Lunch Box :)

July 1, 2013

As a mother of a missionary, I find myself asking the same questions over and over and not getting the adequate response. I must not be alone in this… My sweet friend Penny thought of an analogy that I love. I shared it with Megan in hopes that this week, I might get some of my concerns addressed… This is Penny’s analogy and Meg’s reply;

I thought of an analogy that might help---pouring our hearts into emails to our missionary children and not having them responded to is like sending our kids to school or activities with a lunch we have packed for them---they eat it (hopefully all of it), they appreciate it (on some level when they are very young and more than we know when they are older), and it nourishes them (that's what we pray for), but how often do we hear anything about the lunch we packed? (Maybe sometimes they will mention something that really stood out or let us know if we forgot to pack something essential or something less than gourmet) If we forget to send the lunch they notice!  

To my sweet mother who has been spending 9 months of her life packing me a lunch each week.

I do believe I deserve awful daughter award for not doing this sooner. I am so sorry that I do not express in this email how grateful I am for your emails. But I promise, I write about them in my journal every night. Or in my prayers. Each prayer I offer, I let my Eternal Father know just how grateful I am to have this Earthly Mother. With tears in my eyes mom, I want you to know you mean the world to me. I will never be able to adequately express how much I truly need each thing you pack me. There are seriously moments when I´m like this is the end. But I get a letter from you and it´s like keep going. Keep going.

I love you! ~ Meg

The spiciest salsa I’ve ever tried. I think you all would´ve cried! It was deceiving… it was just jellied looking strawberries. I was so innocent. I thought it was jelly… For 3 seconds. Then I died when the chili kicked in. wow, wow, wow. 

us chilin. waiting for our apt. long story. i´ll tell you when i get back. but it was our last night together and I said, hey don´t worry. This is a tender mercy. Look where we are. Our favorite chairs. Under the costa Rican sky. pura vida mi amor. I know Heavenly Father sent me here to be more pura vida. LOVE IT. 

 Hello Family & Friends,

I officially am still in Ciudad Colòn. I have a new companion. Her name is Rebecca Hernandez from El Salvador. Remember my last comp had 29 years? Hermana Hernandez is the first missionary here who has 19 years. What a change! I really like Hermana Hernandez. She´s such a good missionary, and just the spark I need here. She inspires me to be better, to work harder, to love the people more. She´s great. Loves loves, LOVES movies, wooo hoo! I told her all about Better Off Dead yesterday. She loved that! And she wants to learn English so badly! What a blessing to have her. Your prayers are answered always.

Okay so there´s always a lot of pressure when someone new enters your life. It´s weird for a bit, but you just gotta keep moving forward. It´s weird how someone can enter into your life, leave a lasting mark, and just leave. I´ll miss Hermana Lopez, we´ve been through a lot together. But this week, I showed Hna. H. the area and the members. We spent 5 hours under the pouring rain Saturday touching fences (knocking doors) and yelling UPE (yes upe is like hello. Like hey someone´s out here and want to talk to you. Legend is that it´s short for Guadalupe.)
trying to enter into someone´s house. Nobody let us in. Could it be that we were strangers and soaking wet? Please pray for this area. We need to be sharing the gospel with someone.

I´d like to tell you about my newest friend here in Ciudad Colon. His name is M. He´s also 19. He was baptized about a year ago, fell away from the church, but is now returning and preparing for a mission. I think he´ll be leaving the same time as Bray. To work, talk and to know M is a tender mercy because it's like having Brayden here. He just makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. We had planned for M to meet us at the church at 4 to be with us in a lesson. The investigator never showed up. Poor M. But we had Plans ABC and D. Nobody was home. So we decided to contact. He told us; 

 “Hermana´s, my mom´s out partying. (Doesn’t live with his dad.) My dad´s with my stepmom. (Doesn´t have siblings.) I don´t have any friends. I´m on vacations from school this week, let´s go!” He was with us all day, in a white shirt and tie, in the downpour. This member is SO inspiring. He reminds me of Alma 24 and the anti'nephi'lehits. He used to have like 15 piercings on his face. Nose. Eye brows. Lips. Ears. everywhere. He took them all off and hasn´t looked back. He is someone who has truly buried his weapons (distractions from getting to the temple) DEEP into the earth. He showed us where his friend, D lives. He is also a member. And the two of them bore such powerful testimony of the gospel. I´m just in shock at the youth here.  I am SO blessed to be able to work with them. I truly truly truly love this ward and these members and YOUTH. I know that Heavenly Father has a lot of confidence in His youth. To my brothers and friends preparing for a mission: Do EVERYTHING you can to burry your weapons. Bad friends, bad language, bad music (that has a really good beat, but awful message) that girl who is a distraction, and get to mission prep. More importantly, be in the church each Sunday.

 Anyways, this week I had an amazing experience in my personal study that taught me that Heavenly Father truly is with me.

From my study journal: Today I´m studying about the Plan of Salvation. I´m encouraged to do so in my Patriarchal Blessing also, today we plan to teach Damaris. Damaris is such a good woman with so much hunger to know the truth. I was studying in the Spanish guide to the scriptures and came across a scripture in Acts 17:28.

Paul is serving a mission in the moment called Mars´Hill (cool name, right?) He´s in a very idolatrous city, which causes his spirit to ¨be stirred.¨ (vs.16.) Which I think means he was a little uncomfortable. But he preaches on, true love of Christ. I really like this chapter; it has a lot of imagery. The people ask him, what do you believe? They literally ask him if he´s just a ¨blabbering¨idiot (vs. 18) Blunt, like the Ticos. And he teaches the importance of worshiping God, and not just a graven image (or a virgin Maria.) Then he shares a message about the resurrection and judgment. When they heard of the resurrection of the dead, ¨some mocked.¨ (vs.32) which can be so discouraging. But there is a miracle here! Others said, we will hear thee again of this matter. To me, the word ¨mocked¨ can mean that they refused to listen, they ignored the invitation, they said ¨come back another day¨ but what they really mean is not this day. Yesterday, I was talking with some women. One said she loved to read the Bible-me too! God loves us so much He calls prophets to teach His commandments and will. There were prophets in the American Continent too! And I introduced the Book of Mormon. She wasn´t listening and I felt like I was being rude-but more like what Moroni calls bold, full of the pure love of Christ. I didn´t want to get up to heaven and be accountable for her not having the opportunity. We left. I was upset. My companion said, (and I don´t think she realized how much I needed to hear) ¨this is part of planting the seed. ¨Like Paul, I departed from them.¨ (vs. 33) now here´s the part I love. ¨Howbeit certain men clave unto him, and believed: among the which was Dionysius the Aeropagite, and a woman named Damaris, and others with them.¨  (vs. 34) It is my hope that what I say to these people will help them believe and to come unto Christ. (I hope those of you reading these words RIGHT NOW will recognize the importance of putting Christ at the center of your life. I promise that it is the MOST important thing you can choose to do, today.) Obviously not everyone I talk to will believe, but certain others will. Also, I love that one of these woman is named Damaris. My testimony grew that this woman is a believer. I can help her come unto Christ and receive the restored gospel! How excited, yet naturally nervous I am. Great study today!

My testimony grew, when we study for our investigators (our children, our ward members we visit teach-home teach, our self) we receive a lot of revelation. Heavenly Father is so much closer to us.

After this happened, I felt the spirit so strongly tell me that I needed to share this with Damaris. I knelt down and prayed to confirm this feeling. I asked, ¨Father, never before have I shared anything like this before. Should I? ¨And I heard ¨I showed it to you for a reason.¨

We shared this message with her. Family and friends, the Spirit was SO strong! It was incredible. She touched her heart when she read her own name here and said wow. I feel something really grand. Something really big, but I can´t explain it. We invited her to come to church with us. But she has to work. Today she had an interview for a job and a different place. If she gets it, she´ll have Sunday´s free. I´ve been praying and fasting for her. I truly hope that it works out. I know that Heavenly Father is providing the way for her to continue to progress and I truly truly truly hope that she takes a leap of faith and acts on the impressions she´s receiving.

I´m really happy and SO grateful to be a missionary. Family, thank you for all of your sacrifices on my behalf. Wow. I am so blessed. I love Costa Rica. I love being a missionary. I love talking with people I´ve never met and try to share part of my joy. I love my eternal family. I really really really love each of you. I'm grateful for Spanish. I don´t understand everything, but I know that Heavenly Father has something grand in store for me. How blessed I am to know English. Truly truly blessed. I can hear the voice of the prophet. How blessed I am to be born in Utah. Where the church is headquartered. How blessed I am to be surrounded by people who share my same beliefs and values. How blessed I am to be tall and strong. I´m grateful for my last name. I´m grateful for my parents who taught me how to truly work. I´m grateful for my Savior, Jesus Christ. I love my scriptures. I love the New Testament. I´m finding flecks of gold here. I love love reading about His ministry here on the Earth. I know He was here, especially amongst the Ticos. And I know He will come again. I love my Heavenly Father and know He is with me always. Something that has really helped me this week talk with strangers is the scripture that says, I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left. What a promise. And it´s true. I know He is here. I haven´t any fear when I remember this. Our faith can kill our fear. For those of you too scared to return to church, just put that foot forward. I know you can. Your Heavenly Father knows you can. If you´re too scared to talk to your Bishop, just trust. Have faith. I know that it´s so worth it. If you feel like you can´t possibly keep going, do the small things. Because I know that small things are great miracles in the long run. Have Family Home evening each week. Say your prayers, OFTEN. Serve someone who is weaker than you.

I love Costa Rica. I know that my Heavenly Father loves me. He sent me here after all. I know I am literally a Daughter of God. Imagine that. God who created the stars and universes. Yet I am his crowing creation. I am she that He wants to talk to. I know He listens to our prayers. I know He loves each of you.

Thank you all for the impression you´ve left on my heart and made me a better person. Keep being great. Keep moving forward. Never forget that I love you. More importantly that Heavenly Father loves you.

Smile. Each of you.

Please each of you that are reading this, send me a photo of you smiling. I really want to see your happy faces. Make sure and look like a dork. It´s the best way to make it through this life. And I’ll do the same. Haha.

I love you!

Sincerely,

Hermana Megan Diane Workman

Connor, special shout out. I heard how awesome your Eagle Court of Honor was. Congrats again!! On your birthday, my comp and I sang to you. Did you hear it from miles away! haha. 

LOVE YA
Meg

Meggee Poppin's

June 24, 2013

Meggee Poppin’s!!

The subject title is in reference to a myriad of things… Many emails poppin in all day with lots of fun photos. The fact that Meg has to “Pop” into the American Embassy to make sure she is still legit to be in Costa Rica.  She has been whitewashing an area and could be possibly popping into a new one tomorrow?? and finally… It’s the rainy season in Costa Rica. The umbrella…. Wow, metaphorically we could go really deep there but, let’s just stay surface level and say it protects ya! The missionaries are always being protected.  D & C 84:88 came into my mind several times this week… still not sure why?? I didn’t get any crazy stories from Hermana Workman. I am not sure she shares everything and it’s probably for the best. We know she is protected and we believe in the power of prayer!  “And whoso ^areceiveth you, there I will be also, for I will go^bbefore your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my ^cSpirit shall be in your hearts, and mine ^dangels round about you, to bear you up.”~ D & C 84:88

 

Let faith overcome your fear and hope overcome your despair! Please, take a minute to watch this Mormon Message. It’s the message that Megan wanted to share with all of you this week. The link is below. XOXO The Workman’s

“Buenas tardes a mi familia eterna. ¡YO EXTRAÑO MUCHO! 

And that´s about all the time I’ll spend trying to type Spanish. haha. 

Frankly, nothing happened this week. I walked and talked with strangers. Trying to find some people to teach. It could possibly be my last week in this beautiful city. I honestly don´t know if I´m ready for change or not. I do know I´m ready to find people who want to hear this gospel. Missionary work is a lot more fun when, well, when there´s work. haha.” 

I´ve trained and I´ve witewashed. Frankly, I prefer not training, but it kept me more obedient. Whitewash is SOOOO FUN! Everyday is an adventure. It´s only tough for the first like...two to three weeks. It´s awesome being totally lost all the time. My current area has only ever had elders in it. We´re the first sisters here ever! The miracles we’ve seen are amazing! There are many houses the Elders could never get into. I’ve see miles of miracles. I made a list of the kind of trainer-companion I wanted to be. The kind of things to avoid, and things to try. It was great.

I know this church is true. I know that Jesus Christ came and redeemed us all from the fall of Adam and Eve. I know our Heavenly Father loves us all so much. I love you all so much! For those of you in times of desperation, fear, anxiety, I advice you to watch, A mother´s Hope. A Mormon message about the power of prayer. I love it! And I love you! http://www.mormonchannel.org/mormon-channel-daily/233?v=2371781721001

Love, 

Meg

My favorite Dish!

This is the biggest lying/flying insecct I've seen here!

Yesterdays football game is today's bruise!

Futball!

I found SNOW!! It was so cool... then I realized I was just outside a meat packaging plant... not COOL!

The Coolest Coffee maker in Costa Rica!

"Hail Mary!!" Football Style :)

June 16, 2013  “FOOTBALL!! Hail Mary!”

Daddy-o. Your details about Fathers Day made me jealous. Mainly the food part. I think the first two things I want when I get home are Grandmas ribs and fried potatoes and onions. Then, I want nothing but Pinto. Haha.

My father’s day here went like this:

Stake Conference. We went to a place called Ezcazu.(I-ka-soo) And it was actually super awesome. Good spirit! I´m getting to that point where I can understand Spanish! I still get a headache, but it´s not quite as bad. In the middle of it, the Internet failed and we couldn´t see the conference. Nothing was happening. So the babies started wiggling... more. The adults started talking. I´m sure as a normal human being this would´ve been great, but as a missionary I felt so strongly that I needed to do something to preserve the spirit. So I got up. I told everyone that we´re going to sing, “How Firm a Foundation.” I was quite nervous. It was in front of hundreds. Leading the hymn in Español. But I did it, and it was great. I had the support of fellow missionaries with their thumbs up and smiles. As we sat back down, I was happy I followed the inspiration of the Spirit.

 After that, we went to M´s house.  She is a 70ish year old woman in our wards house for lunch.  Usually we eat, share a spiritual thought, and leave. But today, she informed us, they were expecting all of their family over for lunch. (What we would refer to as dinner). We ended up waiting 2 hours. But the food was delicious. All of her family was so kind. One of her sons is the stake president. We sat at what I explained to my companion, the little kid table. (Thanksgiving style.) It was a little weird. But the food was delicious. RED MEAT! (The kind I recognized!) naturally, rice and beans and platanos with mayonnaise? I decided to count it as a tender mercy from the Lord that I was surrounded by a big family, like mine, with nothing to do but eat too much and enjoy each others company.

El Hermano's~

Today we went to Don Bosco to play some ball. I learned something today. I think Ryley would be pleased. Soccer (futbol) is way fun. Also, Football is the MOST amazing sport in the world. The most fun! Today we played Gringos verses Mexicans (and 2 Hondurans).  Naturally, they kicked our trash at soccer.  Eventually it started to rain and they all were ready to leave. I then asked, “who´s ready to play some REAL football?” (You do remember the day I spent so much of my p-day looking for an American football!! – looks like it paid off!) All the Latinos looked at me like I’d just suggested we eat newborns. The gringos were all thrilled. “Football in the rain? CLASSIC!” So we explained how to play. The Latinos are actually pretty violent, even though we were playing one hand touch. We had THE plays!!  “Hook n Ladder” and “The Hail Mary”!! We tripped them OUT! So funny! I loved every minute of it. Brothers, thank you for teaching me the good stuff!

The Hermanas... Gringas and Latinos!

I think the bees knees of you, mother. You are MY hero. Thank you for your prayers. You´re in all of mine. You are a wonderful mother in Zion. Don’t sweat the little stuff. Not having toilet paper lets me walk a mile in these people’s shoes. To love them even more. Not having money for the bus just lets me walk and realize how grateful I am for a public bus. Not having food teaches me that I truly have so much. It’s not usually as bad as I make it seem. Mom, I learned something about president through all this suffering I was going through. This man loves me. This man is just that. Hu-man. But I know he truly, truly cares. I know he cries and worries and fasts and prays and prays and fasts and prays again, just for me. He´s a very humble man. Just know that I truly am well taken care of.

I LOVE YOU MOM, DAD, BRAYDEN, RYLEY, CONNO. Take care!

Love you all!

Meg

**DISCLOSURE! (READ WITH ADULT EYES ONLY) Okay, well I´d like to explain some of these photos. I was at I´s house for dinner one night; please inform Chad, juevos rancheros= Super good!!! When she told me she wanted to show me something. So she left and came back with something. I held it in my hands. I was just super confused as to what the heck it was. I smelt it. Who knows what it is!? So I ask, What is it? Peñe. Or something like that? Huh? I don´t understand. Naturally I would be sniffing Bull Penis. Please get a good laugh out of that. I sure did.

Lunch at a member’s house. Like cowboy grub without the green beans. Super good!

I passed by some ducks and naturally all I heard was each of you saying, “I want a baby duck for my birthday.” haha

Speaking of birthdays. 

All I want are letters, drawing, comics, and more letters, from YA´LL. Please make them good. Spend some time. Ha-ha. I love reading your stuff! Also, if a new outfit stumbles across my way I´d be grateful. You'd be surprised how boring the same 7 outfits can become.

Thank you!

I´m flattered you all like my letter/blog, quite frankly. But honestly my purpose with each letter I write is to strengthen all y'all back home or around the world. So I hope it´s working. I truly hope the Spirit transfers.

"Daughter of a King"

For those of you whom may have noticed, we didn't get an email from Meg on Monday.  Instead, we received an email from a member saying that Hermana Workman doesn't get a day off this week. She will be going to the temple on Saturday and may be able to write home then.  

San Jose, Costa Rica Temple - June 15, 2013

June 15, 2013

Hello Family and Friends!!

Okay so what happened to your sweet daughter-sister-neighbor-acquantaince-neice-granddaughter-random stranger who’s blog I accidently stumbled across  in these past two weeks? Mainly this:  I´ve been humbled. Oh boy yes I have. As you may remember, the last email I sent, I was in a bad spot. I was just super upset about how things were NOT going my way.

Last Sunday night we got a call saying that there would be no P-day the following day. For about 50 seconds my natural woman was not happy. But I closed my eyes and went to bed. Then I woke up and the first thing I say was a photo of the temple. And I thought, Huh. If I need to sacrifice one P-day to go to the temple, so be it. I love the temple. Today we did sealing’s. Afterwards, they let us just sit in the celestial room and THE SPIRIT ROCKS! *Photo today at the temple.  I really have taken it for granted up until the mish. I’m making resolutions-goals now to change that when I get back.

San Jose, Costa Rica Temple. June 15, 2013

Can I get real with you for a bit? Remember about six weeks ago when I was begging my Father in Heaven to let me stay in this city? I told him in personal prayer, “please let me stay. I promise to work harder and use every minute to help your children here. Please let me stay.” Well know what happened? I stayed and I got a trial. We got dumped. And I was really sad about it. And my work slowed down. My attitude was grey and gloomy. But, I kept on pushing that handcart. And you know what happened? We got dumped. Again. It was even worse this time. All seemed to be lost. This city is awful, nobody wants to hear this message, why am I even here? And you know what I realized in all this? That afflictions are so, so good for the soul. Wait, Hermana Workman, I think you´re on crack or just made a typo. What do you mean afflictions are good for the soul? Turn with me please, to my new favorite scripture, 2 Corin. 4:17

For our light ^aaffliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and ^{beternal cweight} of glory;

This scripture is coming from a guy named Paul. Do you remember him? This man was imprisoned, beaten, starved, stoned, mocked, laughed at, and eventually murdered. Did you notice his key word here? Light Affliction.  When was the last time one of us had a light affliction? Anyway, I realized something. Heavenly Father said, okay. I´ll let you stay. But let´s prove ya. Let´s see if you´re really going to hold up to your end. So he threw me a trial. And how did I handle it? Poorly. Oops. Let´s give her another one. How did I handle it? Not so well. There´s this moment when you´re crying on the floor in a Costa Rica bathroom, and I promise that I do not cry nearly as much as I used to, when you think. “Well, this truly sucks.” I’d like to relate it to some of you. Life truly sucks sometimes. You didn´t need this blog to tell you that. It´s a fact. But it´s what we learn from these little afflictions that bring us eternal glory. Our Light Afflictions are Eternal Glory. These trials, as we´re told in the scriptures are worth more than gold. Imagine that. More than gold for this tear. More than gold for this missed promotion. For that bad grade. Etc.

This week I realized that my Heavenly Father, in His Mercy, was letting my testimony grow. Proving me to know if I truly love Him or not. So I was being humbled. My prayers got more intense, my studies more meaningful, my desire stronger. What was happening? Turn with me to the Book of Mormon. Here is a group of sad people. Nobody wants them because they´re poor and dirty and in the opinion of some, have nothing to offer the world. How does this make Alma feel? What does he say? Alma 32:6

And now when Alma heard this, he turned him about, his face immediately towards him, and he beheld with great joy; for he beheld that their^aafflictions had truly ^bhumbled them, and that they were in a ^cpreparation to hear the word.

So he hears they’re in a bad spot, and he feels joy. Perverted? No! Awesome! I imagine this is how Heavenly Father must feels when we finally are like, Jesus, Savior: Pilot me. (Listen to this hymn!) Help me please my father. I am a little broken. Sad. Poor. Lowly in heart. I need Thee. I love the image of Alma, turning their face about, looking them square on. Eye to eye. Because I like to imagine that this is what our Father in Heaven does to us. With our cheeks in His palms, He turns us (away from Sodom, or whatever it may be that’s distracting us) and looks at us, His creations, square on, and is happy. Why do we have these afflictions? So we can finally listen to what He´s trying to say (the word).

This weekend, I had the opportunity to listen to my Mission President and a Multi-zone conference. Today I was in the Temple. I had been being prepared to listen to the Spirit more strongly telling me what changes I need to make right now to be the Megan I was created to be. I have learned so much!

I read this week in the Ensign, the General Conference edition, from Neil L. Andersen about the Trial of our Faith. So good. Go and read it. Even if you´re not a Mormon (yet) it´s a good read. There is a story shared about a 9 year old boy with cancer who is about to start treatment. He asks his doctor, “will I be the same when this is over?” “No”.  Says the Doctor. “You´ll be so much better.”

Family, friends and especially my parents, I don´t have to tell you that I can be stubborn. What this really means is, I´ve been holding on to some pride. Fighting the change my Heavenly Father is trying so hard to give me. The things that will make me so much better. Will I be the same after this mission is over? I hope not. I hope each day to be so much better. 

I don´t know exactly what trials you´re each facing, but our Heavenly Father knows. Whatever pains you´re experiencing, there is medicine. (a balm as the scriptures say) The Atonement is the balm of Gililead. The Atonement can heal all your wounds. However hurt you may feel. However sad, broken, lost, upset, frustrated, lonely, tired, scared, whatever, our Savior suffered it all first, so He may know exactly how to take care of you.

We still don´t really have investigators to teach. There still are a ton of Catholic folk here. None of that has changed. What has changed? Me. Your daughter. Granddaughter. Neighbor. Friend. Sister. Stranger? (hehe) My goal for the rest of this mission (and life) is to remember why I´m doing this. Because I love my Heavenly Father and His son, Jesus Christ. Megan, Do you love me? Yes. You know I do. Do you love me? I said I do, and I do! Megan, Do you love me? Yes. Then Feed My Sheep! (Conf talk, Elder Holland) There are moments when I´m caught back in that fisherboat, trying to catch fish. Like what I´ve known all my life. But I´m reminded time and time again, that this is the work of the Almighty God. I am to do what I´ve been commissioned to do. It will be hard. But I´ve been asked to leave all this and suffer. To preach. To rescue the lost and the weary.

I thank you all deeply for the care and support you send me. Through prayers, a letter, a thought, a shout out, or whatever it may be. Though I cannot see you, I can feel  you. Now I’m not going “Ghost” pottery scene moment, but I can really feel the silent prayers and support. Thank you for your love and your faith.

It is my testimony that Heavenly Father knows better than I do. That He loves me. That He sent His son to die and suffer for me. I know that the Atonement was for each of us. To help us be better and stronger. I know that if we keep moving forward, enduring and enduring, we will be blessed for our faith. I know that this gospel is true because it is the only church on the earth that asks us to murder the natural man (or woman.) I know it is true because I have prayed and received direct revelation from God himself telling me that yes! The Book of Mormon is true. That Joseph Smith was a prophet who restored the Church of Jesus Christ. READ THE BOOK OF MORMON. Read it, and love it. Think about it. What does it mean for you? To me, it means the world. I love my Book of Mormon, I love my Savior.

Thank you for everything. With all my love and virtual hugs (unless you´re that stranger who for some reason is still reading this thing, in which case, you just get a handshake)

Love,

Megan

PS  Connor, you´re not going to get eaten by spiders or iguana’s here. Ryley, the soccer in Costa Rica is better.

Yes! Costco canned chicken! I MADE IT TO A COSTCO!!!!!!!! Well here it’s called pricemart. But felt like a champ anyways. They even sell the pizza and shakes and stuff. So I bought this chicken.

Mom, our Princess Party was AWESOME! SUCH A BLAST! We´re still enjoying the goods and fun pink stuff. I filmed my comp and pop rocks, her first, and most likely last time. SOOOOO FUNNY!

Princess Party and Costco (Pricemart) canned chicken!!

By the way, I haven´t been counting for a while now. So no more mention about how much time I have been out. None. Everyone who asks gets my generic response, A little bit more then four months. Do I feel bad when they compliment my Spanish for how little time I have? cha. Don´t judge me.

Bray, yeah. We got some rotten timing with this whole thing. But I’m trying really hard not to think about it too much. Know what I like thinking about? All the ways I’m going to spoil you when you´re on your mission!

(No packages from the Kellers yet. sorry.)

Remember in January when I told you we were going into San Jose to see D. Todd Christofferson? Well... this is it!! It's an awesome 5 minute video about the missionary work going forward in Central America!  We didn't find Meg in the photos but, she is there!!

One guess what this photo is about??