Week 1- Becoming Who I Am Supposed To Be

What's good everyone?! I've been at the MTC (missionary training center) for a total of 47 hours and I can honestly say that I can feel the change starting in my heart and the growth in my testimony.

My first impression of the MTC: I have never seen so many beautiful prople assembled together in one place. Everyone is so nice and well dressed and they have this cookies and cream milk that is to die for. I'm not going to lie the 1st day was a little rough. I felt bad for the guy next to me on the plane because he probably thought I was having a mental breakdown, but I eventually sucked it up. Luckily when I got to the SLC airport I immediately met two sisters from Arizona that were amazing! I was so relieved that they were both 20 because I seriously feel like an old maid here. Most of the elders are baby faced and straight outta high school and most of the sisters are 19. I'm actually the oldest person in my whole zone. RIP.

My companion Sister Crawford and I have 4 other roommates. It's quite the change going from living like a princess in a mansion of a sorority to being crammed into a room that's smaller than most dorm rooms with 5 other girls. My roommates and I are all pretty different. They are all from Utah and are all really nice. But we bond over Jesus and Harry Potter and stuff. We actually have a lot of fun. Today is our P-day for the week and we all went and played volleyball this morning. We don't keep score and most of the people playing are pretty bad but today I was on a team with this stud of an Elder. He is like 6'4 and his club team last year placed third in the nation. Him and I teamed up and rigged the thing so I was all around setter. I would set him some ones and he would kill them and they would go straight down. They were actual rockets not even close to the 10 foot line and the elders and sisters on the other team would about wet themselves every time I got a ball set up for him. We showed no mercy and it was a good time.

My favorite part of this last few day was when Sister Jones, the wife to one of our branch leaders, gave a talk. During lessons and activities I've often found myself wondering what I have gotten myself into and think things like why am I here, I'm not as strong as all these younger kids and I won't be able to go out and be a good and successful missionary. But Sister Jones reminded me that God doesn't call the qualified, but he qualifies the called. How lucky am I to accept that calling. Heavenly Father chose me and for the next 18 months I get to, as the great Carrie Underwood once said let "Jesus take the wheel" and let him mold and shape me into who he wants me to be. And with that I get to go out and help others become who they are supposed to be by sharing the Doctrine of Christ with them. What a sacred and wonderful responsibility.

I am about to go to the temple with some elders and sisters in my zone and I am so excited! I love the temple! I have missed you all and miss home, but I know this is where I am needed. I know that through coming unto Christ and being obedient to him we will become who we are truly supposed to be.

Ether 12;27 says

"And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give into them weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them."

I love this scripture because we all have different strengths and weaknesses but if we work hard and have faith, our weaknesses can become our biggest strengths! I've learned a lot about my personal weaknesses this week. It actually kinda makes me excited because I know that one day the tables are going to turn and with the help of the Savior they will become some of my best assets.

Thank you for all the love, letters and emails! Keep them coming!

Love,

Sister Fisher