Sister Kyle: I hit the jack pot.

Anyonghasayo!

The new transfer starts tomorrow and my dreams came true because I get to train a new sister!!! I don't know who she is yet, that will be decided tomorrow. My new pday will be Saturday so I'll follow up with all the details then. I am in the extended zone now so I'll be working at either welfare square a few days a week or the humanitarian center or worse case scenario, cover the Beehive House on Wednesdays. The humanitarian center gives the sisters meals when they work there and I believe welfare square gives chocolate milk and cheese. In other words, I hit the jack pot.

On Saturday I was one of many sisters who got to take an mtc sister , who would soon be coming to Temple Square or another visitor center, around for the night. I got a suuuper sweet mongolian who loved every minute. She has been in the mtc for 10 weeks to learn English. I would love to train that tiny woman because she is so ready and willing to learn even though she understood maybe 15% of what the guests were saying to us on the square.

Sunday was a really special day because Sister Kim and I went with another half Korean companionship to speak at the Korean branch closeby. We also sang a half Korean version of "I know That My Redeemer Lives." We had an amazing time. They gave me and Sister Fialho from Brazil, translation headsets so that we could understand everything that was happening. I broke out laughing a couple times on the stand because the translator spoke Korean instead of English a few times and would often get lost and just apologize awkwardly. When I spoke, there was a Korean lady from the branch who stood up with me and translated my words into the mic, sentance by sentance. That was kind of nice because it gave me time to not say anything stupid. But it also took 500 years to read scriptures so I took up too much time. Weird. The Korean members were so nice; a few of them made us Korean food to bring back to Temple Square and eat. The squid wasn't so bad. Also, just before we left the chapel, we met a North Korean refugee. My mind was blown into humility. Seriously, I couldn't communicate with this man but I just stared at the wrinkles on his young face and wondered what kind of life he's had. I can't even comprehend. He's investigating the Church but it's so hard for him to open up and learn. Even the easiest concepts of God's love and agency are almost impossible for him to understand. That was even Sister Kim's first time talking to a North Korean.

Yesterday I greeted our investigator on the phone and he said, "Hi Sister Kyle!" I asked him how he knew it was me and he described my voice as quite a bit huskier than Sister Kim's. Dangit.

...To be continued Saturday

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