Explosion!

So….Remember when I tried making a potato in the microwave with aluminum and it had a little blow up? Or when i dropped the whole pumpkin pie all over the oven? Or when I make a pie with 2 tablespoons of salt instead of sugar? Or when I dropped a whole pizza trying to put in on the cutting board?

Well…I may or may not have blown up an oven this week. Like literally. It exploded.

Let me explain. It was a normal tuesday morning and we went to our district meeting. That morning Hermana Avila was like “Hey you should bring your cake that your mom sent to make it in the church.” Okay. Why not? They always make brownies there when we have meetings. So i bring it all, eggs and all. And start making it. We needed to boil water for the frosting mix and Elder Peterson started the stove. We were just washing dishes after we stuck the cake in the oven and then the Zone Leaders were like hey it smells like gas. I was like okay, so i went to go turn it off and well, the next thing i know, the oven is 3 feet away from the wall, the cieling tiles are no longer attached, and the oven door is not attached. WHAT HAPPENED!!??!? Elder Tapp yelled, literally loosing more hair that he already doesnt have. His face looked like he saw a ghost. I was like IDK IM SORRY! EVERYTHING IS FINE THOUGH! But then the WHOLE rest of the Elders ran in and are like OMG WHAT HAPPENED!”

It was like when a baby falls and is fine but the mom yells and it starts crying. So naturally i start balling and i felt SOOO bad and dumb and embarassed!

Later i find out that Elder Tapp and Stumpf were blown back by the explosion and they thought that i literally died in there. But i was compeltely fine. I have a bruise from where the oven hit me, but thats all.

3 Morals of the story here– 1. I am totally protected by angels. God loves his missionaries and everything was okay. I know that with obedience, we are blessed. Thats what it says in my setting apart blessing. 2. Also, Cassie Corriveau cant cook. 3. My future husband is getting take out every night.

Also, I was the main cause of Adelante Con Valor, the email that President sends out every week. ” missionaries, ovens in the church are not for missionaries to use” ….OOOOOPPPSSSS.

So anyway it was an awesome week! Sorry i didnt email last week. We were at the volcanoes. Ill send pictures of that. It was legit and I LOVE the Martinez family. End of story. You will meet them when i skype you on Christmas!!!!

We had our Christmas Conference with the Kuschs. Presidents first comment to me was Hermana Corriveau, how nice to see you with hair today. I will never live that one down. It was cool though. We did skits, ours was by far the best. We did an Elf spoof, missionary style. Pretty funny. I won a porcelin toilet in the white gift exchange. But sadly it got stolen ;( so i ended up with an arubix cube. and its an addiction.

I have learned alot of listening to people and really just being their friend. Thats how people gain trust and love in you. You dont have to be weird to be a missionary, just LOVE people and TALK to them!!!! We have had SUCH good luck with menos activos coming to church. A whole family is coming that hasnt come in months.

We also have this way legit man named Adrian. he came to church after the first time we met him. SO COOL! Pray for him please!

There is so much to write i cant even think of it all. But just know that miracles happen. Life is great! Christmas is awesome! The spirit of Christmas is unreal. Have you watched El es la Dadiva yet? Wait, thats not what it is in English. He is the Gift? Watch it now!

Well Im going to share a story with you from a talk from President Hinkley. Have a great Christmas and never forget the real reason WHY we have Christmas. I loveeee youuuu!

Hinkley Story:

“Years ago there was a little one-room schoolhouse in the mountains of Virginia where the boys were so rough that no teacher had been able to handle them.

“A young, inexperienced teacher applied, and the old director scanned him and asked: ‘Young fellow, do you know that you are asking for an awful beating? Every teacher that we have had here for years has had to take one.’

“‘I will risk it,’ he replied.

“The first day of school came, and the teacher appeared for duty. One big fellow named Tom whispered: ‘I won’t need any help with this one. I can lick him myself.’

“The teacher said, ‘Good morning, boys, we have come to conduct school.’ They yelled and made fun at the top of their voices. ‘Now, I want a good school, but I confess that I do not know how unless you help me. Suppose we have a few rules. You tell me, and I will write them on the blackboard.’

“One fellow yelled, ‘No stealing!’ Another yelled, ‘On time.’ Finally, ten rules appeared on the blackboard.

“‘Now,’ said the teacher, ‘a law is not good unless there is a penalty attached. What shall we do with one who breaks the rules?’

“‘Beat him across the back ten times without his coat on,’ came the response from the class.

“‘That is pretty severe, boys. Are you sure that you are ready to stand by it?’ Another yelled, ‘I second the motion,’ and the teacher said, ‘All right, we will live by them! Class, come to order!’

“In a day or so, ‘Big Tom’ found that his lunch had been stolen. The thief was located—a little hungry fellow, about ten years old. ‘We have found the thief and he must be punished according to your rule—ten stripes across the back. Jim, come up here!’ the teacher said.

“The little fellow, trembling, came up slowly with a big coat fastened up to his neck and pleaded, ‘Teacher, you can lick me as hard as you like, but please, don’t take my coat off!’

“‘Take your coat off,’ the teacher said. ‘You helped make the rules!’

“‘Oh, teacher, don’t make me!’ He began to unbutton, and what did the teacher see? The boy had no shirt on, and revealed a bony little crippled body.

“‘How can I whip this child?’ he thought. ‘But I must, I must do something if I am to keep this school.’ Everything was quiet as death.

“‘How come you aren’t wearing a shirt, Jim?’

“He replied, ‘My father died and my mother is very poor. I have only one shirt and she is washing it today, and I wore my brother’s big coat to keep me warm.’

“The teacher, with rod in hand, hesitated. Just then ‘Big Tom’ jumped to his feet and said, ‘Teacher, if you don’t object, I will take Jim’s licking for him.’

“‘Very well, there is a certain law that one can become a substitute for another. Are you all agreed?’

“Off came Tom’s coat, and after five strokes the rod broke! The teacher bowed his head in his hands and thought, ‘How can I finish this awful task?’ Then he heard the class sobbing, and what did he see? Little Jim had reached up and caught Tom with both arms around his neck. ‘Tom, I’m sorry that I stole your lunch, but I was awful hungry. Tom, I will love you till I die for taking my licking for me! Yes, I will love you forever!’”

To lift a phrase from this simple story, Jesus, my Redeemer, has taken “my licking for me” and yours for you.IMG_0493 IMG_0511 IMG_0535 IMG_0599 IMG_0603 IMG_0607 IMG_0560

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