I know that my Redeemer lives!

Jenna opening her Easter package

Wow fam!

I got my packageeeee!!! :D  It made me so happy. I cried. I showed off my dress at a big zone conference for everyone in the south. That was a good score, Mom!! It made me feel so happy and loved just imagining all the work you guys put into making the pretty eggs and decorating the box with Embra and Guillerma.

Azua summer has me beat! The mission tribulations just got a lot more physical. First, the antsssss are unbeatable!! And it’s not like in NJ where you can just keep the counters clean and then the ants go away. Also, the ants got my peeps, Mom :'(  and they ate giant holes in our tortillas and bread and nothing is safe in the house.

Also, I’ve had a fever all week and the sun didn't help. Just achy and sore and fatigued. But luckily I was able to push through most days and we went out all week except Saturday. (Saturday I had these super weird-red-blotchy-spots all over my skin. It wasn't really itchy and it wasn't bumpy. I don't know what it was.) The members were super sweet at church and checked up on me. But the glorious good news is that I woke up this morning and felt completely normal.

Also, EASTERRRR! I’m so grateful for Easter. Sometimes I wish I could be as eloquent as the Apostles so I could say how I really feel about the whole thing, but I'll just be simple.

I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living Head.
He lives to bless me with his love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.
He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives, my kind, wise heav'nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while he lives, I'll sing.
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
"I know that my Redeemer lives!"
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
"I know that my Redeemer lives!"

It’s a good song. Click here to listen. I used to think that the significance in saying "Christ lives" is that we can live again, too, but it's a lot more than that. My heart is happy.

Also, we got a bunch of investigators to church this week!! Woo! Crossing my fingers that we can still have a baptism this week!!

Love you, fam!
Hermana Ludlam

Jenna keeps telling us her feet are fine and then
she sends pictures like these!