Hermana Katie Griffin

 Happy Monday!  I'm writing from a bus because I'm traveling 8 hours to antofagasta for a meeting with all the leaders in the mission (wasn't I just there??  yes, yes I was).  This week has been overall very good honestly!! With my previous two sectors I struggled a little bit to adjust to the members and the friends, but here I feel like I'm at home. It's been really comfortable, and I'm honestly not sure why.  Some things about the sector:  Maray is super flat, there's just one hill which is amazing because my last transfer was all hills and mountains. And it's also really small, so we can go from end to end in like a half hour (my last sector was HUGE, it would've taken hours to walk from end to end).  We live right next door to Líder which is Walmart but Chile, which is great because we can buy stuff really easily, but terrible because we can buy stuff really easily haha.  The ward is really supportive of missionary work and have received me real

  Hiii  Random poetic thing (if you're not interested skip down  ):  Butterflies.  Antofagasta in June is full of butterflies.  They know where they're going...  I wish I had their confidence.  Wise enough to put their wings up. To hide their beauty To protect themselves.  But then when the moment comes,  they fly  They let their wings out and show the world  What was there all along  What was theirs all along I long for the simplicity  For the wisdom  Of knowing when to let the colors show  And when to not let them know To know who will use the colors as a weapon  And who will appreciate them.  (For context, there's tons of butterflies everywhere and they've been on my mind. We found one in our bathroom and we thought it was a moth because it had its wings up and closed and it was gray, like the color of a moth or of a tree branch, but then as we tried to get it out of our bathroom it opened its wings up and it turned out it was a butterfly and not a moth. A monarch, I

  It is a well known fact about me that I'm not really a soup person (or maybe it's not that well known but, for the time being let's assume it's a well known fact about me that I'm not a huge fan of soup).  And... soup in northern chile is exactly the kind of soup that I'm not a fan of. Water based or lentil based, with a lot of salt and very little of anything else. I mean, yeah obviously there's vegetables and usually chicken or beef, but the point is the only flavor is of salt.  And when someone is sick, what is the thing that everyone brings to said sick person?  Soup.  (In case you haven't guessed yet... I got sick this week haha)  Here's the story:  Monday and Tuesday I was completely fine. We watched this broadcast in chile and Argentina with elder christensen (area president of South America South) and elder soares, along with the temple president of the santiago temple, and all of their wives and children. It was really good! And a little t