Dear America,
I did get the memory card in the package and sure, a memory card of conference would be great. We could even start a tradition and send them to me every conference. I would love that. And no, no frisbee. I rarely play football. Biking is fun but sucks at the same time.
A few days ago I saw a temperature reading on Elder Prior's alarm clock. I realized several things. First, that I haven't seen a thermometer at all since I left the US. Second, it was 86 degrees F and pleasantly cold inside the room with the fan blowing in the shade. So I'm gonna need a coat when I get home.
Our apartment/chapel has four missionaries staying in it: myself, Elder Khumalo from South Africa (so.....pretty much Europe), Elder Prior from Utah, and Elder Waihi from Austrailia. It's the most Americanized apartment that I've been in yet. We've been having fun together, making food and enjoying with each other. I like it. My mapeline is a coveted thing.
On Saturday we got caught in the rain. Bad. We found a small overhang to hide under with our bikes, but the rain switched directions and forced us to make a dash for the senior couple's apartment close by. We were totally soaked. It was like biking through the deep end of a swimming pool. All of my clothes were sopping, but I was especially worried about my scriptures. They were in a cloth bag with no zipper, so I was afraid that they'd get wet and be ruined. After a few feet into the storm, I just accepted the fact that I would have to buy new scriptures. We got to the senior couple's apartment and handed over our dripping bags. They took everything out and I noted with disappointment that about half of my scriptures had been nicely soaked. Just two minutes later, though, when I asked to look at them more closely, they were completely dry. Not a drop. My planner, in the same bag right next to the scriptures, was a soggy mess. But the scriptures were fine. Miracles really do happen, and God looks out for His servants.
Being here is like going back in Church history. Going to Nauvoo and stuff is cool, but it can never capture exactly what it's like to be there when the Church is struggling to get on its feet. They say that Ghana is in the "Kirtland stages" of the Church, but Dwumoh is way before that time period.
I've been practicing hymns on the keyboard for the mission tour that will happen in May, as well as to play in church every Sunday. I've really seen extra help from the Spirit as I practice. Heavenly Father is helping me develop my talents way more than I was ever able to at home. It's sweet.
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