the end of the beginning

Written by Reagan Curtis 3:13:00 PM Post Comment

Today is the very last p-day of my missionary training center experience. so basically there are all kinds of feels floating around this weekend. most of my district leaves for nicaragua and argentina Monday morning, but hermana bronson and i fly straight to vancouver at 10:55 am on Wednesday! bittersweet for sure. thrilled to be heading out to actually teach some people, but the mtc is a cozy experience. as hard of an adjustment as it is, all you really have to do is wake up, study, eat, study, sleep.

SO MANY LOVES to nina + the cochrans for their darling package, morley for being the greatest cousin in all of ever and bringing micah and i real live fresh fruit, and of course my dearest fam for all the notes and letters and such. and lauren. and madeline. les quiero.

ALSO got the happiest letter from mi madre the other day, i love love love hearing that nick larsen, braeden harris, jackson adams, jack bateman, gunner miller, and sterling larsen are all back together around my kitchen counter. even though now i'm the one on a mission. hurts my heart that i missed most of you boys, but it means the world to hear that you're back where you belong, keeping nan entertained and eating your way through my pantry just like high school. <3

other than the plenitude of goodbyes, this week was nearly exactly the same as any other. australian handball. spanish. class. teaching. pre-departure anxiety. packing. four square. temple trip. four square. class. spanish. class. but it's also been filled with all kinds of friendship and all kinds of spiritual experiences. so cool to sit in infield orientation (even though it was 9 hours of me wanting to die) and realizing that just within the few friends i was sitting with, we were all off to russia, nicaragua, argentina, canada, and thailand. in the realest way we are off to change the world.

in other news, our elders have taken it upon themselves to initiate the new missionaries in their dorms which has included everything from piling shaving cream on their floors to switching off all the power in the building for an entire night. also dear elder jefferson harwood was sleep walking from his top bunk and very nearly hung himself from the guardrail but ESTA BIEN. everyone is still in one piece.

on a more tender note, again and again this week i felt like "how in heaven's name am i going to teach this gospel to people, in spanish, in a way that will make them want to listen to me". i just feel like there are 900 things i need to be doing better. but, again and again, my sweet Heavenly Father has proved to me that He knows me, He loves me, and that He needs me. in vancouver, teaching His children who do not yet know any of this. i feel lucky. lucky to be a missionary. what a tiny percentage of people get to do this. yes, it is a sacrifice beyond anything i have previously experienced. but i do not doubt that for the rest of my life, and everything that comes after, i will be entirely, thoroughly, completely grateful for these 18 months as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

D&C 84:88 - "for there I will be also, with angels to bear you up"

love you all to pieces,

hermana reagan curtis

8440 Williams Rod

Richmond BC V7A 1G6

Canada

reagan.curtis@myldsmail.net

reaganinBC.blogspot.com

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