Monday, September 29, 2014

Week 60:August 18, 2014

Mother of pearl, I think this past week might have been the happiest of my life.
It's weird, too, because it's not because Inna has suddenly started doing really well or that anything has been easier. I think it started with Tuesday's district meeting.
Elder Hampton taught about how we should treat other people, and it correlated perfectly with all of the stuff that I learned a few months earlier about how to help somebody change. He talked about how to become the kind of person that enables other people to be their best selves and reach their potential, and how becoming that kind of person has everything to do with becoming like Christ.
It's funny that I'm always surprised to rediscover again and again that just because Christ lived a perfect life didn't mean that he wasn't relatable or that He held people at a distance because they weren't worthy to be in His presence. His influence was one that pulled others close and taught them without hypocrisy or fear that the love he extended wouldn't be returned. 
Learning about that kind of love has been the most liberating thing about my mission. It's been an especially powerful lesson that I've learned in the past two weeks. 
I hadn't realized it, but over my mission I had come to value being professional and doing things the right way a little more than I should have. Especially training someone! Every little thing that was done incorrectly would stress me out because I felt like being a good trainer meant that I would teach her all of the rules and how to follow them with exactness. I would always think, "What would (insert good missionary's name here) do? How would they react?" and then I'd try to react that way. Which is so dumb! That district meeting made me realize that the only thing I need to worry about is making sure that patience is a part of my character; that my first reaction is to mirror what Christ would have me do and not worry about correcting someone in the way that I think another missionary would expect them to be corrected. Once again, I don't have the words to express the heart of what I'm learning but I hope you can get an idea of what I'm trying to explain.
Elder Hampton used a really cool quote by David O. Mckay, though. 
He said, "Every person who lives in this world wields an influence, whether for good or for evil. It is not what he says alone, it is not alone what he does. It is what he is. Every man, every person radiates what he or she is. Every person is a recipient of radiation. The Savior was conscious of that. Whenever he came into the presence of an individual, he sensed that radiation—whether it was the woman of Samaria with her past life; whether it was the woman who was to be stoned or the men who were to stone her; whether it was the statesman, Nicodemus, or one of the lepers. He was conscious of the radiation from the individual. And to a degree so are you, and so am I. It is what we are and what we radiate that affects the people around us. As individuals, we must think nobler thoughts. We must not encourage vile thoughts or low aspirations. We shall radiate them if we do. If we think noble thoughts, if we encourage and cherish noble aspirations, there will be that radiation when we meet people, especially when we associate with them. The effect of our words and acts is tremendous in this world. Every moment of life you are changing to a degree the lives of the whole world. … So, it’s not the surroundings, it isn’t the positions; the thing that will influence [others] in this world, are personalities. No matter what you are people will feel and recognize this. You radiate, you can’t hide it. You may pretend something else, but that will not affect people. It is important … that we seek, both in life and in books, the companionship of the best and noblest men and women. [Thomas] Carlyle, a great English writer, says that “Great men taken up in any way are profitable company. We cannot look, however imperfectly, upon a great man, without gaining something by him. He is the living ‘light-fountain,’ which it is good and pleasant to be near. If you will study the lives of these great “light-fountains” of the world, you will learn of at least one thing that has made their names endure. It is this: Each one has given something of his life to make the world better. They did not spend all their time seeking only pleasure and ease, and a “good time” for themselves alone, but found their greatest joy in making others happy and more comfortable. All such good deeds live forever, even though the world may never hear of them. No good deed, no kind word can be spoken without its effect being felt for good upon all. Sometimes the good may be infinitesimal, but as a rock that is thrown in a pool starts a wave from the center which continues to enlarge until every part of the shore is touched, so your deeds, silent, many of them, unknown, unspoken, unheralded, continue to radiate and touch many hearts."
We were then asked, what are you radiating? What are the three qualities that you most want to radiate in your life? Then Elder Hampton promised us that if we take those qualities to the Lord in prayer, He will guide us in a practical and logical way as to how we can make them a part of us.
The same promise applies to you!
It's been amazing to me how simple it is to do that, and how much it's changed my attitude. It's suddenly so much easier for me to care about other people in the way that they need it, to find the good in places where it isn't immediately visible, and to make other people feel comfortable with themselves.
I feel like learning how to help others change is like learning how to flip on a light inside of yourself. It's cheesy, but I honestly feel radiant lately. Radiant in the sense that I feel like I'm learning how to love people in such a way that they can recognize the light in themselves. Marianne Williamson said it perfectly: 
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” 
So yeah, this week was mostly wonderful because I'm feeling brighter and just happy in general.
We had our movie night that we've been planning for a month now and it went so well! Honestly, it couldn't have been more perfect. The picture that I attached may not look like much, but it took so much work! A few miracles went into it: 1. We found vinyl to make the stars out of. Second time that being an expert with vinyl has come in handy on my mission! I felt so at home standing in the store with all those rolls of different colors of vinyl and sticking the final product on the wall. (Mattie, remember the squirrels that we used to save?) So happy. 2. We found a red velvet curtain! 3. The elders were able to make partitioners (the things with red rope that make it clear that you're standing in a line at the movie theater). 4. We made legitimate movie tickets online. 5. We made our own popcorn bags that were adorable. 6. We cut out big stars and every person who attended got to write their name on it like a celebrity and then stick it on the wall. 7. We were able to darken all of the windows with sheets so it was actually dark while we watched the movie. 8. We finished decorating right as people started to show up. 9. We were able to make brownies and cookies aaaand provide beverages. 10. We moved in a couch and the whole atmosphere was just like a movie theater! I don't know if you realize how hard it is to make a sacrament hall feel like a movie theater. It was quite the accomplishment.
Zhana (the less-active I've been focusing on working with) came as well! And a bunch of investigators. It was a much-needed opportunity to strengthen relationships with less-actives, investigators, and members. President Spalvens told us we should do it every Saturday, he loved it so much. 
And as a perk, we got to watch Frozen! IN RUSSIAN! That movie is adorable, and I think that the fact that it was in Russian made it a million times more enjoyable. So cool that I can watch movies in Russian and understand it!
We all took pictures together afterwards and it was another surreal moment where I thought to myself, "There's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be." 
I love Daugavpils.
Another cool thing about this week was that the Spalvens introduced us to their daughter-in-law, Inara. She's here with her daughter on vacation until September 1st and she wanted me to help her with English. (Turns out that when you tell members that you're an English major, that automatically means you're the go-to person whenever somebody needs help with English...which is something that I can totally live with.) For some reason, Inara and I immediately clicked. Teaching her is really cool because she has been taught by the missionaries off and on for two years and so she already knows a lot about the gospel. She is a very contemplative person and a logical thinker, so the gospel and faith in general doesn't make much sense to her.
As I was teaching her, something came out of my mouth that I hadn't realized but that is totally true!
When you're first studying the gospel (or even when you've been in the church for a long time but haven't put a concerted effort into learning truth), faith and God kind of seem like an abstract concept. It seems like a bunch of random things thrown together and called the gospel because we couldn't think of anything more specific to call it.
But what's miraculous is the more that you study it and the more effort you put into understanding the basic truths of the gospel that are contained in the scriptures and in the words of modern-day prophets, the more logical everything becomes. You realize that each truth is not only connected, but that each truth is dependent on another truth, and in that way they support each other and can't be separated. I told Inara that the more I study it, the more I realize that it has to be true and that it's the only thing in the world that makes perfect logical sense to me, and how I know that God can teach her specifically and individually and in a way that will make sense to her.
I love teaching. I'm not the best at it but there is nothing that feels better than saying something that makes a light bulb go off for someone else.
Good news about Inna, as well! We had a lesson with her and Sister Spalvena helped. She re-explained tithing and it was received much more kindly, haha. Inna understands it but doesn't think she has the faith to live by it. We're working on getting her to recognize the steps of faith that she has already made and then how she can use the Atonement to let her faith grow.
Another miracle was that we were finally able to meet with Zhana! That's one of the biggest miracles of them all because she has been avoiding meeting with missionaries since 2011. Literally, it was the first time that she's showed up to a meeting in three years. So cool! She agreed to meet weekly and come to church every week. Man, I love her.
So many things made me laugh this week. Real quick, I'll tell you about a phone call I had with Ruslan, a less active. I called him to invite him to movie night. He usually doesn't answer the phone and has been inactive since about May. But anyway, he must have been drunk because he answered the phone and after I explained to him about the movie night, he asked what movie we'd be watching. I told him Frozen and he was like, "You know what movie is better? A Walk to Remember. I adore that movie. That girl got cancer and that guy totally changed his life because he loved her. What a cool movie! So awesome. If you were watching A Walk to Remember, I'd be there in a heartbeat." He literally gushed about it for five minutes straight. Cracked me up.
Another thing was that Elder Saviola turned to me during district language study and said, "Sister Gooch, your spirit animal is most definitely an otter. They are an extremely intelligent creature and they fall asleep on their backs holding hands. That's just something that I can see you doing." Haha loved that analysis. 
Anyway, I'm out of time but I love you all! Also wanted to say good luck moving into the new house and thank you times a billion for doing it while I'm not there, haha.
Love,
Sister Gooch


P.S. The picture is of with me, Elder Hampton, and Sasha. Awkward butt sticking out, I know. I decided to own it instead of deleting it though. WERKIN IT.

Week 59: August 11, 2014

What a week!
It seems like time is just flying by. The other night it started thundering and raining harder than I even knew it was possible. We were walking home from the church and Sister Clark and I looked at each other and were like, "Eh, let's embrace this." We folded up our umbrellas and skipped home through the torrential storm. It was one of the funniest memories on my mission so far because Sister Kuznetsova was trying to keep up behind us while screaming, "You're acting so American right now!" It literally felt like I was swimming through the air, the rain was so thick. I'm glad we took advantage of it. The picture attached is what the street looked like afterwards. I took a video but you'll have to wait a few more months to see that.
We had exchanges here in Daugavpils with Sister Ixtlahuac and Sister Scheiss from Riga. I went with Sister Ixt for the day and man, I just want to be friends with her for the rest of my life. She is an all-star and one of the most poised people I've met. What I really like about exchanges with her is that she is not only a good listener, but she asks the right questions to help me realize what I can work on without her even suggesting it. It's magic. I've been blessed to have the best sister training leaders that this mission (world) has to offer.
It's also been cool to see how much she's grown since her first transfer. She's a lot better at spotting drunk people :)
Sister Scheiss is from Las Vegas and came to the Baltics at the same time as Sister Ixtlahuac. She's the happiest person I've met. I know I've always said that babushki are the sunshine of the Baltics, but Sister Scheiss gives them a run for their money. She also went to BYU before the mission and when I told her where I was from, she started naming off the people she knows from Eagle. We both screamed and fan girled over Jacob Alderman and how much we both love him. (Where is that kid nowadays, anyway? If your last name ends with Alderman and you're reading this, then UPDATE ME ON YOUR LIFE!!!) So that was a fun bonding experience.
Something awesome about this week was going to the orphanage just outside of Dpils to do a Pinewood Derby. It was madness, as you can imagine. So much fun and really hilarious because the kids were essentially impossible to control enough to actually do races. They didn't get to carve their cars but they just drew on blocks of wood with markers and then we put wheels on them. They all called us their aunts and uncles. So cute.
We focused a lot on getting in contact with less-actives this week, too. Huge miracle was that on Sunday, there were four of them at church! And most importantly, that one of them was Zhana, a less-active member that I've been trying to meet with ever since March. She is super nice but I didn't know much about her so I haven't know what we can do to help her. When she came to church on Sunday, she agreed to meet regularly to get ready to receive her patriarchal blessing and go to the temple and all that good stuff! It was so nice to finally get to know her and what she needs. 
Sitting in church on Sunday, I just got this overwhelming feeling of how love for everything that surrounds me right now. I so often forget that I'm not going to be here for very much longer and it kind of hit me how lovely these people are and how lucky I am to know them. 
We taught Inna a few times this week and when Sister Ixt was here, we taught her about tithing. That was a really difficult lesson. I've never felt the Spirit so strongly and consistently on a lesson before because tithing is something that both Sister Ixtlahuac and I have really powerful experiences with. Unfortunately, Inna's heart wasn't ready to accept it. She viewed it like it's a gym membership or something, where you only get the blessings if you pay for them. That's obviously not what it is.
I've reflected on the lessons that I've learned from while I've served here for the past five months, and especially what I've learned from the process of teaching Inna. From the beginning, she's told me that the Atonement sounds so abstract and she can't understand how something that somebody did thousands of years ago could have any impact on her life today. Then after talking about this subject a little more with Elder Hampton, I've gained the most valuable insight about the Atonement. I've always imagined it as the power that we can access after we've decided to repent and felt true sorrow. Like the Atonement is the last stop in the whole process. After reading D&C 88 (especially verses 6-13 and 40-50) it was like my mind was opened up and I realized that the power of Jesus Christ's Atonement is everywhere. It's in the works long before we even realize that we need to start the process of changing because its power influences every single aspect of life. I can't explain it in the way that I understand it, but I really want you to read those verses and ponder why the power of the Atonement isn't abstract. I'd loooove to hear your insights. Hopefully I can write my thoughts down and share them with you more concretely next week. But I know that the more we use the Atonement in our lives, the more we realize that it's in the details of everything that surrounds us. 
I love you all so much. Have fun hanging out with my best friends and OH MY GOSH MATTIE DON'T FORGET TO WRITE ME.
Have a good week! 
С любовью,
Сестра Гуч
p.s. I think one of the pics is of me holding a cup saying "I left my <3 in Narva". I forgot to tell you that S. Dalley made me one and sent it to me when she was still in Narva! Priceless. I adore it. 

Monday, July 28, 2014

Week 57: July 28, 2014

Hey, good news! I finally got the Christmas package from Jared and Emily. Apparently it was just hanging out in Tallinn for a while after I got transferred out of Estonia. But woo hoo! I will most definitely be saving the scarf and socks for November :) I got to share the Idaho spuds with Sister Kuznetsova and she loved it.
Which brings me to my next piece of news--transfers happened and Sister Clark and I got a third companion. It's Kcenia Kuznetsova from Narva! She's here on a mini-mission for four weeks. We went to Riga to pick her up and because Sister Clark had a visa appointment. As always, it was an adventure getting back to Daugavpils. Sister Kuznetsova's camera was stolen and we missed our bus so we took a train instead.
It's been so fun to get an update on all of the people that I love in Narva. It's also been awesome to speak Russian all day, everyday, and to see that I'm actually capable of it. I told Sister Kuznetsova to correct every single mistake I make and she's already pointed out a bunch of little ones that I've been making my whole mission. Sheesh, that's embarrassing.
It's been great though. Sister Kuznetsova cracks me up every time she does her Estonian accent in Russian. I laugh for dayyyyss. They really do speak Russian so oddly.
We had two Member-Missionary Night Outs: one with Valentina and another with Lidija. We basically just went visiting teaching with Valentina and discussed/planned how to make this testimony book. Both were great and the plus side to going with Valentina was that she gave us a fresh jar of honey! Score.
As for Inna, she's stopped progressing and she's clinging to any excuse she can to not change. But I still have hope! I was quite blunt in our lesson with her the other day. After telling her that what she is doing every day (praying for forgiveness for doing the same thing over and over again without any intent to change) is not repentance at all, she said, "I have worldly sorrow, don't I?" We said yes, but emphasized that God can change the desires of our hearts if that's what we really want.
I asked her if she's ready to stop feeling sorry for herself and start making the small daily changes to repent.
She said no.
That basic lack of desire to change worries me a little (a lot), but I just don't feel like I've done everything in my power yet. So the fight's not over until the fat lady sings...or something like that. I don't have the brain power to remember what we say in English because it is so hot here.
Anyways, I received some really cool revelation for our next lesson with her. I'm studying the Book of Mormon and looking for the gospel of Jesus Christ, and something that I'd never thought of came to mind as I was practice teaching with Sister Clark. After reading the first two chapters of the Book of Mormon, I was thinking how Nephi knew what God wanted him to do. He knew that he needed to leave Jerusalem and he knew that keeping the commandments was important. Laman and Lemuel also knew the difference between right and wrong. I mean, their dad was a prophet. They were probably taught the gospel pretty thoroughly, if not side by side with Nephi. But what was the difference between Nephi and his two older brothers? It surprised me to realize that it was the simple act of prayer that made all the difference. Nephi poured his heart out to God and asked for Him to give him understanding and direction. He didn't just want to know about the commandments or why they were given; he wanted the ability to follow them and to do it for the right reasons. Laman and Lemuel knew the facts in their head but they didn't let it hit their hearts. They went through all of the same crap (even less) that Nephi did but were more put out and inconvenienced by it. 
It's the same thing with us. If a commandment really annoys us or if we feel like it's more of a burden than a blessing, then it's up to us to pull on our grown-up pants and pray like Nephi did for God to help us make the connection between an understanding of the mind and an understanding of the heart.
We can all be so spiritually lazy and spend years being vaguely discontent with a certain commandment or principle without putting in the work to pray and ask to be at peace with it. 
I stress that we don't need to knit-pick our testimonies with a magnifying glass of criticism, but that we take a faithful approach and give the Lord and His church the benefit of the doubt. If you don't get why the Lord has certain opinions or asks certain things of us, then that's more than understandable. He thinks on a totally different dimension than we're capable of right now. What's important to know is that He can give us the understanding in our mind and hearts that we need in this life to live with peace of conscience and true happiness. 
Anyways, I've been trying to stop being lazy myself and to root out the parts of my character or principles about the gospel that I don't understand and that have always vaguely bothered me. It's been humbling and, well, I'm still in the process. Probably will be for the rest of my life. But the point is that I'm not planning on settling for anything less than absolute peace with how I understand the gospel and how I live it.
I love you all and hope that you're enjoying your swimming pools, drinks with ice, and air conditioning, ya filthies...
С любовью,
Сестра Гучка
P.S. Learning so much Russian slang! But don't worry, it's not to be used until after the mission :)

Week 56: July 21, 2014

It's been one of those weeks that have prompted me to look around and ask myself, "Is this really happening?" 
Starting with Tuesday night. Our carbon monoxide alarm went off at 10:20, but it was only because it was out of batteries. I wasn't worried about it but S. Clark was convinced that we were going to die, so she wrapped a scarf around her mouth and nose (still not sure what function that served) and called our district leader. He called our zone leaders, who called President Harding. Right as I was about to turn off the light and get into bed, E. Clark (zone leader) called and said that we needed to find someplace else to stay for the night. Our options were to kick the Center elders our of their apartment or stay at the church. We chose the church.
It was 11 by the time that we got there and I was feeling bitter, haha. We locked the door behind us and set the alarm, then went into the sacrament hall and made our beds on the floor.Ten minutes later, we heard the alarm go off, so we ran downstairs and tried to reset it one more time. It went off again. We punched in the code and figured that we'd be fine without the alarm set. 
We went back upstairs and I joked to S. Clark that the cops were probably going to show up, and by now I'm starting to realize that whatever I joke about generally ends up happening.
I was way too paranoid to even lay down for a while because I had thought that I'd heard a siren outside. I just sat on the floor, hugging my legs and watching the windows. After a few minutes of that, I was pretty sure that searchlights were being pointed at the windows. S. Clark's reaction was to get down as close to the ground as she could, whereas mine was to try to make it very obvious that we were just little babies so they wouldn't shoot us. Very telling moment of who's from Idaho and who's from Vegas. 
Nothing really happened for the next 15 minutes, so we just went to bed. I mean, roughly speaking. I was lying on the ground and waiting for the cops to bust open the door and sic their dog on me. 
I'm using the lateness of the evening to excuse my dramatics, by the way.
As I was lying there, I felt vibrations on the ground like footsteps. I shot up and asked S. Clark if she could hear it. She crawled over to me (still convinced that if she stood up, she'd be shot), pointed at the door and said, "Somebody turned on the hall light." 
In retrospect, my reaction wasn't 100% logical but I turned on the lights, threw open the door and called, "Allo?" That's the Russian way of saying hello, if it wasn't already clear. Right in front of me was a terrified looking President Spalvens (branch president) and a police officer. 
We told him what we were doing there and thankfully he wasn't upset at all for the lateness of the hour.
Long story not so short, we didn't get much sleep that night. It was definitely something I'll never forget. 
And no, there was never a problem with our carbon monoxide levels. (Insert eye twitch here.)
Something really exciting for us this week was the launching of our "Night with the Missionaries" program. We made a calendar and got some people to sign up, but basically what it is is an opportunity for members to do missionary work their way with our assistance. As missionaries, we always try to get members to come to lessons with investigators, which is called a "member-present". But this is the opposite...it's kind of like a "missionary-present" night for them. They get to choose what we do, where we go, and what we teach. They can be creative with it, too: we could bake something for a less-active and drop it off, have a party (in the most mild sense of the word, haha) with their friends that they want to introduce to the gospel, and a million other things. Lidija's idea is awesome: she wants to make a "How to Bear Your Testimony" book full of ways that will help members realize that bearing your testimony doesn't have to be at the pulpit and it doesn't have to start with the formal, "I know...".
We also held the Pinewood Derby on Saturday. The worm didn't end up looking too bad, but he's mostly like a show-horse in the sense that he's got all the beauty without the speed. 5th place, my friends. Elder Hampton dubbed it "The Little Worm That Almost Could". Ouch.
The good news is that Inna came and, because she didn't make a car, I gave her someone's who didn't show up. Of course, she ended up taking first place. She said, "I woke up and knew something lucky was going to happen today." 
President and Sister Harding were there and acted as our judges. Afterwards, S. Harding went with us to Inna's and we taught her. We had planned on teaching her about prophets but it didn't feel right so we ended up talking about God's love and the Book of Mormon. Cool fact: it was Sister Harding's first time on a lesson with the missionaries in the Baltics. Woo hoo! She is an amazing teacher. She listened and applied pure doctrine to Inna's situation so well without getting distracted by little things that tend to distract me. 
We had taught Inna the Word of Wisdom earlier in the week and it was definitely not received favorably. She said that it was "laughable" that we don't drink coffee and had about a million different excuses as to why she needs it. We never argued with those, but consistently pointed her back to the fact that if we love God, then we obey His commandments. Also stressed that she needed to ask God if it's really what He expects of her and she immediately said, "I know this is true, but why does God want me to be miserable?" Haha she needed some time to think and pray about it. When we met again, she said that God gave her an idea that in order to quit smoking, she needed to plan out every situation when she would feel the desire to smoke and then decide how she'd react beforehand. Чудо!
I've spent a lot of time thinking about Inna's concerns and I had the idea to write down all of my excuses that I could possibly have for being disobedient. Then, after pondering that list, I wrote down all of the excuses I could think of that Christ would have had to be disobedient.
Let me tell you, they were better excuses than mine.
The fact is that we can all find a million and one different reasons why we don't need to be obedient to the commandments, but it takes a person with true integrity of character to value the one most compelling reason to forget all of those: a deep and abiding love of God and desire to be like Him. 
On Sunday, President Harding asked me to give a talk right before sacrament about the Holy Ghost. What impression came to mind was to speak on the power that the Holy Ghost has to change the very desires of our hearts when we rely upon the Atonement. 
If you don't feel that your love for God is deep enough or if you don't have a natural desire to be obedient, pray for one. That is a gift that Heavenly Father is more than ready to give to you if you're willing to work for it. That is a trait that must be a part of your soul if you plan on having any kind of lasting peace in your life.
I love you. Thanks so much for your prayers and support. I'm pretty sure I've spent my whole life surrounded with some of the best people this world has to offer. 
So who's the luckiest girl on the planet? THIS ONE.
(Ugh. So cheesy. Sorry.)
Love,
Sister Gooch

P.S. Sorry the pictures are so crappy...the elders took it for me real quick :) DAS MY WORM!

Week 55: July 14, 2014

Loved ones!
I have so many random things to tell you about. First and foremost, the picture. Elder Jones in my district is a carpenter by trade (I tried to figure out less weird ways of saying that but none of them were as satisfying) and he is in charge of running a pinewood derby here. He gave Sister Clark and I a block of wood each and told us to carve it. When I asked for further instruction as to how one goes about carving wood, all I got was a "follow your heart" kind of answer. My response to that was, "So I set the block on my wrist and carve towards myself, right?" My humor so often goes unappreciated here. 
I've decided to make my block of wood into a worm. My logic is sound: if the worm loses, it's not a surprise and people will say, "Well, at least the worm tried. Maybe next year." 
However, if the worm wins, it'll be the kind of story that could replace "The Little Engine That Could" in the persuading power that the world can be threshed by weak and simple things.
Obviously I've thought about this way too much, but come on. Who doesn't love an underdog?
We went to Riga for zone conference and finally met President and Sister Harding. Our interview was really short but they are apparently close family friends with Elder Graf (bff from the MTC) and it was fun to make that connection. The rumor is true, by the way: they are classy. Sister Harding is the prettiest lady ever and she's a genius. Knows a lot about church history. President Harding is really loving and awesome as well. He said that he won't be writing us every week like President Boswell did because he's going to focus on coming on lessons with us instead. I'm pretty excited for that but I will miss the weekly letter.
Zone conference was good, though. They announced a few changes that the First Presidency made to missionary work, which was awesome. They won't make much of a difference to you, but I was glad to hear that we now need to teach the 5th lesson before baptism. I've wanted to do that with certain investigators and now I can without feeling like I'm doing something wrong.
We did a practice teach in zone conference and it gave me a really good idea that I wanted to use to get Inna to commit to being baptized on a specific date. More on that later.
On the way back to Daugavpils, so many hilarious things happened. First of all, we had woken up at 4 that morning to make it to Riga in time for our interviews. The elders stood the whole way because they gave their seats to a bunch of girls. Remember that; it's important later.
Secondly, zone conference went really, really long. It was a struggle to hang in there for the last hour and a half because we were just talking about rules and President Harding was reestablishing expectations. Which is great! Not complaining over here. It just made us miss our train home so we had to wait an hour for a bus. It was a very hot day, mind you, and we had to wear blazers and suit coats for zone conference. So our bus finally pulled up and as soon as I walked in, the heat and humidity from sweat hit me like a wall. No air conditioning, plus it was packed. So hard to breathe. I entertained myself by imagining what Mom's reaction would have been like.
We got about halfway to Daugavpils when the engine turned off and we started coasting. I joked to S. Clark that we were just gonna coast the rest of the way but then we pulled over and I realized that the bus had broken down. Our bus driver said to get off, smoke, find some shade, and feel free to hitchhike. We explored the surrounding forest for a little while and when we got back, the bus driver told us that another bus was coming from Dpils (about two hours away) to pick us up, but that we'd have better luck flagging down a bus on its way to Dpils. The problem with that was that there were about 45 of us and only 30 or so people could fit into the incoming buses, and they'd have to stand because the seats were already taken. 
Needless to say, it was excellent district bonding time. According to my district, I'm 45% Ravenclaw, 35% Hufflepuff, and 20% Gryffindor. I sincerely hope I did that math right. Weird though! Because I'm pretty sure that's not what I would have been sorted as before the mish.
When a bus finally stopped, Sister Clark and I were, tragically, the last ones to be crammed in. The elders stood at the door looking all heroic and yelling, "Everything's going to be okay! Go on without us. We'll find a way home." Never felt more like I was in "The Titanic" (except for when Dad and I were running for our bus in Bruges). My face was in a Russian guy's armpit for a good 45 mins before there was another break and while Sister Clark and I stood outside to get some fresh air, two of the girls that the elders gave their seats to from the bus ride that morning came up to us and said to come sit with them. I felt like blessing the names of the elders and their children and their children's children because even though we were sitting 3 people in 2 seats, we were right under the only air conditioning vent on the bus. The girls kept saying, "You helped us, so it's the least we can do." 
It was a long ride home. We walked in our door at 11:45 and after taking a cold shower, I finally went to bed.
The next day, Sister McDiarmid and Sister Ixtlahuac came for exchanges. I was with S. Ixtlahuac and even though I felt half dead most of the time, it was a good exchange. It always is with her. I'm 99% sure that she's the best missionary on earth. 
As great as the rest of my week sounds, nothing was better than the lesson we had with Inna on Saturday. We taught her the rest of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and right off the bat, she was all exasperated and said, "Sister, tell me what the most important thing I must do is, in your opinion." Again, I wanted to tell her to buckle up because we were just getting to the good stuff. It was hard to keep her focused the whole time because she wouldn't see past how miserable she feels her circumstances are. She feels like she works so much but has no money left over and she dislikes her coworkers and shouldn't she be on pension anyway? I all but grabbed her face and said, "Inna, I need you to listen carefully to what I'm about to say." She nodded. I said, "The stronger your relationship is with Christ, the less your circumstances will matter to you." She repeated it back to me and seemed to think about it. We talked about the Holy Ghost and when we asked her how soon she wants it, she said, "Right now." After talking about the fact that it obviously takes effort to be worthy of that gift, I asked her to imagine someone who decides that they want to run a marathon. They're really excited and they run a mile every day this week. But next week, they have to work a lot and don't get to run as often and the week after that, family is in town, etc. I told her to compare that person with someone who decides to run in a specific marathon on a specific date. She always gets where I'm going before I get there, so she said, "I see your point." I reminded her that she asked us what she needs to do and then I said, "You need to be baptized on August 19th." She nodded and said, "Okay. Yes. That means that we must meet more often." She took the words right out of my mouth :) She has a lot to learn and habits to overcome, so your prayers would be much appreciated. 
We also went on a picnic today with Sasha and Lidija. It was especially fun because we went to the forest and picked raspberries, strawberries, and blueberries. All of them were wild and tiny and so cute! For some reason, the only pictures I took were Elder Hampton posing so you'll probably get some of those soon, haha. 
Last random thing: Daugavpils has a good sized indoor market and we went there today to buy S. Clark some stuff and as I was bartering for a lower price on an umbrella, the lady stopped and asked, "Are you Russian?" YESSSSSSSSSSSS. Such a victory in my eyes.
Anyways, I love you all and thank you, thank you, thank you for the emails. It makes my week.
Love,
Sister Gooch

Week 54: July 7, 2014

Hey!
Still haven't met/heard from President Harding but we have interviews with him on Wednesday before Zone Conference, so I'll let you know what that's like next week!
Funny thing that I forgot to tell you from the first week S. Clark was here: we were at the church and the Martinsons (a family here) were there with their little boy. He's like 2, and when S. Clark first met him, he had a hot dog in his hands. You know, just a plain ol' hot dog weenie without the bun or anything. He got shy when she bent down to say hi and just started to roll the hot dog all over his head. Does anybody else find that to be hilarious? I cried.
This week was full of really great moments. One of them was when I realized that Sister Clark is like Paul Blart (mall cop) because she feels like she's going to pass out if she doesn't eat every twenty minutes. I told her it's training hunger, and it's a real thing. I was plagued by it as well when I was with Sister Weaver in Vilnius. But yeah, sometimes I like to call her Sister Blart. That looks cruel when I type it, but believe me, it's all in good fun.
We had such an awesome experience with Inna. We went over to her place on a whim (our plans for that evening had fallen through), and had just planned on checking up on how her reading of the Book of Mormon is going. We sat down, started with a prayer, and then Inna looked at me and said, "Sister, I will be baptized." I was a little confused for a second but then she continued and said, "I just can't say when because of my injury. My doctor said it absolutely cannot be wet and I know that you baptize people by putting them all the way under the water. We will have to see, but I have made this decision for myself and I am going to be baptized as soon as my leg is healed." 
Have I mentioned that I cry over everything nowadays? This was no exception. I looked like such a fool with the biggest grin on my face and I felt like my jaw was going to drop to the floor but at the same time wanted to sob with pure joy. Inna had previously said she'd be baptized but hadn't meant it like she meant it this time. I asked her what made her come to this decision and she said, "I don't know. Maybe it was the Holy Ghost because when I was thinking about being baptized, I felt a great sense of peace and I knew that it was right." The whole lesson was so guided by the Spirit. She told us that she was afraid that she wouldn't ever be worthy to be baptized, and how she's always been a lost lamb. What was cool about that was before we were leaving our apartment, just as we were locking our door, Sister Clark ran back inside and grabbed a picture of Christ with a lamb to give to Inna. Right after we testified of the Atonement of the Savior and how she can be made whole, S. Clark gave her the picture. Inna read the caption, "Lost No More" and said, "You read my heart." 
I also felt impressed to read Alma 36 with her. After reading Alma the Younger's account of how his guilt was swept away, I asked Inna what kind of power saved him. She reread it a few times and it was like a light went on her in her head and she said, "It was the Atonement of Jesus Christ. It was because He died for Alma and was able to save Him because of His sacrifice." She nodded and kept going. "And that's how I can change too? Because of the Atonement?"
I can't tell you how much it meant to me to see her make that connection. In our very first lesson with her, when I asked her what came to mind when she heard the word "Atonement", she said it was "pity" because the world is so dark and terrible and obviously He died for nothing. To see her understand for herself the truth that she can change and be forgiven through the power of the Atonement that she had previously counted as useless has been the most meaningful thing that I've seen on my mission.
As the lesson came to a close, I said, "Inna, you've decided to be baptized. Do you know what that means?" She sighed.
"Satan will follow me?" 
I nodded and she kind of squared her shoulders and asked, "What must I do to keep my resolve?" It felt like we were in a football huddle as I explained to her what the influence of Satan feels like, the kind of things she'll struggle with, and what she needs to do when she feels those things. We all but put our hands together and said "break!"
She came to church and Lidija bore a testimony that was exactly for her. Couldn't have been better.
This week, I stumbled across a devotional talk given by Tad R. Callister called "Becoming Men and Women of Integrity" (I attached it and really, really want you to read it). I have always worried about acquiring the Christlike attributes of charity, humility, patience, and so on, but for some reason I haven't bothered myself too much with making sure that I specifically develop integrity. I would stand in line at the BYU testing center and read that quote by Karl G. Maeser where he says, 
“I have been asked what I mean by “word of honor.” I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls—walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground—there is a possibility that in some way or another I might be able to escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of that circle? No, never! I’d die first."
 I'd think of how impressive it is to have that kind of self-mastery, but I don't think I gave much thought to asking myself where my own integrity was.
Now, obviously I'm not a conniving little rat of a human, but reading Tad R. Callister's talk made me realize that I haven't valued the virtue of integrity like I should have. He defines it perfectly: 
"Integrity is a purity of mind and heart that knows no deception, no excuses, no rationalization, nor any coloring of the facts. It is an absolute honesty with one’s self, with God, and with our fellowman. Even if God blinked or looked the other way for a moment, it would be choosing the right—not merely because God desires it but because our character demands it."
Just reading that makes you want to be it, huh? 
Another point that blew my mind was, "Integrity is the foundation of our character and all other virtues." How can you develop charity for others when you aren't totally honest in your dealings with them? How can you be humble if you aren't willing to acknowledge your own weaknesses?
This sentiment solved the mystery that's puzzled me since I began training. A few weeks before Sister Clark arrived in the Baltics, I took the Christlike Attributes quiz in Preach My Gospel and after looking at the results, I thought to myself, "Hey, I'm doing better than ever. Just a few points away from perfection!" 
Just kidding. But honestly, I felt like I had finally learned (for the most part) how to internalize those attributes. 
I have since then retaken the quiz, and the results weren't pleasant to look at. I had dropped quite a bit in most of the categories because of the change in my circumstances. And yes, I realize that you can't measure the virtue in a soul with a quiz but bear with me, alright?
It really bothered me. I couldn't understand why those characteristics that I have worked so hard to cultivate wouldn't follow me into any situation that I was put in. 
It's clear to me now that I was trying to build those Christlike attributes on a foundation of sand and then getting really confused and frustrated when the tide rolled in or the winds blew and I was back at square one with sand in inconvenient places and no castle to show for it. 
I hadn't laid the foundation of integrity first: the resolve to be true and unchanging in the things that matter most, regardless of how tiny or unimportant the situation might seem. My decision to be obedient, anxiously engaged, focused, and positive isn't something that should depend upon my companion, district, mission president, friends, spouse, or roommates. It should depend upon me and the content of my soul. 
It's easy to love and serve someone when they think the world of you, but would your reaction be the same if it was someone else? Maybe someone who laughs at your heart-felt efforts or seems to see right past your strengths to point their searchlight on your weaknesses? 
I'm not that kind of person yet, but I am determined to be. I'm so thankful to be learning this lesson right now. I have received very personal, individual, and edifying instruction from the Lord as to how I can better build my character on the foundation of integrity, and I have felt guidance in every measure I've taken to improve. 
If you choose to strengthen your integrity, you will have less reasons to complain about your circumstances, a driving desire to be completely honest, and it will improve your relationship with virtually every person that you come into contact with.
Cool promises, huh?
This whole "training" thing is kind of hard and I sometimes think that others could do a much better job than me, but I'm pretty determined to let it be the best part of my mission. 
Besides, if Mom didn't let me quit 8th grade yearbook staff, then I figure I'm gonna hang on in this case, too.
I love you all and I am so, so thankful for the emails this week. They meant a lot. Have a good week and know that I'm praying for you.
С любовью,
Сестра Гуч

Week 53: June 30, 2014

What a week.
We went to Riga for zone training on Wednesday, which was great timing because we got to say goodbye to President and Sister Boswell the day before they left. And when I say "goodbye", I mean something more along the lines of them coming into the room for literally one minute and then being like, "Well, be good! Bye!" And we all waved. It's actually really sad to see them go and it feels weird. I haven't met President and Sister Harding, but from what I've heard, they're "ridiculously classy". If there's one quality that I require of a mission president, it's that he's classy...
But yeah, it'll be exciting to meet them sometime soon. We stayed in Riga for exchanges, too. I went with Sister McDiarmid and had a really good time, as usual. We've consigned (is that the right word for that?) ourselves to the fact that we're never going to serve together, so we take great pleasure in being able to teach with one another when we can.
The miraculous thing about our time in Riga was that all of the sisters that I came in with had visa appointments at the same time, so I got to see all of my MTC sisters! Seriously haven't talked so much or laughed so hard in a looong time. I haven't seen Sister Coombs or Sister Gray in what seems like years, so it was fun to catch up with them. The bummer was that I forgot my passport at my apartment so I couldn't renew my visa. I have to go do that today at a small place in Daugavpils without the help of Valerijs, the native who does the whole process for us. Wish me luck!
I don't have my camera on me but I will send pictures next week. 
We also taught Inna four times last week. She still can't walk very well and as awful as that is, it gives us the opportunity to meet a lot more often. Funny thing that happened this week with her was that she texted us and basically told us that she can't meet and her incision is painful and then she wrote, "God has left me." I didn't respond to that but instead asked her, "Inna, do you usually feel better after meeting with us?" and she said, "of course." Then I drew the only logical conclusion and said, "Let's meet then." Haha so we did. She struggles with depression and every time that we get ready to leave her apartment, she sighs and says, "Every time you come, you leave my apartment a little brighter." 
We taught her a lot about repentance and how the Atonement plays into that. She has a hard time understanding that even though there's a lot of bad in the world, Christ still suffered for a reason. He still helps people change. I've been thinking about the fact that what we see is determined by what we know, and it makes sense that Inna has little hope for humanity when she has only seemed to notice the negative things about her surroundings. I'm convinced that we could all become considerably depressed if we chose to pay attention to the things in life that aren't ideal. What's cool is that we're given a choice from Heavenly Father as to what we accept as knowledge. Not only did He give us the ability to choose what we know, but He gave us the natural ability to spread what we know. Whether we notice or not, we show what we know and believe by the way that we act. If we know that stealing is wrong, then we don't steal and, further, we try to discourage others from doing so. In the same way, if we know that the Savior lived and died for us, then we act like it. We use the Atonement by asking Christ to be our daily Mediator in prayer as we repent of the things that we could have done better and ask for an expanded capacity to do what we couldn't do before. 
This gospel is so practical if you strip away all of the monotonous rituals that we tend to think about when the word "repentance" or "Atonement" is brought up. If you honestly and sincerely ask God how repentance can become a part of you, He'll lead you in a way that touches your heart specifically. It may not be conventional or what other people would first think to do, but He will tailor His principles to fit your soul. That's what's so awesome about prayer: through sincere prayer, we learn how to apply the gospel in a way that no Sunday school teacher or parent can tell us to. I don't mean to say that he will change His principles to fit your beliefs, because He will not and cannot do that. I'm saying that He'll find a way to make your soul fit what He has taught. 
I don't really have the words for what I'm trying to say, but just know that this gospel is supposed to be individual in the sense that we apply every principle and doctrine as personally as we can rather than having a vague understanding of it and being satisfied with that.
Sorry for the short email. I love you all and hope you have a lovely week!
С любовью,
Сестра Гучка