Very. Very thankful

¡Hola my loves!

So, we baptized Jessica yesterday! So crazy to think of the first time we visited her, she didn't have much interest. And she has turned into this great spiritual giant - I can see her serving a mission! She is SO sweet, during our last lesson she prayed that we would find others, to change their lives and make them happy like we have done for her. Gosh, I love her. She understands so well the great significance of baptism. SO, so exciting. With my new companion, Hermana Mercado (de Mexico also, another only-Spanish-speaker!), we'll of course continue to visit her and our plan is to baptize her dad this week! He has all the asistencias he needs, now he just needs a few more lessons! Brings me to my new companion - Hermana Mercado is 19 also, and really new in the mission. It's really early for her to be training already, but she's proven to be a super solid missionary in the last two cambios and President Whitehead thought she was ready! She's way great, and super motivated. We're going to be super busy, I can tell! I don't have much time left, but I love you all so much - thanks for the kind words this week! This church is TRUE, Heavenly Father loves each one of you, and He wants you back to live with Him forever and ever and ever. 

Beeeg Keees Leeeeeetle Keeees, 

Hermana LeSueur

Family that feeds Emma each week

Emma's district

Jessica, Hermana Salinas's last baptism, Hermana LeSueur's first

Jessica, Hermana LeSueur, Hermana Salinas

Work.

Hermana LeSueur and a sister from her zone

Em and her companion Sis Salinas

SWEET FAM,

It's my last P-day of my first cambio in Mexico! Next week, I should have my new companion and will be just starting my third. I'm almost 3 months in, isn't that crazy? 

Hermana Salinas is currently enjoying her last P-day of her MISSION, so that's a little crazy. We're excited for our baptism on Sunday, a perfect way to end her mission and begin mine. Dominica came to church yesterday, which was GREAT. Also, fun surprise...she speaks ENGLISH! Jajaja. 

We met all of our goals this week, baptisms aside...but now that we've broken in the new area, I have high hopes for my next six weeks! My Spanish is definitely progressing, when I feel like I don't understand anything or am not contributing as much as I should be I just look back at my first week here, even my first week at the MTC, and I feel a lot better. Teaching is such a cool experience, because I feel as if I learn so many new things every day as well. This next week is pretty packed, we have lots of lessons scheduled that I'm really excited about, especially with Angeles and a few new families we found. I think one of the coolest things I've learned in this six weeks is how to VERY quickly sum up our message to contacts on the street. There's a lot of ways to do this, and you have to change it based on who you're talking to. It's hard, but seriously every person has a need that can be filled with a principle of the Gospel, and if you ask the right questions you can figure it out in a minute or so. Thank you all so much for your prayers, the first cambio is always a struggle and I've definitely had my moments of panic! 

Alma 58:11

Si, y sucedio que el Señor nuestro Dios nos consolo con la seguridad de que nos libraria; si, de tal modo que hablo paz a nuestras almas, y nos concedio una gran fe, e hizo que en el pusieramos la esperanza de nuestra liberacion.

In my roughest moment thus far, this was the answer to my prayers. One of those overwhelming moments when you just KNOW that God is real. That He loves you. And I truly felt a peace come over me that I hadn't felt since I arrived in Mexico. I KNEW that He has sent me here for a reason, and He has full confidence in me. Just a wonderful moment from this week, I considered it a turning-point. I love you all so much, make sure to share the Gospel with those around you this week! 

Beeeeg Keeeeees Leeeeetle Keeeees,

Hermana LeSueur

Sisters in her Zone

Her first authentic enchilada

Emma LOVES Hermana Toone from the MTC

Xactness, Willpower

¡Hola, my lovies!

This one is going to cover this and last week, since last week I got caught up in answering back some emails and didn't get to the mass email! First of all, Momma, Dear Elder is the best because there's no chance that it will get lost and it will get to me the fastest - we get our Dear Elders every time we meet as a district, zone, etc... So, this last week, I got my Dear Elders at two different times! Also, THANK YOU MOMMA LESUEUR AND FAM for the sweet SWEET Halloween package! Hermana Salinas is using the computer that I need to use to send pictures, so I hope I get to send some today, but if I don't... the lights are up, on top of the fridge, and the pumpkin on the microwave! I'm so sad I don't have a way to make the cookies, we only have our little one-room that has a fridge and microwave...it's kind of our own little house back there, we go around to get to it and we're never in the member's house... she's a pretty cranky lady, jajaja... I'm going to try to muster up the courage to ask her to use her oven next P-day! Hermana Salinas advised me against it, haha. But just having all that stuff in the room makes me SO happy. 

Wow, where to begin? Since I last wrote a formal email, we have gained lots of awesome new investigators, many have come to church, and one is getting baptized in a few weeks. We struggled for a bit, re-opening this area and starting from pretty much nothin', but I have a notebook full of names, directions, phone numbers...in two weeks, with my second trainer, I will have to know my way around perfectly, because she will be completely new to the area! 

It's pretty well-known here when you don't get a baptism every week - at a New Missionaries Training, President Whitehead definitely announced that Hermana Salinas and I are the only sisters of this new ´generation´ to not have a baptism yet (a chapel-ful of people - yikes!), but I think he understands that I'm doing the best I can to figure everything out - he did tell everyone that we have a new area and such. Isn't that crazy? We ARE the top-baptizing mission in Mexico, a baptism a week is not only expected...it happens! I participate as much as I possibly can in every lesson, and I am proud to say that going up to talk to someone new doesn't scare me! I can honestly say I'm pushing myself really really hard, to learn the language, to learn how to teach, to learn how to work with members, to learn how to live in a different country so far away from anything familiar, and I think he can see that. On the 27th, our investigator Jessica will qualify for baptism. She's seventeen, and super cute. She's way nice about my awkward attempts at casual conversation (not the easiest - I'm a lot better with Gospel topics, jeje), she always does her reading, she always understands it, I always feel the Spirit during our time with her. Fingers crossed everything stays great, I can't wait to see her in white! She will be Hermana Salinas' last baptism, and my first! I have high hopes for a few of our other progressing investigators as well, such as Connie and Valeria Seja, Familia Romero, Dominica... I have a great relationship with Connie and Valeria, last time we had a lesson I wound up helping Valeria (the daughter) with her piano homework! Familia Romero was a reference from a ward member, and they've already been to church a few times... when we went to their house for the first lesson, they were there sitting and waiting for us, which is really unusual! Mexico is VERY lax about being on time, about following any type of schedule. I would say our second lesson with Isabel Romero was the first time where I felt like I wasn't struggling so hard to push the words out, like I was comfortable enough to explain slowly and clearly and according to her needs. Such an awesome feeling. I'm progressing! More importantly, she is! 

I wish I could adequately sum up my experience here thus far. I've passed my two-month mark, people! I have learned so many lessons that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. It's pretty incredible how much my life has changed in a matter of weeks. I walk the streets of Mexico and greet everyone I see without fear, I ride the various modes of public transportation with confidence (most of which feel like a ride at Lagoon)... I've finally had the 'corn on a stick,' pictures to come - a guy gave it to me for free after Hermana Salinas bought one, haha...
I look around me all the time and am just like, "I LIVE here!" Like I said, we're in a pretty wealthy area, but there are also some very very poor parts as well. We actually spend most of our time in those parts - so many sweet families, and they give so many references. Some don't have a roof, some have hanging sheets instead of walls. 

I've had my share of crazy experiences... we've been given questionable suckers, we've been given flowers on two occasions... the first, I walked up and tried to start talking to a guy, and he just wouldn't have it. He started babbling and finally was like "HERE TAKE THESE FLOWERS AND GO AWAY!" and we're like, "No, thanks..." and he literally just shoved them at us and told us to keep walking. Jajaja, it made NO sense. The second time, we were talking to our BFF the Flower Shop Guy, and he told us to pick a flower. So that was super sweet. We have another BFF on Cruz de Cristo, who tried to get us to take a picture with him since I'm blonde hahaha and Hermana Salinas told him that he'd have to give us free tacos for that to happen... the offer still stands... 

You know, I've learned something about language... it doesn't matter all that much. The other day, during a lesson with Connie, I bore testimony that it is possible for ALL people to know of the truth of the BoM, if they'll only read and pray. My grammar was awful, but it was one of those moments where I just felt so strongly that she understand this concept. She sat for a second, and I was feeling pretty badly about the language, but then she was just like, to the member we had with us, "I can just feel the PASSION of these missionaries. I want to know something this strongly." Goodness, this work is EXCITING! I love it so very, very much. How glorious it is to spend my days sharing with others what will make them happy in this life, and how they can live with their Padre Celestial in the next. I love you all, so much. Thank you for your prayers, for your support! Until next week!

Beeeg Keeees, Leeeetle Keees,

Hermana LeSueur

Special K and Janice Kapp Perry

SWEET FAMILIA!

So, I went home from the Internet paper shop place last p-day and started writing a letter to you all, but then i realized that the odds of you getting it are pretty slim...so I'll type it here, with some more deets afterward that are more recent!

I'm back at the casa after writing email and shopping, i have about an hour and forty minutes left of p-day! Today, i woke up, did study till eleven, cleaned the casa while HS accidentally fell asleep, jeje, washed my clothes in the bottom of the shower, washed the dishes, organized my desk, went and bought more cereal, then went to this funny paper shop where they have computers to write you. P-days are busy days, but unlike last week i have time to write a letter! i hope it makes it to you, odds are it won't...You guys, I just have so much going on! I don't know where to start. I'm glad when i talked to you on the phone i was pretty out of it and sleep-deprived because i think that helped me not to break down sobbing! oh, FAM, i'm not gonna lie, i cry a bit these days jaja. It just kind of helps. sometimes you just cry for a few minutes then you feel all better the rest of the day! Haha, it sounds pathetic, but i just decided to let it happen for a bit until i finally find myself able to completely immerse myself in the work, which is slowly happening! I'm trying so hard to push all my thoughts of home away, but occasionally they just come flooding in. I'm working hard to, well, work HARD to distract myself! I have your last Dear Elders sitting here along with the printouts of today's emails. Before i get there...what details have i not mentioned yet?

Lomas Verdes is a reallly nice area, our little apartment is in the back of a house belonging to Hermana Gloria. It's a little one-room without carpet, and a teeny bathroom that doesn't quite work. I think it's perfect. we have bunk beds, I'm on the top. I'm using my bedbug covers, momma! this bed had a thick blanket sitting on it when we got here, and between that and my sheet I'm just fine at night! HS and i bought big jugs of clean water last p-day, i use that to take my vitamins and brush my teeth. the water here doesn't get my hair clean...no matter how thoroughly i wash it with the head and shoulders for greasy hair it's like i have this thick grease permanently at my roots...sick i know haha...i wear headband most of the time. Hermana SAlinas is about to finish her mission, but she wants to stay! She's really patient with me, she knows how slowly she needs to speak for me to understand and what words to use. i know it's frustrating for her, too. I'm her first English-speaking companion. she was really shy when she first came out, she told me she didn't dare to contact for two weeks! she's way cute, sometimes bummed, ...mostly because we don't have solid investigators...we're basically opening this area, it's been closed for a few years...right now we're focusing a lot on member references. HS is really strict about somethings, like she wont let me wear a few of my dresses, but on others like being places on time she doesn't care all that much, which is frustrating. I was real excited to have such a structured schedule, and we hardly follow it! But i guess i don't know how mission life works yet...but yeah i want to be efficient and get places, but I'm also never 100% sure whats going on or where we're going or why...I'm a bit powerless, sometimes I'll be stressed about getting somewhere then later I'll find It it was just a tentative plan. But at the same time, punctuality isn´t a big deal for anyone in Mexico, I've realized! The bottom line is, the days are pretty frustrating in some regards. most of the time I'm just blindly following hermana s and trying to survive! but we work hard, we walk fast, we're always busy, besides at lunch! I'm trying to learn where things are and how to communicate my ideas to her, but thus far following in her footsteps is what i do. it's not like me to be late for things or miss things, and i hate to say it's out of my hands but at least up to this point I'd say it has been besides that thought, i  really love her and I'm grateful she's my trainer. she loves the 'together forever' Janice Kapp Perry music and watches it constantly, has been active in the church about 5 years and her parents are divorced. There's no time built into our schedule for dinner, so we eat at the casa at nine. i eat cereal! so much! Special K! As far as the food with the members goes, I've had some super delish stuff and also some super yucky stuff. Some of the members are extremely wealthy, and others are very poor. I had flower soup once, with like dandelions, some yucky chicken bone soup, ad this Velveeta-meat thing! But I'm really grateful for the food, some strange things but mostly delicious!

Dadd, my daddy!hAHAH, i had a feeling you'd try to look up lomas verdes...our turf is periferica to madin. thanks so much for the prayers, my daddy. i appreciate them more than you know. in response to a few of your questions...we go to concordia at least once a week to eat at a certain member's house, I'm not sure why i like it so much! it's just a crazy little neighborhood. i sleep actually just fine...a day of walking will do that to ya. our apartment is very...damp. my blankets feel wet every night, jaja, and i wake up with a layer of condensation over everything...church is a little scary, as missionaries you greet and talk to everyone, but it's good for me! i bore my testimony last week! our ward is really great and give lots of references. the proposal count is zero, but my comp and i have gotten some flowers from some chicos and a guy wanted to take a picture with us because I'm blonde.

AHHJJJJ MY TIME IS UP!!!! I HAVE TO GO AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET INTO THIS WEEK!

My Precious momma, my precious momma, i read your letters when i feel discouraged or sad and need some motivating. i carry your words and advice with me wherever i go. they echo in my head every day. at this point, your letters have done nothing but remind me that I've done hard things in the past and i can do hard things now, that i have such little time to be here, that life is continuing as normal back home. reading letters reminds me of who i am, because most of the time i feel like a completely different person, in a different country wearing different clothes not looking quite like myself and speaking a different language, not quite able to say all of the things i would normally... the letter remind me who i am and why i chose to be here, take me back tot he root of my decision. remind me that there's an end to thins and in a few short months I'll be back home wishing it were possible to wear the tag once again. ooh, mommy, thank you for your thoughts. 

I'M OUT OF TIME!

But know that this week we found LOTS of investigators, i feel so much better about so many things, we had two investigators come to conference...I'm TEACHING!!!! Love you all more than any words can describe. 

Focus on what you CAN do

We got a separate letter from Em this week. She's pretty homesick, and described herself sitting in a random Internet cafe in Mexico with tears streaming down her face. She said she can't even think of our names without getting homesick. I know it's all part of mission sacrifice and that in time her homesickness will be eased, but please pray for her that she can continue to be strong and that she can get through it. In the meantime, I believe a Halloween package is in order ...

¡Mi Familia!

Juance again, I´m faced with the impossible task of summing up a week of misión life! A week of disappointment, failure, fatigue...but also incredible joy. A week of goal-making, blisters, and a LOT of prayers. A week of stumbling: over words, over the always-uneven sidewalks. A week of merciful moments of inspiration, and some of the most awkward moments of my life. A week of cereal. As Hermana Salinas would say, "Welcome to misión!"

You know, it's real hard not to be super homesick when you're in a different country - a whole different world - with a companion who doesn´t understand many of your words or frustrations. Many of my goals this week have been geared toward steering my thoughts away from home, honestly. Some of my favorites (and most helpful) this week have been:

-Focus on memorizing one phrase to use in contacting per day, as I walk

-Choose one perky hymn per day to read over and have in mind when feel a ´lil sad

-Replace selfish thoughts with the missionary purpose. Sometimes I just say it over and over in my head!

-If having a hard time understanding, pick out a few words and use those to guess the question or just acknowledge that you didn´t understand!

-Focus on what you CAN do, and do a lot of it: that is, ask for references, contact, testify, share a scripture and thought, smile, walk fast...

We taught a lot of members this week, trying to build trust and get references. Sometimes it´s hard because Hermana Salinas will tell me to prepare a thought, but then will talk about something different and I´m left scrambling to put some Spanish together to go along with her topic. "Welcome to misión." There have been a lot of cool moments, though, where the Spirit has helped me to know what direction to go. I often turn to the Hymn Book. During an FHE on Preparation and Obedience we did spur-of-the-momento (not my forte), I decided it would be a good idea to read a few verses of "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" and then talk about needing the Spirit´s promptings to serve, then I had the 18-year-old daughter in the house share about her decisión to serve a misión. There was another time when I prepared a thought but then Hermana Salinas opened the lesson to something completely different that I honestly barely understood. We were in a member´s house, a family of six adults. It came time to share, and I was praying so hard to be able to add to this discussion which included some random scientific aspect I just couldn't follow! I talked about Jesús Christ Being the center of our religión, our guide. I apologized to Hermana Salinas and asked "What WERE we talking about?" and sure enough, she said it was about Jesús Christ being our guide and light! Jejeje, just a silly Little thing, but Heavenly Father knew I was having a rough time and just needed a Little help in that momento.

We also had a zone conference this week. President Whitehead knows my needs and is sensitive to them - a lot of the conference was catered to the needs of the newbies. A lot of "All you need is the Spirit" kind of talk, so good to hear they don´t expect me to be pro anytime soon like I honestly thought they did. President told me it took him about 9 months to understand, and he still misses about 40% of the Spanish he hears. Super comforting, much needed. Guys, missionary work really is the greatest feeling. Sitting in a spur-of-the-momento visit with a woman named Dalila as she held her daughter...H.S. and I sang "I Am a Child of God," we talked a lot about eternal families and she loved it. I shared how I´m here, so very far away from my own family, because I know how true and important our message is. You watch peoples´ faces as you tell them this great message of hope, and there´s nothing better.

I had a bit of a rough momento the other day. Elsa (soon-to-be-missionary) and H.S. were joking and making fun of my Spanish, like I knew was bound to happen and vowed to not let it affect me, but I felt like I was having one of my best days Spanish-wise, so it was a bit discouraging jejeje. You know, it doesn´t matter how dumb I look. I will do this work at the pace He wants me to! I think one of the things that He wanted me to learn here was that publicly making mistakes and looking idiotic in the name of something good is just fine. We´re on this Earth to learn, and making then correcting mistakes is usually how. Here, you can´t allow yourself to care too much what others think or THE LORD´S WORK SLOWS. This isn´t to say I just go up and start talking to people without a thought in my head, I have to work and prepare to the best of my ability, first. I have to work on my Spanish, I have to work on learning doctrine, but most of all I have to work on becoming closer to Him. This means praying sincerely, often, and striving to see others from an eternal perspective, which isn´t always easy!

It´s not just the language I´m unsure of here. I´m unsure of how to work with members, how to make appointments, how to approach less-actives. There´s no doubt in my mind that this would still be way super rough even if I was speaking English! But that´s why I have a trainer, that´s why I have a brain, that´s why I´ve been promised so many times to simply trust in Him and all will be well. TUNNEL VISION - God and my investigator. The opinión of man doesn´t matter - think about it, if I really truly got that through my head, how different would my life be? I would walk into every room with a smile on my face, my head held high. I would greet everyone in sight. I would let no compliment go un-said. I would volunteer my thoughts, I wouldn´t dream of comparing myself to others. I would view every day here as such an incredible blessing. BECAUSE IT IS! I was born into the true church. I was born into a faithful, wonderful family. I was able to leave for 18 months to worry about nothing but the important, crucial work of the most high God. I´M LIVING IN MEXICO. I HAVE A TAG THAT DECLARES ME A REPRESENTATIVE OF JESUS CHRIST. I GET A FREE, AUTHENTIC MEXICAN MEAL CADA DIA. I´ve waited for these days my whole life, honestly, and I just want to make the most of them. I know better now how this work, WORKS! Organize, contact, get references...I´m starting to get the hang of it! I´m so grateful to my Savior for carrying me these past few weeks. I´m so grateful I get to talk to my loving Father whenever I want. I´m so grateful I have the fullness of the truth in my life. I love you all so very, very, much...words simply can´t describe!

Beeeeg Keeees, Leeeetle Keeees,

Hermana LeSueur

Just for ya information, Dear Elder is the best way to send a letter! I haven´t gotten sweet Kitty or Goosey´s letters yet, I Heard they rarely come through, or they don´t make it for months. Pouch mail is how we opérate here

It's not about me, it's about HIM

We were so happy to hear from Sister Whitehead, Emma's mission mom, a couple of days ago.  She assured us all is well and Hermana LeSueur is already hard at work.  They are using Emma's piano skills, they already had her play at a mission fireside last Saturday!  Her companion looks so cute and sweet, I loved that they were both wearing their medallions- they must be soul sisters!  


¡FAMILIA Y AMIGOS!

Colorful casas. Bottled water. Insane drivers. Independence Day fireworks. Questionable meat. Delish enchiladas. Public transportation. Speed walking 24/7. Tons of people. Barking dogs. Crazy smells constantly. Constantly lost. "Soy Catolica." Broken English. Special K. Jello. Mo-Tab. Sweet ´lil kids. Un-refrigerated milk. Constant kisses on the cheek. "No ´holas.´" "LeSueur" "LeSoor" "LeSewer" "LeSewewer" "Lesughh." English lessons. "Together Forever." Chilly mornings. 8 pesos. McDonald´s, Carl´s Jr., Burger King, Costco, Walmart, Subway, Starbucks, IHOP, Applebee´s, California Pizza Kitchen all within 30 mins. Rules. Rules. Rules. Baptisms. Baptisms. BAPTISMS. 

No, seriously. It is KNOWN as "la gran mision" - the strictest mission with the highest standard of obedience and apparently the highest baptism rate in the world. Jajajajaja. If I would have come a little over a year ago things would have been a lot more intense. The mish prez before Whitehead was pretty strict, aka, Hermanas and Elderes couldnt smile at each other when shaking hands, they had to fast every Sunday, they couldn´t email anyone of the opposite sex (which actually was just changed a month ago!). These days it´s still comparatively strict, only Mo-Tab allowed (except on P-day when they just recently decided EFY music is okay). Lots of other little rules such as you have to do nightly planning and studying with your shoes on and no eating, you have to wake up at 6:25instead of 6:30, never ever are zone activities allowed, no watching the distribution center movies for longer than thirty minutes at a time, you have to be always standing RIGHT next to your companion facing the same direction and participating in the same conversation, etc. And you know what, I think it´s a great thing. Really! One of the funnier things that´s happened though was that one of the APs started criticizing the missionaries from "The District," saying "You know, they´re good missionaries. But we are the Gran Mision. We don´t eat cereal while we study." 

Fam, I LIVE IN MEXICO NOW! I´ve been asked quite a few times if it´s like I imagined it would be...the answer is YES! I have a companion who is from Chihuahua, Mexico, and this is her last six weeks! She doesn´t speak English, which is pretty rough, but I´d heard before that this might happen so I was at least somewhat mentally prepared. Hermana Salinas and I are the first sister missionaries allowed in this area for almost 10 years, I´m not sure why! It´s called Lomas Verdes, and we have one half while Elder White and Hansen have the other half. It is HUGE! It´s also one of the wealthier parts of Mexico. We´re about 15 minutes from the city. We live in this little extension of a member´s house, Hermana Gloria. It´s the kind of thing where you wash your clothes by hand and such, and that took up more of today than I thought it would! Since Hermana Salinas is new to this area also, most of this week has been traveling around our area with various members, visiting members´ homes, and STREET CONTACTING. I have so much love for these people, truly. I´m getting better at contacting, I can honestly say I´m not really afraid to approach people and start talking! Everyone is so incredibly nice, in the many many many people we´ve talked to this week I can only think of one or two that have straight up said "no thank you." They don´t know how to say "no" here! They´re all Catholic, of course, but they gladly give us name and address/phone number most every time. We were told they might sometimes be lying, yeah, but goodness they´re so sweet when they do! Jajaja. Everyone we talk to at least has a big smile and spares a minute to talk. What´s crazy is that Hermana Salinas told me that the people here are snooty and aren´t as accepting and nice as in her other areas. Cool moment the other day...tried to say a prayer in English with Hermana Salinas because she´s trying to learn English, and I failed! Spanish words by accident...I guess it´s because I´m immersed in the language! Oh, also, remember that one old lady from Nacho Libre at the part when Nacho goes to the sick guy´s house? That lady is EVERYWHERE. Also, those sticks of corn are all the rage. Goodness gracious, I KNOW that I will love it here. I KNOW this will be some of the most memorable eighteen months of my life. I wrote on Thursday: "I´ve already seen and learned so much. Heavenly Father has blessed me with the ability to continue to move forward with a smile, which hasn´t always been the easiest for me. He has seriously placed a smile on my face. He has given me gumption, He has given me strength to walk for miles and miles, and He has given me an endlessly patient companion and lots of understanding people. I AM THE LUCKIEST IN THE WORLD."

On Friday I wrote:

"Yesterday we contacted a lot because we went to Carlos´ casa for lunch and then needed to stick around and wait to meet him. It was a really cool area (Concordio). Really nice and seemingly interest people. I, yesterday, took it a bit more upon myself to share simple testimony or thought when prompted when contacting. I ended up sharing the reason for my being in Mexico a few times, in hopes it would help the people know how important this is to me, and they seemed gratefulo. I felt I should tell an older lady as we were about to part ways that this gospel is the way to find true happiness in this life. Yesterday, as we walked and talked, I felt the missionary purpose becoming part of me. It´s not about me, it´s about HIM. It´s about THEM. Move your feet, tunnel vision - the Lord and investigator alone. It´s not for glory, it´s what´s RIGHT. I HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO SHARE WHAT I KNOW."

Yesterday, I decided to make a little list of tender mercies of the week before we went to church. I want to share them with you, they include a lot of silly details of the week:

-The many members that have tried to speak English with me when I´ve struggled

-That comfy first night in the mission home

-Enchiladas (oh, ps...had my first REAL TACOS TODAY!)

-The man, Javier, I contacted yesterday almost all by myself! I shared everything I wanted to, and gave him a Restoration pamphlet, and when we got on the bus with him he was reading it!

-Even though we couldn´t find Hortencia (a potential who gave us her address), we found a really cute little family near the address she gave that I would love to teach

-Nighttime journal/cereal

-My baby blanket

-Pictures of my MTC district

-CONCORDIA

-Sweet houses, picturesque 

-Carlos paying for our taxi ride home without our knowing

-Mama de Rodrigo helping me with my Spanish

-WALKING

-Ability to remember my studies when contacting

-Special K

-Comfy shoes

-Carlos reminding us to listen when I was getting caught up in doing repetitive contacting

-The 3 cute notes my companion has left for me

-The cute little girl we met in Concordia who practiced her English with me

-Hermana Salinas for running with me even though she hates it

-Mexico´s Walmart, aka FRESKO´S - able to find all my normal stuff

-They provided us with a DVD player to listen to CD´s and watch church movies in casa!

So much more I need to say, so many more details I need to give, but...

GUYS. I´M SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. It´s rough, yeah! But the Lord has helped me push through, and through Him I´ll learn the language, learn how to listen, learn how to better invite these people to come unto Christ. There are moments when I just look at the people we´re contacting and think, "IF ONLY YOU KNEW WHAT THIS MESSAGE MEANS!" I want you all to know that I recognize the urgency of the work, I know of its importance. I know that this church is 100 percent TRUE. Thanks for all your emails this week, I didn´t have time to get through them all but know I love you all with all of my heart and I so so SO appreciate your loving words! I miss you, and I love you, but I´M STAYIN´ RIGHT HERE. 

Beeeeg keeeees lil keeeeeeees,

Hermana LeSueur

MTC PICTURES

Her high school friend Jessica, who is going to Sweden

She was sooo happy to see her cousin and childhood best friend Christian, who is heading to New York

A handshake for Emma's good friend and neighbor Mitch, he's going to the Philippines

FIRST MEXICO PICTURES

Her cutest companion, Sister Salinas

Emma's colorful apartment

She's calling this week number "juan"

SHE'S OFF!

Well, our girl is off to Mexico!  She was able to call Monday from the Atlanta airport while they had a long layover.  We checked all our kids out of school so they could speak to their sister one last time before she left.  It was a tender and sweet conversation with our family.  To hear her little voice say, "I have to go" was really hard to hear.  She asked if she could bear her testimony of the gospel in Spanish before she had to hang up.  Although we couldn't understand her, our hearts could understand her heart and we all wept with joy.  It was very evident to all of us that she has received the gift of tongues and the spirit felt in her words was strong and undeniable.  She sounded confident and happy, ready for the adventure.  We all listened for the "click" of her hanging up, and then we all hugged and cried a little more.  Our collective grief and sacrifice has brought us closer together as a family.  We have already seen much evidence of the blessings promised to families of missionaries.  

Then, yesterday, the phone rang and I saw a strange number on the caller ID.  I normally don't answer those kinds of calls, but I answered.  A cute voice said, "Hi Momma!" Her mission president let her use his cell phone to call and let us know she has arrived safely.  She only had 30 seconds but its so nice to know she is there and all is well.  Please pray for her as she adjust to a new country, new language, and culture.  She is truly in the Lord's Hands now.  --Traci

Emma's MTC District-- they became very close