"I am called of God. My authority is above that of the Kings of the Earth. By revelation I have been selected as a personal representative of the Lord Jesus Christ. He is my master and He has chosen me to represent Him, to stand in His place, to say and do what He Himself would say and do if He were personally ministering unto the very people to whom He has sent me. My voice is His voice, my acts are His acts, my words are His words, my doctrine is His doctrine. My commission is to do what He wants done, to say what He wants said, to be a living, modern witness in word and deed of the divinity of this Great and Marvelous Latter-Day work. How great is my calling!"
-Bruce R. McConkie

Friday, April 23, 2010

I borrowed a cable that a Sister here has to put these pictures on here. Hope you enjoy. Sorry I don't have much time to print pictures and send them, so this will have to do. Just a little info. The last picture with a bunch of us in front of the temple was taken by Senator Orrin Hatch. Yep... my companion didn't know who it was when she ran up to the first couple she saw coming out of the temple so that all of us could be in the picture. Haha! It's a good story. I was mortified, but I guess he should be able to tell by her accent that she's not American so she's not going to know who he is. She does now, though. We haven't had any more creepy visitors like before, but here's a picture for you just so you can know exactly what I suffer when I go to bed at nights. That one was on the wall next to my bed. I do a thorough inspection now before I get under the covers. The picture with C3PO is in a museum at the capitol. I think I wrote about it before, but it was the actual costume used in Return of the Jedi. Pretty neat! The train was just something that I saw and it reminded me of Dad so I took a picture of it. We didn't have time to read anything about it, but it's a train so I thought you'd like to see it. One picture that I forgot to take this week was when I ate CHICKEN FEET. Gross! It was in a soup and they gave me lots. They still have the claws and everything in them. They just give you the whole foot and you have to tear everything apart and suck it off the bones. I went for just picking little pieces off of the bones and eating what I can. The members didn't seem to mind that I was struggling with it because they knew it was my first time, but because my companion is from Mexico they made sure that she got every last bit of "meat" off of the bones. I put meat in parenthesis because it's more like chewy flesh. The texture was a lot like the cow stomach that I told you about before. I've decided that my favorite country is El Salvador because they don't eat anything weird like chicken feet and cow stomach. Just good 'ole Pupusas. There's a picture of us making them with a couple of investigators. I finally learned how! Yum.... We are going to have a pupusa party when I get home. They're so good! Basically, this week has gone by so fast that I can't remember what's happened lately. Sorry I'm kind of scatter brained and can't write a good letter. I did get the Easter package. Thanks a bunch! I absolutely loved the songs! It made me want to come sing with everyone again. My companion can't carry a tune by herself so I'm stuck singing the melody with her all the time. She wanted to try to sing a duet in sacrament meeting and we started practicing and it's impossible to follow her with an alto line because she changes keys all the time. Anyway, we are singing a duet at the baptism this sunday. Hopefully it will go okay when she has a piano to follow. I miss being able to harmonize with people. She also wants to learn how to play the piano so I've been teaching her some scales and the notes and stuff. But I can't remember the acronym that you use for the bottom hand on the lines. Can you help me out with that one Mom? I know the spaces on the bottom are All Cars Eat Gas. It's just been too long since I was learning how to play. Anyway, I've got to go, but I hope you all have a wonderful week. I love you! and enjoy the pictures. Love,Hermana Larsen

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