Funny story first: the Elders all have a joke where they take a wet paper towel and throw it up at the ceiling so it sticks and then it falls on someone on the toilet. We all thought they were so silly until the other day I threw one in Hermana Chelson's shower, but it missed and hit the bar and just hung. Tonight, Hermana Chelson threw one into Hermana Eastman's baño - successful aim - Yahoo! The things you do for fun at the MTC.

 Elder Stoddard, Elder Tanner, Hermano Roche, and the Elder I can't remember his name

The first five or so weeks at the MTC, my eyes were completely dry. I had emotions high and low, but my tear factories were un-used, un-involved, Etc. But in the last 4 days: Saturday, I cried because I was so frustrated and homesick and unfocused - in mi entrevista con Hermano Shadle. Monday, I cried to Dan Stevenson because I was so happy about Todd. Tonight, (Tuesday) we had district meeting after a great devotional by John B. Dickson of the 1st Quorum of the Seventy. We started the meeting just normal with DyC 4, business, Etc. We talked about the devotional and Elder Tanner asked us a few questions about what it meant to be missionaries. And he said something about how we pray to our Father in Heaven in Jesus Christ's name, but we never talk directly to Jesus Christ. Then he said we had 15 minutes to write a letter to our elder brother Jesus Christ. Truthfully, I thought it was somewhat cheesy at first and I thought it would be really easy to whip out a letter. I tried to imagine how I would really feel if Jesus Christ were in my presence and what I would say to Him. It was so hard! I felt so humbled and unworthy to have any association with this man. Words to hymns kept coming to my mind “Praise God, from whom all blessings flow” and “Come, thou fount of every blessing.” At the devotional, I sang in the choir and we sang that hymn. At the end, it says “here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it. Seal it for the courts above.” I wrote that line in my letter, I was really touched by it. Others in my district were crying and I joined them. Then we bore our testimonies about the Savior and sang “I Need Thee Every Hour.” It was a very emotional and powerful experience for our district.