon, super gentle that monkey.
-Sheep. I kind of die laughing at the zoos here. They´ve always got things like pigs, sheep, horses...I just think of that fieldtrip that we take in kindergarten when we go to the high school to see all the FFA animals hahaha.
-RAWR. Cougarrr. (: I had a BYU Pride moment there, too.
-Tiger!
-One of my favorites. (: ZEBRA!
-I died when I saw the elephants, because I thought of Audrey (; As I was snapping these next few photos, I was thinking, "Ha! Audrey would love how giddy and happy this little guy is! He just looks like he´s smiling. :D
-See?? Haha Actually he was looking for some of the food people had thrown up there.
-His trunk (: Still looking for food.
-CHECK IT OUT! Look what we found in the zoo!!!...A kitten. Awesome haha. It was cute, at least.
-Wild birds. Out and about. Just chillin´.

ALRIGHTY. I´m tired. We´re gonna go play some volleyball (: Love you all!!

And Just To Mention...

My parents are kinda bomb haha. Check out my Momma in her pink and black, rockin´ her bomb motorcycle! (; And my Papa! Dang. Whuda thunk? (; I certainly never pictured my parents to be bikers, but I dig it, and they love it! (: All is well. (:

Monday, March 3, 2014

My Head Hurts

But no worries! I´m all good! :D Kind of tired, honestly, but HECK. That´s what we have P-Day for, no? (;

OKAY! This week...Has mostly been focused on my new companion, honestly. Hermana Cheta is her name (: She´s from Santa Fe, Argentina. She´s also a sister training leader, and DANG...She´s wicked great. :D It´s been rough for her, I think. She goes about the mission with an awful, false reputation following closely behind. Yeah, she´s honest and direct when she tells you what´s up, but dang...She likes to do things as they should be done. She´s obedient. She loves to joke around and laugh. And she LOVES THIS WORK. She´s a crazy hard worker, and she´s got a strong testimony. Seriously, other people Do Not Know Her.

I´ll be the first to admit I was a little nervous. We got the transfer calls, and I prayed a lot. For a lot of love and patience and direction. As I was on my knees, the words of my stake president came into my mind when I was set apart to be a missionary. "Your companions will be some of your best friends throughout your life."

Time and time again, I have seen that come true. We´ve had some good time to talk and chat and vent...It´s been good. (: And I´m stoked. I love this gal to DEATH. It´s only been 5 days, but I´d take a bullet for this girl. She´s incredible. We´re working wicked hard, and we finding success. Little bits and pieces, slowly, but we´re seeing it. We have 15 less-active people with whom we work to reactivate them, and SEVEN came to church this last week. YES! It just fills you up. Truly, this work is incredible. Changing lives. Recognizing the blessings we have. Helping others. Putting aside our personal wants and needs to help the other. I love this work. It fills me up. And I´ve got LOTS of work to do :D Here in Argentina, and back home with my loved ones.

Just want y´all to know that I love you all a LOT. I feel very humbled and priviledged. Stay safe! Loves! Chau!

-Hermana Lybbert