Monday, October 16, 2017

Unexpected transfer

Buenos Dias!

You should be getting an email from Hermana McCoy with a video. Why? Because my life has changed since I emailed you this morning. (Julianne emailed a quick good luck message early this morning to do with something she knew I had going on today.) We are getting emergency transferred to the very south-est area of the mission. I will be in a trio with Hermana Smith from the CCM so that will be cool to spend some time with her. Her companion has been having medical issues the past two transfers and now they are sending her home on a plane tomorrow for emergency surgery. I don't know exactly what is going on, but she was dying (finishing her mission) this transfer anyway, so luckily she is only leaving two weeks early. Hermana McCoy and I are packing up our stuff and leaving our apartment today to move in with Hermana Smith in Toms River. We were driving to the grocery store when President texted us asking us to call him. 

So, got to go pack. Then say goodbye to the neighbors. Then probably drive for around 4 hours to get the other sisters to the mission home and then back to the south again. Who knows if I will be coming back to Red Bank after transfers, so it's a little sad I can't say goodbye to any of the members. We might be coming back up to Red Bank once or twice to meet with an investigator, but other than that the area will have English missionaries, but not Spanish for the next two weeks. Our ward has Spanish elders as well but just in a neighboring area, so they will probably take care of the members in our area for the next little while as well as their own. So it should all be fine. It sure is an adventure! Hermana McCoy and I are going to try and hit one of the restaurants here that we have been meaning to try before we leave. 

A few other things that happened this week:
* A member called me fat during dinner together (because Hispanics are just super honest about that stuff) and then 2 hours later one of our new investigators who can't pronounce Croft, called me Hermana Cow. That was a rough day. 
* My companion and I were trying to find a less active last night, but his address was impossible, mostly because they changed all the street names. So we asked a man sitting on his porch for directions and ended the conversation 30 minutes later with him offering us $100 just for whatever we needed because we told him he couldn't take us out to a fancy dinner because it was Sunday. No he wasn't hitting on us (He was actually going to invite his girlfriend to dinner as well), Hispanics are just very very giving people. 
* I watched one of the members eat a chicken foot with the nails still attached and everything. Luckily I didn't have to eat the foot myself, just the chicken it used to be connected to cooked together in the same pot. 
* We met a woman one the street who stopped us and told us she was a member, but hadn't been to church in three years. She then gave us her name, number, and address and told us to come over that week. Super cool! Definitely a miracle. She speaks english so we will be passing her on to the English sisters.

Sorry I don't have time to write more! Have a good week!
Hermana Croft


Monday, October 2, 2017

Happy Autumn

Buenas Tardes! 

What an absolutely lovely weekend it has been here in New Jersey. The weather has turned the corner into autumn, and I am thoroughly enjoying it. There are leaves to crunch underfoot and the sheer amount of acorns near both our apartment and the church astounds me. These are even more delightful to step on than the leaves, if you can believe it. I tried to refrain from crushing them at first for the sake of the squirrels that are collecting food for the winter (because there are seriously a TON of squirrels here!) But sometimes when you are knocking doors and having no luck, you need the simple pleasure of squishing an acorn to the pavement. 

The spirit was just in the air this conference weekend. We watched all four sessions at the church, 3 in English and 1 in Spanish. My notes from that session are a little confusing. They are all in Spanglish and I've got a lot of unfinished sentences where I couldn't quite understand what was going on. I'm sure I will get a lot from going back over these talks as I have time. Frankly I'm sure I will get a lot out of re-reading ALL the talks. I really loved Elder Jeffery R. Holland's talk, and Tad R. Callister's is perfect for a less-active we are working with. As I watched, taking my own notes, the names of people we are teaching would pop into my mind and I would write them down. By the end of the conference I had just about everybody's name scattered somewhere throughout my notebook. Needless to say, my lesson plans for the next couple weeks are going to be centered around the revelation we received this past weekend. 

In between sessions on Sunday we experienced some serious miscommunications with a less-active man we were supposed to meet up with to teach. After he didn't answer the door we wandered to the side of the house where we heard some men talking. They knew our less-active, but wasn't sure where he was. Upon discovering we spoke Spanish they asked if we were from Spain (cause, white girls) and when we responded no, we were American one became especially interested. I picked up the phone and tried to call the less-active again, so I wasn't listening too closely. Soon words like beautiful, and boyfriend caught my attention. I tuned in right in time to hear an approximately 40 year old Hispanic man propose to my companion. She declined saying she was only here to teach about Christ. He offered to listen to all the lessons if she would marry him afterwards. To which she responded that she was only 19 years old. All the better, he said as I tried to interpret both the conversation and answer the less-active who I had now got on the phone, in my brain. Using the phone call as an excuse, we left in a hurry. This is actually the second time Hermana McCoy has been proposed to on her mission. Apparently it is an easy way to become a US citizen. 

The war with the crickets rages on, and unfortunately the battle territory has grown. We are now experiencing attacks on two different fronts, with the little guys appearing in the kitchen and bathroom. I was all for continuing to use the 409 cleaning spray to keep them at bay, having found it to be effective in preventing them from retreating to safe ground (namely holes we have discovered in our baseboards) mid battle. However Hermana McCoy was feeling increasingly guilty about this after a less-active (whom we were attempting to bond with over funny bug stories) pronounced our methods to be inhumane due to the bleach component in our cleaning spray. We were left at a stand still, with Hermana McCoy refusing to use the 409, but also being unwilling to go out on the front lines herself with some other weapon. Luckily the Lord has provided for His servants, and in this our time of need, we were able to fall back on the skills we have acquired as missionaries. Thinking from the cricket's perspective, as we would when planning a lesson for an investigator, we started with the end goal in mind and worked backwards from there, weaving backup plans in as we went. With companionship unity as a guiding force, we were able to concoct and execute a flawless plan of extermination. When victory was certain with the bug securely trapped under a tupperwear box (that has now officially been dubbed the bug box, and will never again be used to hold food), we opted instead to extend the hand of mercy and slide a piece of cardboard beneath the box so we could deposit him outside (a great distance from the apartment). I felt a little like Captain Moroni throughout the whole process. 

Well, happy fall everyone! We have enjoyed listening to all the messages from conference, now it is time to apply them to our lives! I hope to be able to go in the the next General Conference ready for increased revelation having taken the counsel of the apostles to heart over the past six months and as a result grown more into the person God wants me to be. Love you!


Hermana Croft 

This is one of the crickets. He is a little on the smaller end. In fact, come to think of it, this is the very cricket we captured and then let go outside. 

This is the park by the river where we ate sack lunches today and read emails.
Acai bowl: yum!

 The face mask is from last Monday.

 Pretty houses and a fun Little Free Library in Red Bank.

Monday, September 25, 2017

¡Buenas Tardes!

This week was a little different from most, so that was fun. We had lots of lessons in the mornings, which was unusual. We are meeting with several different people to teach them, and a couple seem interested in learning about the gospel as well.

The natural disasters have had a big impact on the work here. A lot of the people I talk to everyday are from Mexico and still have family back there. So far all of the relatives of the members in our branch have been fine, but one of our new investigators hasn't been able to contact her family since the earthquake. She has no idea what happened to them. I can't imagine how hard that would be. Just keep the people of Mexico, Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, Caribbean islands, and the parts of America that were hit in your prayers. There was a lot of damage done. Another one of our investigators is actually down in Florida right now helping to rebuild as rapidly as possible. 

Also, General Conference! I am sooo excited! We watched Women's Conference with the sisters this week in the church. I didn't understand a ton at the time, because it was all in Spanish, but I could still feel the spirit. And happiest day: we had an investigator come watch with us, and she loved it! I am excited get answers to my own questions this weekend, but just as excited to share the messages with my investigators and watch as the spirit teaches them. Yay! 

Well, I've got to go now, but remember to smile and be happy this week. Why? Because we have a living prophet who is going to give us revelation from God. It doesn't get better than that.


Hermana Croft 

Questions and Answers:
* You mentioned doing service at the library. What do you do there? And do you do it every week? 
     We do service every week in the library in a neighboring town. We re-shelve books and help put together little craft kits that the kids can do in the after school programs. It is very small, only one room (Grandma Dalton could probably double the size of the library just by herself) but I've grown to appreciate its charm. And discovered many interesting children's book authors including: Julie Andrews, Weird Al, and Jimmy Fallon. 

* Who is the less active that came to the branch activity? Was it the one that you met with at the Soul Kitchen?
     The less active who came to the activity is not the man we meet with once a week in the Soul Kitchen. It is this spunky old women from El Salvador who refuses to speak entirely English, or Spanish, opting instead for constant Spanglish. This throws off Hermana McCoy but is perfect for me! We are meeting with her tomorrow night and she promised to provide Pupusas. Yum! The man we meet at the Soul Kitchen is from Oaxaca, Mexico and is super confusing because he doesn't really want to talk about gospel things, but loves meeting with us every week. He always asks me to sing for him, so we are going to try and get him to come to church by telling him I will be singing. 

* Since you are now in your second transfer, do you get to start driving? 
     Hermana McCoy is still the designated driver. 

* Do you say a prayer every time you get in the car to drive anywhere like Aunt Rachel did when we visited her on her mission? And anytime you back up, does one of you have to guide the driver out of the parking spot? I just remember thinking that was kind of hilarious. And yet, now it makes a whole lot of sense. 
     I am the designated backer-upper. Sometimes people give me super weird looks when I do this. We pray every time we leave our house and before and after every lesson. And if we just haven't prayed in a while and we are about to do some finding in a different area. Basically, we just pray a lot. 

* How do transfers work in your mission? Do you get calls the night before or morning of? If things were changing up, would you all meet somewhere local and then trade companions and areas? 
     Transfers are via a group call with the whole mission. President puts all on mute and then goes through area by area, only reading out the changes. Then the people who are transferred go to Morristown Tuesday morning and have a quick meeting before heading off to their new areas. This is also where all the new missionaries meet their trainers, and all the old missionaries gather to spend a night in the mission home before getting on a plane. 

* Did you get any extra wind and rain from Hurricane Jose as it passed by you on Tuesday/Wednesday? Did you even notice anything different or did it just feel like a normal storm? 
     We got a little rain and wind, but it wasn't bad.

* Did you sing in Sacrament Meeting yet?
     I have not sung yet, it will probably be after General and Stake Conferences. 


Monday, September 18, 2017

Feasting...on the Word and Latin American food

Things that happened: 

* We discovered a very large bug in our supply closet. We tried to catch said bug, and ended up losing it in the process (which was even scarier than finding it in the first place!) But our prayers were answered, and we were able to find and kill him the next day. (By the way, bleach makes a great bug killer. Especially if you don't want to get close enough to actually squish it. I have utilized this cleaning spray method twice now in this apartment). When we were explaining this all to the ladies at the library where we do service, they informed us that this specific cricket eats paper and fabric. So, it makes sense he was hanging out in the supply closet with all the pamphlets and Books of Mormon (Book of Mormons?). He was literally feasting on the words of Christ! 

* The branch activity on Friday went great! Elder Langi (my former Zone Leader, as he was transferred out just today) played the guitar and sang along with me. The members in the audience joined in for the last chorus. And now they want me to sing in church next week. 

* Also about the activity. It was a culture night with our branch, celebrating all the different Latin American countries they come from. Literally every person who came brought some sort of traditional dish from their país. We had food from Guatemala, the Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Bolivia, and of course Mexico. It was delicious! The walls were all decorated with flags and streamers. And at the end, 5 couples in the branch performed a traditional Mexican dance. All in all, a really fun night. We even had a less active we have been working with come! 

* Transfers! As a baby, I stay where I am for another 6 weeks with Sister McCoy. 
Love, Me


Monday, September 11, 2017


Thank you as always for your email! I love hearing about what everyone is up to. And I was endlessly jealous of your adventure down in Provo with Melissa!* Hermana McCoy was interested to discover that it was merely reading about a concert that caused a multitude of oohs, ahhs, sighs, giggles, and squeaks to escape me. But if I'm honest, that happens every time I read an email from home. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good it is preferable, but I'll settle for reading the adventures of others if need be. And you all have been very adventurous as of late, what with your hammocks, soccer tournaments, and crepes. 

I have been slightly adventurous as well. This week we met with a less active member at the restaurant he works at to eat lunch and then teach him a small lesson. Coolest of all cool things, he works at the Soul Kitchen, a little restaurant owned by Bon Jovi to give back to the community. All the proceeds go to charity and nobody is ever turned away. If they can't pay, they just do an hour of service in the gardens for their meal. And boy do they have beautiful gardens, because everything they cook is 100% organic. I never knew Bon Jovi was such a cool dude. 

Today has also been very exciting! We went to the beach! It is only 20 minutes away from our house. I practiced an old Spanish folk song I will be singing with one of the elders at an activity with the branch on Friday, and Hermana McCoy tossed around a football with the other elder. We also explored a little shop in Red Bank while we waited for our Dominos pizza to be finished. Yeah, it's been a good day. 

 I love love love you all! Just yesterday I pondered on how very blessed I am to have the family and friends I do. I have lived a wonderful life, and had countless great experiences. 


Hermana Croft 

P.S. Also, I love the care package! I got it Tuesday at district meeting and I have already eaten all the lifesavers... :) The socks have been very cozy in the mornings while we plan. Hermana McCoy appreciated a box of the cereal this morning for breakfast. But my favorite part was the letter. Everybody sounded just like themselves in my head as I read it. I love letters! And I love y'all! 


* My sister Melissa and I went to Provo to see Tony award winner Renee Elise Goldsberry (aka Angelica Schuyler in Broadway's "Hamilton") in concert at BYU. And then afterwards, crepes for dessert at the Roll Up where Julianne used to work. And if you know Julianne, she is a big fan of any and all things theatre and music...especially if it's "Hamilton related. She and I saw Leslie Odom Jr (aka Aaron Burr, also from "Hamilton") last year at the same BYU concert series. Hammocks have to do with Rebekah and Brandon, and soccer is to do with Lilian

A snippet of a funny email conversation between Brandon and Julianne...
Brandon: Hopefully your mission starts going by faster than it is right now because right now, it's going about at fast as a speeding microorganism on the shell of a snail on a salted snowed in street. So, pretty dang slow.

Julianne: Brother my favorite brother! I don't know how you can say time is going by as slowly a microorganism on the shell of a snail on a salted snowed in street, because for me time is speeding away with the swiftness of a _______ (insert your favorite jungle cat here. I usually go for a puma or panther, but I like to switch it up now and then. Of course, cheetahs are the fastest, but where is the fun in that? Everyone always uses cheetahs to denote speed. And the other jungle cats are pretty speedy too, where is their recognition?)

Monday, September 4, 2017

Applying the deodorant

Hola! ¿Cómo está? 

Well things are moving right along here in the Armpit of America. We have been encouraging family history with our members lately. This week we had a senior couple who are family history specialists come to our chapel and work with the members. Everyone who came left with a family name they could take to the temple, and the ward family history specialist was super excited to see so many people there! Since Hermana McCoy has served around the senior couple before, they offered to take us out to dinner before the event. 

Fun fact: whilst at dinner, we discovered that we actually know each other. Mila and Chris Cutler are part of the Culter clan in Centerville, and they remembered dad. Sister Cutler even commented that I look a lot like him. Anyway, they say hi. 

Altogether dinner was delightful, especially because I was able to get me some Asian cuisine. Needless to say, I eat a lot of Hispanic food here, so it was fun to go out and get something a little different. Hermana McCoy was brave and even tried a little bit of my Sushi. However, she was horrified to discover that she had just eaten eel. But she did say that given a choice between sushi, and the cow foot we ate at a members house this week, she would pick the sushi. 

Yes, you did read that correctly. This week I had the opportunity to try cow foot soup. The soup part wasn't bad, sort of a spicy tomato based broth with onions and cilantro. However, I can't say I was a fan of the chunks of cow foot swimming in it. It doesn't have a strong flavor, just a really weird texture. Very fatty, basically all the parts of meat you would cut off were served as the main course. 

We found a really cool lady this week from El Salvador who seems really interested in learning more about the gospel. She even asked us to text her and remind her to read the Book of Mormon at night because she knows it is important and she doesn't want to forget. Unfortunately, other than her and a couple others, we don't have a ton of investigators. We live in a really rich white area, so it is tricky to find people to teach. (Speaking of rich white people: we drove by Bon Jovi's house today. It is really hard to see from the road because of the trees, but he has a really nice, long driveway). 

Spanish is a constant battle, and I'm not really sure who has the upper hand right now. But that's okay, I know it will come with time. And when I take a step back and really think about how well I am able to communicate having only studied this language for 2 months, it is clear the Lord is helping me. 

I have had lots of experiences this week where I have been able to learn a little better how the Lord answers my prayers. For me, it is usually through the Book of Mormon that I receive His counsel. I really love that book. 

Have a good week! 

Hermana Croft 

 A car I found when we were knocking at an apartment complex, looking for a house that didn't actually end up existing. 
(An inside joke that will make a whole lot more sense to Rebekah, Tanner and Jordan...) ;)   

We found these pills when cleaning out the apartment. Missionaries in the Spanish program take care of each other. 

Monday, August 28, 2017

¡¡Feliz Cumpleaños!!

Yo sé tu cumpleaños no es hoy, pero no puedo escribir tu en miércoles, entonces estoy celebrando tu cumpleaños hoy. 
(Translation...cause I had to look it up so I'm assuming many of you would have to as well: I know your birthday is not today, but I cannot write you on Wednesday, so I'm celebrating your birthday today.)

Happy Birthday Mommy 💕
Sounds like life is moving right along for you down in Utah. The start of the school year is always a fun busy time. You can feel the energy and excitement like a charge in the air. I love it! 

I'm glad you were able to go to another Depech Mode concert, and that you enjoyed it so much. I loved your description of the bass. I haven't been to many concerts, but my first year of college you treated me to several and I've decided that I love them. Live music is ten times better than any recording, even when that recording is an old timey record. Really I just love experiencing new things and different cultures, so the mission has been super fun, lots of adventures. Also, I can't believe it has been a year since we saw Josh Groban, but you are right! 

The solar eclipse sounds cool, but I really don't know anything about it. It was a P-day for us but we didn't have any of those fancy glasses, so we just kind of ignored it. We played sports with our zone and then everyone went outside for a second and used our tablet camera to look at it, but it wasn't the best view. So if you got some cool pictures I'd love to see them. I thought your pictures of each person with the glasses on were really funny. And I like your thoughts about everyone looking up. :) 

Also, will you see if you can Google Jon Bon Jovi's address for me? Fun fact: Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, and Queen Latifah all have houses in my area. There is a soup kitchen like place we pass all the time that Bon Jovi runs. It's pretty cool.

I love you so much! I hope you have a fantastic birthday! Eat some of that fancy sugar cookie, fruit pastry you always make. Listen to your happy music (I'm not sure what that is. For me, it's Broadway.). Take an hour to read a good book. And maybe visit the temple. That has become a favorite birthday tradition of mine. I'll be sad when I don't get to go this year, but that's okay, I'm sure I'll be busy sharing the gospel. 

Thank you for your emails every week. I love the news and pictures. I appreciate your historian attitude, sharing all the details. I am trying to be better at that while I am on my mission, taking more pictures and writing in my journal everyday. Although I don't have time to type everything, I will have plenty of stories to share when I get home.

Hermana Croft 

Recent picture/video discriptions:
- I made a cake in a cup to celebrate you! Also, that was the only candle we had.
- The blue bus really isn't significant at all, I just liked the color.
- We go finding at a train station all the time and it makes me so happy to see the trains coming and going from New York! And it really is just 3 bucks for a ticket (name that musical)!


Also, this pic showed up on the New Jersey Morristown Mission FB page this week during Zone Conferences.

Monday, August 21, 2017

The Armpit of America?

My goodness, so many things have happened there is simply no possible way for me to tell you about all of them. So I'm going to cover the main points in bullet form.

* I left the CCM. Sad, but exciting. I left before Hermana Price, but then right as we were getting ready to board the plane to Atlanta she came walking into the terminal! Yay! One last hug, and off we went on our own separate journeys. I love that girl. I will miss her.

* I made it to New Jersey! The mission president's wife was waiting for us at the airport and we all drove together to the mission home. I was in a group of 5 coming from Mexico, but there were 16 other missionary who got in a couple hours earlier from Provo. In total we got 17 new elders and 4 new sisters to the mission. We spent the first night in the mission home, with a really rather delicious home cooked meal, and comfortable bed. It is good to be back in the USA. 

* Tuesday morning after a devotional, I met my new companion. It was really crazy how they did it. Everybody stood in a big circle surrounding the new missionaries on one side and the trainers on the other. Then one by one President Hess would call us to the middle and announce our trainers. Everyone was cheering, pushing to see, snapping pictures or taking videos. It was kind of ironic being in a mob made entirely of missionaries. My trainers name is Hermana McCoy. She is from a tiny farming town in southern Utah, has been out for 10 months now. She is just great. Very patient with me in explaining everything, and she usually has to explain things more than once, especially if we are speaking Spanish.

* My first area is in Red Bank, New Jersey. It is pretty big. It takes about 45 minutes to drive from one end of our area to the other. We are right on the east coast and about half way down the state. I haven't been to Newark yet, which I've heard is interesting, but from what I've seen of New Jersey, I can no longer rightfully call it the armpit of America. The houses here are SO cute! They are all done in colonial style with pillars, porches, and shutters on the windows. Also, it is very green here. And yes, also humid. My hair is going curlier than it was in Mexico.

* The first night we had 3 lessons in the evening with members. Sister McCoy warned me that we might end up getting dinner at two of the houses. And with the Hispanics, you are not suppose to turn down food. They offer it to you as a sign of appreciation and love, and if you don't eat everything they give you they can get really offended. First house, big dinner, pasta. I was full, but the woman asked if I wanted dessert, Sister McCoy gave me the eye, so I said yes and ate some ice cream. Second house, more food, and a large helping at that. This time we had beans, salsa and home made tortilla chips. By this time my skirt was feeling a little snug. When we got to the third house it was late enough that they were cleaning up the kitchen, so I thought we were in the clear. Nope. The wife immediately directed us to the table and started making more food. She presented us with the most interesting combination of the night: fried eggs, black beans, and a slice of mystery cheese, all on top of left over tortillas saturated in a green chili salsa. I smiled and continued to eat as my stomach stretched to maximum capacity. 
When we got back to the apartment that night,  I felt a little sick, but I had earned the acceptance of the members and the respect of Sister McCoy. 

Okay,  so that is everything I wrote before my email crashed last Monday. 

Answers to your questions:
* My address is: 59 Manor Drive, Red Bank, New Jersey, 07701 (But only letters can be sent here. All packages need to go to the office.)

* I don't have a ward, only a branch. But the members are really welcoming, and patient with my Spanish. The President of the branch is only 27 years old! Crazy! But he does a super good job. He wife was also the Relief Society president, but they released her this week, which is probably a good thing. I can only  imagine how stressful it would be just to be President's wife while still attending school, let alone running the Relief Society in a needy branch. 

* We have a car, but I am not allowed to drive it the first transfer. So I am in charge of the phone. I have learned how to text the members and investigators in Spanish pretty well, but I still let Hermana McCoy handle the phone calls, because trying to understand rapid Spanish through speaker phone is hard! (Side note: one of our potential investigators just called asking when we were coming back! I understood a lot! I think I am getting better at understanding phones calls. Also, apparently she is going to feed us something... We already have two other dinner appointments tomorrow night. Perhaps I should start fasting now in preparation...)
* The locked door story: apparently the lock has never really worked in our apartment. Hermana McCoy spend the entire last transfer here without ever being able to use the lock. I was not a fan of this, and neither was the mission presidents wife when she found out. So we spent a good part of the day talking with the landlord, mission office, and a lock smith. At one point I was able to get it to lock, but then I couldn't unlock it! I was stuck outside and Hermana McCoy inside! Ahhhh! We used the mail slot to pass the phone back and forth. 

¡Hermana, tiene una corazón de una mexicana!

New Jersey is great! The Hispanics are extremely giving people and I am anxious to learn more Spanish so I can communicate with them better. 

The title of this email comes from last night when we had dinner with a member family. The husband exclaimed this when I decided I wanted my elote un pocito más picante. An elote is a Mexican favorite. It's a cob of corn coated in mayonnaise, with crumbly Mexican cheese and chili powder sprinkled on top. Usually they are served hot, mine was cold. Not bad, but also not my favorite, so I thought adding some more spice to block out the other flavors was an okay idea. 
They also taught us how to make papusas which was amazing! I was first introduced to papusas in Belize last summer. They are these delicious stuffed pancakes from El Salvador. Basically you take beans, meat, cheese, rice, spinach or whatever else you want in it and roll it up into a ball then cover it with dough. Flatten out the dough into a pancake shape and throw it on the grill to cook for a couple minutes. Add a little salsa once its all done, and mmm! Delicious!

Another fun story from the week happened while we were finding at the train station. As we were walking, a guy called out "Jehovah?" thinking we were Jehovah's Witnesses. We stopped and explained who we were. He was probably in his late 20's or early 30's and a Catholic theology teacher at a high school nearby. He had heard about the Mormons but had some questions about how our missions worked. We explained a little, and he commented on how young and adorable I looked, not believing I was 19. We needed to get going to an appointment, so my companion told him he could find any information he wanted on, to which he responded, "What if I want to find her number?" gesturing at me. Cue awkward laugher and explanations for needing to leave again...  ;)

Hermana Croft 

(This is Sister Bennett, a friend of Rebekah's from Utah State University. Rebekah had told her to keep an eye out for Julianne. They met pretty quick after Julianne arrived in Jersey at a zone conference.)

Thursday, August 3, 2017

¡Ay caramba!

¡Ay caramba! Only three more days in the CCM! 

I leave for the CCM Monday morning at 3:30. Nonsense, since my flight doesn´t leave until 7:45 but it is an hour drive to the airport and they what to make sure we don't miss our flights. 

At lunch this week the Latino Elders were asking me and Hermana Price a bunch of question about when we wanted to get married after our missions.¨How many kids do you want?" "Do you want to get married in the Mexico City Temple? No, what about the Tijuana Temple?" "Do you want to marry a Latino or an American?" When my companion responded she wants an African American husband they were confused. "No, no, no, Latino or American?" Apparently those are my only two options for a spouse. They won´t accept any other race. I think the Elders have a little crush on Hermana Price. I can't count how many times they told her she had beautiful eyes. ¡Ay caramba  Elders! 

This week was good. Unfortunately I don't have any time to tell you about it. ¡Lo siento! But we had a really great devotional Tuesday and my talk went well on Sunday. I am excited and nervous for New Jersey. And a little sad, because Hermana Price won't be coming with me. But at least I get to keep Hermana Kim and Hermana Smith. 

I love you!! Keep smiling!
Hermana Croft

An email I received from the Mexico MTC president:

Dear Sister Croft,

You have an outstanding daughter who is becoming a fantastic missionary…in fact she already is!

She is hard working, energetic, happy, obedient, and a very capable teacher.  Together w/ her companion I attended a Relief Society class they taught together and they were magnificent.  You should be very proud, she has been a delight and we are extremely grateful the Lord sent her here for her MTC experience.  All the very best!

Curtis Bennett
Mexico Missionary Training Center