So was a sissy zip line camp day worth the madness on the square? You decide.

Welp, the bad news is that my companion uses a ticking alarm clock.  Good news, my sleepy body overcomes my ocd brain every night.  The mission really helps me be a better person.  So maybe I'm missing out on Michael Phelps losing in the Olympics but that's okay because this is better.  Actually, all the sisters in our mission got to go to Brighton Girl's camp on Saturday.  Since we can't all abandon the square at once, there were two shifts so I got to go in the morning group.  We had an hour drive up to the mountainous camp and partied when we got there.  We had matching green Temple Square mission tshirts on and the whole shabang.  There were different team building activities featuring a sissy zip line.  Since I'm a missionary and my entertainment standards have intensly decreased, I was quite content with my ride on the sissy zip.  Mostly I loved the morning just because I got to relax and spend time with some of my favourite people.  Even though all of us sisters see each other everyday, there's too much work to be done so we don't get a ton of regular human interaction time.  So that was real nice.  After our hour nap ride home, we quickly changed into our missionary costumes and worked our faces off.  The square was madness!  We took a Korean motorcoach right away and then an English before going to cover West Gate for the night.  Visitors were asking for tours left and right and since we didn't have many sisters on the square, we would send these guests to join the most recent motorcoach.  Hopefully they spoke that language.  Also, there were 3 thousand more people on the square because of the Grow family reunon.  As in Henry Grow, who built the roof of the tabernacle.  There are a zillion Grows in the Church today including Elder C. Scott Grow who you can't actually see grow but he speaks in general conference every so often.  We even had a Chilean and a Samoan conduct a mandarin motorcaoch.  You know, why not? Every Saturday night we have the visitor center sisters come from the mtc to experience a visitor centre before their own visitor center mission.  I'm surprised the 6 that came were still alive enough to go back to the mtc after their night on the square.  Hopefully the zillions of tours in every language and no breaks didn't scare them to go home.  It's doable with the name tag on.   So was a sissy zip line camp day worth the madness on the square?  You decide. 

 

No intense hospitality bus tour experiences to report yet.  On Thursday for our HBTour all we did was walk a group of 45 into the restaurant, play waitress for a little while, get yelled at a few times by the tour guide, and walk the group to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir rehearsal.  Reward: a free meal at the Lion House Pantry every time we take a HBTour.  Roll and dessert included.  Yeaaaah!  This makes up for the fact that we don't eat at members' home.  We eat at Brigham Young's home instead.  We had our hospitality bus tour scheduled the next day for a tour of Temple Square and then a drop off at the Roof restaurant.  The group was an hour late so after we decided to stop waiting, West Gate called us to come back to walk these late elderlys to their food.  For that walking, we earned another meal the at the Lion House Pantry.  Bueno. 

 

We continue to take an exaggerated hundred french people on tours every day.  Most of them are pretty nice and very respectful yet very closed.  My new task is to find how to open their little french hearts to the spirit.  One lady was really passionate about her religious beliefs and seemed to be afraid of us.  She told us that she believes in God but can't seem to find a Church that she agrees with.  She likes to think that there is a good who fits her ideas.  I love missionary work but it's so hard when we find somebody's concern and they are not willing to solve their concerns.  We wished to tell this French woman to lower her pride and humble herself to find the truth.  We can't change God's will to fit our own personal beliefs.  His will is forever the same, we just nee to find the truth.  Can I get an amen? 

 

Last night while chatting online, we basically testified of kitty heaven to a young man who's cat had kittens.  Clearly, this was no fairytale ending so he was comforted to know that his kittys aren't doomed.  Who knew?  The Bible dictionary and Doctrine & Covenants knew.  There you go, Sam!

 

That's it for me.  Love you all!

-Sister K. Kyle