M.S.A.
It's not a gang, virus or credential. It's the designation for members of the LDS church whose relationship status is single and age is 30s to 40s. It stands for Mid Single Adult.
The guest speakers served as Public Affairs couple missionaries for 18 months and they shared experiences and promotional clips. My mind was wandering, nothing out of the ordinary, and it wasn't so much the words they shared, but the zeal they had for the work and for the gospel that enthralled me. They have beautiful spirits and I'm definitely a fan. When one of the organizers introduced them she promised us the couple was awesome, that we'd thank her for getting them to speak and that we'd love them. I agree on all three accounts. The wife was first to speak and she started with, "It's okay if you don't love us." We all laughed and her humility and great-nature quickly won the crowd over.
As far as my first MSA experience goes, I felt very young. I'm not quite 29, but I feel excessively aged in the YSA, so I decided to see what I may get to look forward to. I made myself stop people-watching, tough to do when others blatantly gawk at your friends, and be there for the message. I know that's the way things are supposed to be, but I love to observe [the MSA animals in their wild habitat] and it's hard not to do that in a place where it's normal to turn about and be highly distracted.
Nancy and I met a girl affectionately called Pakosina by her Fijian relatives. I guess that means white dove in Fijian, I know it means white duck in Samoan. We were unaware that we were still using our Kiwi accents in this first meeting and Pakosina thought it was real. I think it's so funny when people think we're from overseas. I want to try an accent that would be totally off with my brown skin. I have my eye and ear on the Irish Brogue!
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