So in case you didn't know, in Madagascar there is a tradition of smashing eggs on people's heads and then dumping flour all over them on their birthday. Wednesday morning we got a call from Sister Foote. She wanted to wish Elder Jordan a happy birthday. Luckily, he was in the shower. He hadn't told us it was his birthday. Needless to say we got him really good as he came out of the bathroom. He had to turn around and go right back in.
Fast forward to my birthday yesterday. Sister Atafita (one of the missionaries serving here in Ambohipo) cracked an egg on my head as we were leaving Sunday school. Luckily, carpet doesn't really exist here so it wasn't too hard to clean up. Then last night when Tambula and Jordan came home I was sitting on the couch and Tambula just cracked a couple eggs on my head and then proceeded with the flour. It is a fun tradition. It's weird to think I'm no longer a teenager. I'm a full two decades old.
So Saturday the sisters had three baptisms. We got to go. I was there when all three of them began taking the lessons. Two of them were kids of a less active member who we helped come back to church. Their grandpa was able to baptize them. It was way neat to see.
I realized on Saturday how much Heavenly Father is in charge. It has been neat being a tool in His hands, but I have absolutely nothing to boast of. I can only boast in my God, the one true and living God.
On Sunday, our bishop talked about tithing settlement. I am very grateful to have been able to go to the bishop every year, and see my whole family declare that they are full tithe payers. It is amazing the blessings that come when you pay a full tithe.
I learned how to make mofo gasy this week. It's really hard, but I love it so much.
Rainy season is on its way. Saturday it was pouring during the baptism. I also tried to make refried beans out of kidney beans, not the grossest thing I've eaten.
Word of the week is atody which means egg.
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