Bronson has been in the Mexico City CCM for a week now. Words can’t describe how hard it has been for us (his family) to wait for that first real email, to make sure he is doing ok. We got that email today, and I think it is safe to say that heÂ isÂ doing well. He doesn’t mention this, but one of the Elders in his district is the oldest son of a very good friend of mine from high school. What a small world! Here is an excerpt from his letter today:
I loved reading all of your emails, they were very uplifting. This experience has been so exciting. I am in a district with six companionships in it, and we have been growing close. One companionship is hermanas (sisters). Every morning, we get up and go to breakfast–which the food is always super good. Every meal has two entrees that you can choose from, and there is a soda machine that you can mix the flavors to make your own thing. I just like sticking to the really good apple juice–after breakfast we just go to class, and learn language and doctrine. every evening, we get to teach an investigator, and we have to do it in Spanish because he is a friend of one of the teachers. after we all teach him, we go to bed and start again.
I have learned so much within the last couple days. I am speaking enough Spanish that I can get my point across. I live in a dorm-type place. There are three rooms with two elders per room. Each of us have a pair of latino elders in each dorm. I have already gone through many trials within this week. It’s like they come and go on a regular basis. Sometimes I think that I can’t go on, that living like this for 2 years is impossible. But I remember that the Lord is on my side, and I know that any trial that is put in my way can be overcome. The worst one to over come was leaving my family. At the airport I had a new sickly feeling that I have never experienced before. Â And every time I thought of that last time I turned around from my family, it hurt. But I have learned that that feeling is like velcro. The first few times you rip it off, it’s the loudest and hardest. But as the days went on the more I thought about it, it didn’t hurt as much, until it didn’t hurt at all. Not that I don’t miss my family, because I do, so bad I miss them like nothing else in the world right now. It’s that once I put my faith in the Lord I began to be comforted, and I thank Him for that every day.
The CCM (seh-seh-emeh) is really fun too, the whole campus is surrounded by sound barrier brick walls. Every night there is something called “saint of the day”, and people blow up dynamite. So, every day at about 5, we start to hear explosions all around us.
I’m excited to continue my mission and I can’t wait to write again next week.