A very Merry Christmas to you. 🙂

Can you believe they don’t play Feliz Navidad here?
I can’t get over it.

First of all, I apologize for not responding individually to all of you. I opened my email today and had 47 in the inbox. Thank you, thank you for taking the time to write me, I appreciate all who did. Sadly, not only do I lack the time to respond, but I hardly get to read any. Thank you for your goodness and generosity in emailing me. It means more than you could ever know, especially during the tough moments.

Hands down this was the hardest week yet here in the CCM. I’ve been kind of sick this week & that’s like sitting in an A.P. class while wishing you were in bed. On top of that, our teachers decided we were fooling around with Spanish and can do better, so now I really have no idea what’s going on. How I was ever good at English is a mystery because the grammar that comes with Spanish is causing me grief. However, I memorized the First Vision in Spanish this week so I’m feeling good.

Mother dear, thank you for packing me a first aid kit filled with goodies, but even more so for the oils. The peppermint is a life saver. & thanks for the juice. My companions probably like you more than they like me.

Daddy Niel Holt, all I can say is wow. & thank you for being the kindest person alive. That Christmas package made the morning so sweet & I’ll forever wonder how you decorated it. & I love the letters.

Aunt Carol, thank you, thank you for the Christmas tree & Nativity set. Our little casa is so festive & cute.

New Discoveries…
Our casa is right next to the outside wall, so sometimes we hear American music & it makes us laugh.
I keep forgetting to send you a picture of my schedule so you can understand the chaos that is my
life here.
It’s apparent that life is a struggle bus & you are the passenger when your greatest attribute/talent is volleyball, & in all reality you’re not even good at volleyball.
My companions signed us up to sing in a trio during the Christmas devotional this week & if I live through that experience I’ll let you know. #tryingtobeagoodcomp
Sometimes the girls ask me to do their hair & it makes me feel so good that someone thinks I can do hair.
Something bit my foot.

In Mexico the lemons are supposedly green, so we told one of our teachers that in the U.S. they are yellow, and he did not believe us. He said, “No. Are you joking me? Seriously?”
So he googled it & all of a sudden we hear this loud gasp & he turns the computer to show us the pictures & we’re all laughing, like, we know! So the rest of the day he’d show anyone that walked passed our classroom.

Alright, we’re supposed to prepare a talk each week for Sacrament Meeting, but we haven’t had a normal one yet because of Fast Sunday & then the Temple dedication. That means that this week was the first week there was a possibility we’d speak. So, on Sunday we walk in & life is good because they asked me to lead the music so I thought I was in the clear, but then they announce the speakers & it’s Elder H… who took 5 years of Spanish before the CCM, Hermana J… who speaks fluent Spanish, Elder W… who is pretty good at Spanish, & then me… the kicked cat that spent at least 4 hours translating her talk. Long story short, I’m really, really bad at Spanish right now, but I work hard & that’s what matters. But it was all okay because I had a really neat experience receiving revelation about the Atonement & that was the topic, so it was nice to really ponder about that this week.

I just want to say that the Atonement is so important in my life, & I don’t go a day, maybe even an hour without its use.  Jesus Christ loves you & He died for you. He suffered so He could succor you & lift you up. I testify that He understands the frustration I feel with this language & the longing I have for the familiar. He knows of the headaches, heartache, & desires to improve. He understands the anxiety when I heard my name called from that pulpit, and the way I feel when I’m beat. But, He also knows my joys & peace, & therefore He knows what you need when you struggle, & that is something we should celebrate.

Let us always remember the true reason for this special season.

He was born of humble circumstances, but now we call Him Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace; as we should.

I love you. Merry Christmas.

Hermana Holt

P.S. Dad, thanks for holding FHE & Scripture Study, because when people ask where scriptures are I know the answer & that’s nice.
I’ve also led more music here than I have in my entire life, so if you don’t know how to lead I suggest you learn.

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