Nov 10, There's a First for Everything!

​Hello my wonderful family and friends!

It's been a few weeks since I've sent out a mass email, so I thought I'd make up for it by telling you a pretty decent story...deal?

A few weeks ago, the McCabes, an incredible family in our ward invited us over for dinner. (A little background on them) The McCabes are just like the Carter family back home. They LOVE, BREATH, and LIVE for hunting. The last time we went over, they fed us duck and elk. They wanted the "Yankee" Utah girl to expand her horizon I guess! Somewhere during the conversation at dinner, my mind must have gone somewhere else for a moment, because I had agreed to the next dinner's main course being... squirrel. Not only squirrel, but by the time I realized what was going on, they escalated the conversation to eating the squirrel's brain too! An alert popped up in my head by that point! There was no way I was ever going to do that! ...I'm embarassed to say, I fell into peer pressure this weekend. On Sunday, they invited us over. The next thing you know, Sister Huffaker is eating SQUIRREL. Not only the meat of it mixed with the tiny bones, but the legs, the tongue and the BRAIN. You read your screens right folks. I ate the brain of a tree rat.

Hope my story made up for it! :)

To be honest, these past couple weeks have been somewhat of a struggle for the Brownlee Sisters. My trainer, bless her heart, has one week left of her mission. We had planned for this last transfer to work extremely hard until the very end. The funny thing with plans, is you get a curve ball thrown at you sometimes. 2 weeks ago, I got a severe sinus infection. I didn't want to accept the fact that I was sick, so I put my better judgment to the side. I'm not proud to admit, but I might have broke the 9th commandment and fibbed to my companion. I wanted the work to go on so I told her I was okay and we could carry on like normal. A few days later, I developed Walking Pneumonia. We've had to take it easy for awhile, and it has been very hard on both of us. Especially Sister Zemp. I know that this wasn't the ideal way of going home, but as we've gotten back to our old routine this week, we've discussed and analyzed that there were specific lessons God was teaching us throughout this trial. I've come to really know that God does work in mysteries ways. We have our weak moments and times where we He wants us to learn specific lessons in ways he knows will be most effective for us. I'm grateful for the lessons I learned these past couple weeks.

I love you all so much and I can't wait to hear from ya'll soon:)

Love your sister missionary,

Sister Huffaker