August 4, 2014

Hey Mom,

 

LANGUAGE CLASSES HAVE BEEN APPROVED. Let me say that again for emphasis. Language classes approved. They're going to start this week and Zoki will be our teacher. The man speaks 20 languages, have I mentioned that before? So hopefully he'll be a good teacher. President Weidmann asked at his baptism if he would be willing to do it, and had the elders work out a fee to pay him. Three times a week, an hour each. Now of course we have the problem of where to meet. Wouldn't it be great if we had a regular church building? But still. Sister Schofield was on the phone with the elders one night and told me and said the expression on my face was priceless. I was so excited and happy. I gave her a hug. 

It was really cool, too because I had been praying about the language that morning, and later when doing personal study I read this parable, "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:

For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?

Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?" Reading it, I felt like it was God saying to me that He was definitely going to help me out with the language, and in a huge way. I felt so inspired that I copied it to a piece of paper and taped it to my wall. I meant to tell Sister Schofield about it but then forgot until she told me about the classes being approved later that night.

Metia and Negat's son, Yacin, is getting baptized this Saturday. Negat says he wants us to talk to his mom and see if she's interested in the church.

Not much else is really happening. Today we went to an American-style bakery and it was so weird. It was pretty accurate since the lady who owns it had lived in America before, but it was weird to see what stuck out to them about America and weird that it doesn't feel normal to me anymore.

I love you,

Sister Riddle