FOR THE LOVE OF CAMOTE

This is going to be a very short letter, because the man in this internet place does not like me and Hma. Guelet. Grr..Ernesto.
But anyway, I hope everyone has had an amazing week , what with Halloween ending and getting ready for Thanksgiving. I have had alot of fun visiting the temple, with my fellow colleagues, we actually had a session of our own. And we are preparing 2 people to be baptized in December! One, named Jesus, might be more prepared than the other, named Junior. I think its just his name, and the fact that he knows President Morocho. He really is super funny and direct. He told us that he would do everything possible to be baptized, even bear his testimony in the crazy sacramant meeting, and kiss the head of every irreverent baby there.
And I received my package from ya"ll! POR FIN! Thank you for all the goodies, letters, and the love. My package should be on its way soon, I promise.
I read a super good talk by Elder Holland in the Liahona about mental disorders, and it really halped on of my less actives. Its called Like a Broken Glass. Also, read Moises chap. 1 for inspiration this week, cuz its really good. Also, Mosiah 24.
Thats all I got, here comes Ernesto. I will scribe more next week i PROMISE! i LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YA"ll, and your beautiful faces!
Hma. Addington
P.S. I almost dies reading that political joke Amy. Fresh tears running down my face And also thank you for reminding me of the Ted and Eric video. Hot dogs. >


Dangit, I forgot that Elder Wright escaped in that picture of me and Hma. Guelet in front of the temple. Whatever, I will crop him out eventually. Th other one is the lovely Hma. Cortez and Mendoza (my last compie) who are both finishing their missions like, soon. I told Hma. Cortez to head to Bruges, because she goes to BYU and has NOT had their goodness yet. It is a crime, a good ol pregunta #4 on the baptismal interview sheet, if ya"ll RMs out there know what Im talkin bout! Jeez I need to go get some fresh air.

A few pics of me outside the white house,( haha fooled you, its the temple, which is soo much better!) , where I found my lovely Hma. Byrd from the CCM, serving in Lima Central right now! Its the 2nd smallest mission, next to temple square. But the appetites of the missionaries there are HUGE. Seriously, they ate like 4 plates of good ol rice in the temple cafeteria. And just me and my zone, a bunch of little boys. My favorite is Elder Cayetano, the lil missionary talking (cannot miss him). Elder Couch, (Californian blonde), looks strangely like Dad. Its weird. And the rest are just lil boys. But they are so pure. Bless their hearts.

A Very Merry Birthday to You, Momma!

First off, I wanna thank my mama for giving birth to me and always remembering to feed me regularly so that I would not die., Also, for putting up with all of my half and full baked schemes for 20 years. (Including all the recipes I created in our various kitchens.) And for always motvating me and helping me to be better everyday. Mama, you really are one classy lady, and hope to someday have a shred of your beauty, your charm, and your intelligence in rearranging rooms, because I could really use that right now in my lil"Peruvian apartment.
You are really much of the motivation I had to serve a mission, because you began listening to the missionaries on your own. You had no idea what a temple was or how to fast, or what the heck a patricharchal blessing was, but you had enough faith to keep learning, keep living your standards. And now, you have a mountain of stories to tell, and a family that loves you more than life. Thank you so much for what you do for me, mama. I think abou you everyday, and although I cannot give you a hug personally, I hope this letter does. I hope that you feel the love I have for you, because it is gran" spankin huge.
You are just like the mothers of the Stripling warriors in Alma, who taught their children how to be exactly obedient, so that they could defend their families and save their homes. In a small sense I feel that way, in the mission. When I am obedient, I think about how much you love me, and how much Heavenly Father loves me, and that motivates me to keep being obedient, and humble. Its not easy. I still have a mountain of things that are hard for me personally to overcome, and things I still have not accomplished here. (More baptisms and converts in the tample for one), but I know that I have been converted to be more obedient, and to rely more in God than anyone else. Because people are weenies, and cannot be trusted for anything! (Seems like Ron Swanson would have said that.)
Thank you. I love you.
Your daughter,
Han Perkins
P.S. A package that I sent with Peruvian goodies is a comin your way! Por fin!
P.S.S. Thank you Amy so much for sending me my package! I ate the mangoes in like 5 minutes. I WANT MORE. But I can find them here in the mercade for like 20 soles.( 5 greenbacks.)
I wish I could write more, but like they say in Spanish, LA hora quiere matarme! (The hour wants to kill me.)
Cuidense mucho!

 

keepin it tight

October 27:
Hola Family and friends accross the world! ( Or maybe just family and friends in the U.S. I have no idea how many people are actually reading this anyway.)
Well, this week was alot better healthwise, meaning that I wasn"t bitten by any dogs and or suffered from diahreea. *I am pretty sure I mispelled diahreea.Whatever, I blame the Espanol keyboard.) And this means that me and Guelet could have an exchange with the girls in San Juan! Although Hma,. Guelet is still new here in L.A., she lead the area with a breeze, (literally an ocean breeze because we are 20 minutes away from the ocean but cannot see the beach.)And I stayed with the sisters in Institute. They are missionaries in charge of all the fam. history work in the south mission right now, and work with institute. Their job is really like working in an office, because although they have lessons with converts about the temple and family history, they also have to travel all over and call like a bajillion people for references. But they can visit the temple 2 times a week with all the recent converts, so they really are blessed. I loved bein with them for a day because I got to see how they work, and got to help new members make plans to attend the temple, but it gave me a craving to see my own investigators, converts, and less actives again. To motivate them to do everything they can to go to the temple. Really, those blessing are there for everyone of them now, and I love living in this day and time for that. That is why it is so importanat for me right now to learn more about my fmaily history, and because all of us need to do the same. Just think about all the time they have been waiting so that we couls become members to do theiur baptisms and confirmations, their endowments, and most of all, sealings. It really is something I love, and want all o my family (everyone reading this right now is my family), to experience. So, get in tough with your ward family history consultors! I am sure they have time to help you, and they know alot more than many missionaries do. And go to the temple! You will be so happy when you hear the words of the phophets in the next general conference, and think, "Dang, I helped to do my part."
2Nefi 12, and Mosiah 2: 5 and 6 talk about this alot. It really is beautiful.
I am so proud of the work that everyone is doing at home and at school, at work, and in the mission field. I know I do not always have time to give thanks to everyone, or talk to everyone personally, but I will always be praying for you and sending messages personally for birthdays, and before leaving for missions. (I am talkin to you, Amy Laura ;)
I love you all so much! Keep on truckin!
Hermana Addington
P.S. I saw a pic of Brittan and her husband in a Liahona article for August 2013. It was really funny, and I loved it. Good for you Brit and Dillon! Cannot wait to hear about your lil family soon!  


These are pics of me and my ladies: Me and Hma,. Guelet decorating a sign for President Morocho"s (stake pres.) b day, and me eating heart shaped alfajores, and my intercambio (exchange) with the girls at Institute, Hma.Nielsen from Nevada and Hma. Guzman from Argentina (what is it with me an these Argentines these days?)

The Fun We Had at the Temple

Are we having fun yet?( Quote from Party Down, I have no idea if anyone watched that show, but it was worth a shot.)



Well dudes and dudettes, I hope everyone is having fun at home, going through school and getting ready for Halloween. I really would like to celebrate Halloween here, but all of the houses that have lil convenient stores require that you pay for your candy. What a schtick, heh?



This week was full of a lot of ups and downs, but mostly ups. Me and Hermana Jiminez had the privilege of bringing Hma. Kelly and Hmo. Javier to the temple to do their baptisms, and Mauricion,Hmo. Segundo, and a new investigator to take a little tour of the grounds.






Although we couldn't"t enter with Javier and Kelly,me, Hma. Jiminez and Nielsen, (who is now working in Institute), really had a great time helping Mauricio and Segundo and Angel, our taxi driver get acquainted. Angel was just driving us to La Molina, and Hma. Jiminez began to talk with him about the Book of Mormon and his family. We invited him to just see the gardens, but then he stayed with us to watch a video, and then read a little from the Book of Mormon, and then see more of the stores, and ended up having lunch with us. He just loved everything. And I realized that if Hma. Jiminez had not begun to talk with him, he would have never known about any of this. Mauricio, who had been having a difficult time in church since his baptism, would have never had a change to share his testimony with him. And we would have never met the Elders in our ward who are really going to teach him and help him change his life.







This is my message for ya"ll this week. Keep in contact with the impressions from the Holy Ghost. There are more than you think. And watch the womens conference this week, especially the talk from Elder Utchdorf!



Love ya"ll like honey bunches of oats.Hermana Addington

Walkin' On the Beach

 "Pioneer children sang as they walked, and walked and walked." I would like to modify that song for the service I had this week cleaning up the beach in Pachacamac. "Peruvian workers sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked some more." Because it is so true. We walked about 5 miles, me Hma. Jiminez, other missionaries and members this Saturday, just to collect garbage. But it turned out being really great. We helped a lot of people, and I could actually make use of my good arm.
Sounds like my family had an amazing week of Birthdays (shoutout to Amy), temple dedications, (shoutout to Megs and Abby), work and school, (Sean.) I am so proud of all the work that everyone is doing to keep the work of salvation going. I use all of you as my motivation and examples when we are teaching great investigators like Rosa and The Chavez Family. They think about members like ya"ll when they make plans to be baptized and repent. I am so proud of all of you, and them. I love my mission.
Everyone read in Jacob 4 this week, because it takes alot about the Atonement.
 HANG IN THERE!
Hermana Addington

This strong and little lady is my friend Hma. Puma. She ran a marathon on this beach, just to save the starfish from dying of pollution. She is an inspiration.
Hermana Addington

Gimme an Hand..or an Arm

This week has been another challenge, as always is in the mission. Monday, we headed to Gamarra in Lima Central to buya heapload of skirts and other womenly items that were desperately needed. We did not take any pictures though, because we would have beenb robbed blind. But it was the bomb dot.com once we passed by all of the skimpy stores and found the place where they make real skirts. The kind that they send to the little mamitas in the Sierra and Chiclayo. 

There the mountain winds dens a breeze right through your loins if you are not careful. So I bought these beautiful and slightly heavy skirts that have 2 hidden pockets, and a reinforcing line just in case you gain weight. And they only costed like 18 soles! A steal I might say. Then we headed out of the city and had a really good contact with a cab driver named Alfonzo. 

So anyway, all went well until Hermana Jiminez began to get sick on Thursday. She ran a super high fever, and we headed back to our room to get some rest. I helped her get a little better, but there really was a limited amount of things I could do with my arm in a sling. The funniest part was when we tried to lower the top mattress from the bunk bed so that she could sleep below. And I balanced that thing with two other ladies like a handicapped Atlas. But all is well now, and we have a determination to become our healthiest these last 3 weeks of the transfer! 

Really, Satan tried his hardest to destroy us through all kinds of terrible health situations, dis-motivation, and whatever other hard thing he can think of. But he really has just made us a little bit stronger. So thanks a mountain, Satan! 

All of these things that happen in the mission really are funny stories eventually, and you just have to laugh and put your trust in your talents and God. He is the only one that can life you out of your own grave, because he created you. I believe that strongly. Now if all our recent converts, Mauricio, the Lopez family, and Jesus Pantoja can realize that, they will all be a little bit more motivated to push on and make it to the temple! 

Everyone study Alma 36 and 38 this week. Its really good. 

Love, your one and a half armed friend, 

Hermana Hannah Addington

This is Emma Morocho, the stake President"s wife. She is super cool, a mama, an RM, and a fantastic cook. Here she is cookin cachangas, a Peruvian type of hotcake. 

Sooooo good. And her doogie Aisha, being petted by Hermana Jiminez. 

 We learned how to make cachangas last week with Hermana Emma. She is a cooking goddess.

And her puppy Aisha is really cute. Reminds me of Sparky. 

Chasing Pavement

I thought the name of this email was appropriate with what happened this week. When me and Hma. Jiminez were walking back from lunch with our pancionista Thursday, we were kinda hurrying because language study had already started. And lil preoccupied me did not notice one part of the sidewalk that was all busted up. 

And I just tripped and fell like the main character of a lame teen flick. It happened in like 2 seconds, so Hma. Jiminez had no idea I was hurt until I started panting like a puppy. And then this street cleaner come over to me, saying, "Que estas haciendo Senorita? Sabes que es peligrosisimo caminar asi?" (What are you doing lady? Ya know its way dangerous to walk like that?) And I simply said, "Esta bien, gracias." Because that was all I could say to keep in my shame. 

But luckily, no one else saw me. Until we started walking to the street to find a cab. And then like a million members spread the word that I was going to be operated, because he E.R. doctor told me my muscle was like tearing apart, with the tendons all loopy and what not. But the only thing that happened was my right elbow cracked, and I could not straighten out my arm. Thanks to a good orthopedic surgeon in Lima, I know that I can stay in the mission, still proselyte( Thats the word you were looking for megs:)

 And I just have to ask the amazing Hma. Jiminez and other relief society ladies to help me carry my bags. Really, I feel blessed, because I know I am supposed to stay in this mission, work with Hma. Jiminez, and see people enter the temple. Thank you Mama and Dad for letting me stay. I PROMISE  i will not fall anymore, unless it is into my bed with exhaustion at the end of the day. I could not help making a joke, it is the nature of my father in me.

Thanks for your help Megs, and your sweet letter Sean. And everybody that has kept me in their prayers and thoughts. People like ya"ll make serving this mission worthwhile.

Now I know what Nephi meant when he said. "I will not trust in the arm of the flesh soley, but in the God who gave me life. " True dat, Nephi, true dat.
Also read D &C 123:17, and 2 Nephi 25:17

Its just funny to read scriptures about extending arms now.)

Sincerely,
elbowey Hermana Addington

Don't Go Breaking My Heart, OR ELBOW, OR ARM, OR ANYTHING FOR THAT MATTER

Hey Family! This is a pic of my with my arm all bundled up in a cast. And these lil things are Peruvian dolls in representation of all of you: Amy, Abby, Megs, Mama, and Dad.