HELLO! I hope all is well! Everything is great down here. The sun is coming out and I will soon be getting sunburns every day. How exciting, right?
I have to tell you something funny that happened this week. We had taught a lesson in the chapel one night this week, and when we left we were super happy and excited. I walked out on to the sidewalk, talking to my companion, just loving life and laughing and smiling, then I just completely ate it. I fell flat on my face, slid off the sidewalk, and just ended up sprawled out completely in the grass. I think my companion sat there laughing for literally 5 minutes. It was easily the funniest thing that has happened to me on the mission so far. The weird thing is this that I still don´t know how or why I fell. But all things happen for a reason... or at least that´s what I hear.
Anyway, I don´t have much time. But I say that every week. Basically, I have a million things to say. But I will share one. So we are assigned 5 families that are less active in the church to meet, work with, and "reactivate." It´s a really long process actually, but it´s really rewarding. So we hadn´t gotten to know one of our families yet, and one day one of our appointments fell through so we decided to go meet them. It wasn´t in the plan, but we thought that it would be a good idea. So we went and found the family, and when the hermana let us in she was kind of hesitant. Like she didn´t really want us there. That´s the awkward part of seeing less actives...they stopped coming for a reason, and usually the last person they want to see is a missionary. but we started talking to them (two of her children were there), and they started getting a little less tense. We shared one simple scripture with them, and bore testimony about Jesus Christ, and the mom just started crying. At first her face got really serious, and I thought she was going to say that we shouldn´t come back or something like that, but she just looked at us and tears just started coming down her face. She started talking about how things had been really hard for a lot of years, problems with money and family and health, and how she knew that the right thing for her to do was go to church and take her kids with her but she just couldn´t do it. She said that for her whole life, her parents had fed or housed the missionaries, and that the church and missionaries had always been a huge part of her life. But with these problems in the past few years, she slowly just kind of fell away. But she bore a beautiful, powerful testimony of Jesus Christ, and said that she knew the church was true. It was AMAZING. I just knew that it was not by coincidence that our other appointment fell through, and that God really led us to these people. I was so overwhelmed with the Spirit in that lesson, and I couldn´t stop thinking of the scripture in Alma 26.15 that says " We have been instruments in his hands of doing this great and marvelous work" INSTRUMENTS...that´s it.
I love missionary work! Life is good. And I am happy. And sometimes I forget how to speak English. Which is good...I think.
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