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P-day at the EU in Brussels 

Mom, I agree on the reading and praying note, I have realized that it is seriously vital. If they aren't willing to have experiences with Christ in the ways that He has given us, then they can't really come closer to Him. Our purpose is to invite others to come unto Christ, not just learn about Him. We can teach, but if they don't act on it, then the purpose is kind of missed. I'll try and send pics of our apartment next week. A blanket sounds wonderful, and the only American food that I can think of is box mix brownies. They don't really have brownies here. 

Dad, ik vind 100% meegaandheid niet zo leuk. Also, I'm pretty sure you're going to have to turn to Tyson for a little J. Heber, because he's not coming out of my body. Sounds like a long week of travelling, so I'm glad your Saturday was at home! Also, golfing sounds like a lot of fun! I just realized that I have seen no golf courses here. The BYU game sounds brutal, but the picture of Zuster Baker running around saying NEIGH made me laugh.

A random field of ostriches by the EU building- gotta love modern art!

Well, on to the week:

We had interviews with President on Tuesday, which was really good and uplifting, but I had a not so great experience that I am sharing with you in strict confidence. THIS IS NOT TO GO IN THE WEEKLY EMAIL- you can tell the Hardy's if you really want, but not others. So, we had interviews at the church, and we reaaaaallly didn't want to be late, so we decided to leave over an hour early to be safe, because Belgium transportation is really unreliable. Naturlijk, because we really needed to be on time, the trams weren't running (normally  this is because the lovely people of Belgium have decided to go on strike again, but this time it was an electricity failure), sooooo, we had to take a bus, which is a lot slower. It FINALLY came, and we were late, but not tooo late. We are sitting on this bus, and I start feeling something akin to a great hand of fury reaching in and clenching my bowels. I made it through a few waves of this pain with no lasting consequences, but I told Zuster Burnham that no matter how late we were, I HAD to go to the bathroom once we made it to Centraal. We finally made it there, so we start the rather long trek to the bathrooms when another wave hits. There is no stopping this one, and some little Hershey squirts start to squeeze out. I waddle quickly towards the bathroom at which point I remember that I have no change, and the durned Europeans do not believe in free bathrooms. I head towards the change machine and stick my bill in, but it keeps spitting it back out at me. The bathroom bodyguard lady walks towards me to help, and I do not have the Dutch to explain to her that I will gladly give her the whole 20 euro bill if it means that I can go in the bathroom and stop standing here soiling my pants. She finally gets it to work, I grab my 20 euros worth of change and run/waddle into the bathroom where I exploded. I cleaned up as best as I could, but there was no way I could continue to where my underwear. Since they're garments, though, I couldn't throw them away either, so I cleaned them as best as I could and stuck them in my bag. And that, friends, is how I had my first interview with President commando. 

Otherwise, our week was pretty normal. We had an awesome lesson with Nathalie, and she was really excited to come to church, but she got really sick Saturday night and couldn't come, soooo next week! Drucella is amazing, and wants to be baptized in December! She is so ready and has such a good heart and a desire to follow Christ! We also got a mini missionary this week, which is kind of funny, because everything is so new to her, and it's made me realize just how used to it I am.

Us with our "mini" missionary

 Her name is Jasmin, and she's actually 25, but she's very new to the church, so she's considering a mission. It's been fun having her around. Not much else has happened this week, but something that we've really been focusing on in studies and lessons this week is coming to know Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ personally. They are not just ideas- they are real beings who love us, listen to us, and talk to us. We can do more than know about them, we can KNOW them. What a blessing that is! I feel like coming to know God is one of the greatest things we can do in our lives. I love you all a lot and pray for you daily! I know that Heavenly Father is watching over you, and I'm very grateful for that!

Liefs,

Zuster Cluff

A piece of the Berlin Wall