This is probably going to be a long email so if you don't feel like being spiritually enlightend today, go ahead and scroll down to see some fire flicks.What a week! This week will definitely be a week I will never forget. The Lord answered so many of my prayers and I truly felt known and loved by my Heavenly father.
After coming into the mtc, I will not lie, my confidence in my testimony of this Gospel was shot down. I felt like I was worse than all of the other missionaries and I knew nothing. I was hesitant to even role play any lessons because my confidence was so low and I would freeze up and not even talk. This had never happened to me before and I started to have a lot of doubts. I never believed people when they said the first week of the mtc will be so hard. I had moved away from home already and I knew I was a pretty happy person so how could I be sad right?? Boy was I wrong. It took me some time, but then I remembered to take all of it to the Lord. I don't think I've prayed this much in my life honestly. I started to think about what I want to accomplish with my time in the mtc. I said a prayer and just started to think about my weaknesses God has shown me. So, my goal to accomplish by the end of my mtc stay is to develop in myself the confidence that I know my loving Heavenly Father has in me.
This last week was probably the hardest week I've had here at the mtc. It's hard when a certain someone I am with criticizes me 24 hours of the day. It constantly floods my mind and makes me rethink every action I take. Once again I chose to take it to the lord. I've learned when I have mean thoughts and I just want to yell or gossip to others that I need to sit my booty down and talk OUT LOUD to my Heavenly father because you know what, he's the only one that's truly listening and the only what that truly WANTS to help me and CAN help me. One specific night, I had to seriously run to my room because the tears were about to become a flood and ain't nobody was about to see me cry. I ran to the showers (my peaceful alone time happy place) and I just cried to my Heavenly father. Then I finished up my shower and right as I wiped away the last tear, about to walk out to my room, I heard a voice say "you know who I love? I love Sorella Coon!" Voices from the whole bathroom started to chime in and say "oh I love Sorella Coon" "Sorella Coon is my favorite" "Sorella Coon is so funny" it was like that one scene in aquamarine (if you've ever seen it, when the starfish are her earrings and they compliment her all day long in their sweet little voices). I thought I was done with the tears, but apparently not. The floods kept coming. I knew my Heavenly father had heard my prayers and was just waiting for that perfect timing to answer them. The next morning I was doing some personal study outside in the beautiful forest, when I heard the bells that chime "All is well, All is well" once again the floods came. Heavenly father is seriously awesome you guys.
Okay one more story because God was so good to me this week. The Anziani had been asking me all week if I was okay and I would just brush it off because it's not their problem and honestly I'd probably start crying to them if I started talking about it which is just a terrible disaster waiting to happen. So I show up to dinner that night and see the Anziani walk in with a very mysterious box. They walk right up to me and play it off like I got a package in the mail. It said "To: Sorella Coon Ship to: MTC" very clever boys. Anyways, it was probably the best package I've ever received in my life. I opened it up to find a rotten banana, some dry scalp shampoo, a singular strand of floss, and cutely decorated with q tips, hi-chews, a fork, and my favorite, nerd clusters. They included a picture of themselves and a picture of the apostles. But most importantly they handed me a letter and said It was for my eyes only. I took it to my bathroom happy peaceful place and read the note. Once again, the floods came. I felt known. They wrote to me empathizing with me and telling me they see how hard it must be and gave me courage and said if I ever need anything, they're there for me. God is so Good. Anyways I'm sorry for all of that but I'll never forget those experiences.
We got to hear from Elder and Sister Bednar for devotional this week and it was so awesome. We sat like 2 rows from Elder Bednar hehe. Sister Bednar said a lot of things that reminded me of my sweet sweet mother who has taught me so many things that I am so grateful to have learned and have been so useful on the mission.
2 more weeks left and then we're off to Italy! I love you all and I promise God hears you and he so so loves you!!!!
Pictures:
- my cutie district
-2/3 of the Italian districts
- our Samoan besties
- sorella Bowen and I sneaking some donuts
- Wednesdays we wear pink!!
- our favorite teacher Fratello Abel is leaving us to go to BYU Jerusalem
- the glorious care package from my favorite elders (besides Elder wengert of course)
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