We started TRC (training resource center) appointments this week, this week we had to do two lessons in our native language (next week we're supposed to do one in español which will be absolutely horrific). Anyway, we signed up to teach this girl named Alex, who was a "non-member" that went to BYU and wanted to know more about the gospel. The first time we just got to know her and shared a brief message on prayer, the next time we were supposed to actually teach a lesson. Yesterday, when when we had our last lesson, we went in prepared to give the message of the restoration de el evangelio, we ended up talking about prayer for yet another 25 minutes (that's the whole time period of the lesson). Which I guess is what she (or her character) had questions about, so at least the lesson was tailored to her. I talked to Caleb, Nate, and Josh about their experiences with TRCs my favorite quote on it goes to Caleb, "You'll look back on those and wonder how you ever taught a lesson that bad." So, it seems there's nowhere to go but up my friends, and man, do we need to go up. The next lesson will probably be an even greater trainwreck, but I assume that's exactly what it's supposed to be.
Anywho, I had many classes, this week learned a lot of great stuff, and took a lot of notes; but my favorite thing I learned this week is that an Elder in my district is the Grandson of a former Asian dictator (Laos to be specific). Apparently his mom grew up in a palace with servants before the monarchy collapsed (the country is communist now I think?) and then she escaped became a member at some point and somehow settled down in Far West Utah- which I have since learned is NOT just that one exit where I stopped to eat every other day for softball freshman year- wild.
It was great to have the day off for Thanksgiving! I got to see some of my extended family and eat the day away.
Why is a day full of eating Turkey the most tiring day of the year? I felt absolutely exhausted the entire day, but man am I grateful for rolls, pie, mashed potatoes, and layered jello (the only thanksgiving foods as far as I'm concerned). Also, I'm thankful for mi familia, Jesucristo, y el evangelio I guess ;). I definitely say those a lot in my prayers because they're three of the 15 Spanish words I can remember off the top of my head.
Anyway much love from Hermana Shelton, I'm off to go enjoy the rest of my P-day.
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