So I wrote you last week, and said that it had been a rough week. And it was the truth. But everything, literally EVERY thing changed this week. We had an amazing week, things are changing a lot over here in Cieneguilla 2! We had a baptism on Saturday of a 23 year old guy named Aureliano. I think that of all of the people I´ve taught on my mission, he is the most converted to the gospel. He is pretty shy, and doesn´t say much, but he has just completely accepted the gospel. When he prays, he prays so simply, but his words are so genuine and powerful. His mom, brother, and sister-in-law came to the baptism. His friend Sumilda was the one that invited him to church the first time, a little over 2 months ago, and Sumilda and all of her family were at his baptism also. It made me think of a sweet little family of blonds that I know that helped one weird girl get baptized once..... ;) It was a good time! We´re having fun over here.
So last night, Hermano Balvin and another hermano, Hermano Moncada, came out to teach with us. We had a great lesson with a family that I love to death, and we all left smiling and filled with this mutual, indescribable feeling of happiness. It was cute and super Mormon. :) But as we were on the way home, Hermano Balvin asked me how I felt about having 8 months in the mission. I literally didn´t actually know how to respond, I was really tired (it was 8:45 and we were running back to our
house) and I was thinking about lots of things. But the thing that came to my mind was somehting that had happened that morning (yesterday morning), and I´m going to share it with you guys really fast.
Before church, we were in the bus on the way to pick up some investigators for church. We were making good time, but we saw an inactive member walking on the side of the road when we turned a corner. We met this guy about 4 days ago, and when we found him, he got really choked up as he talked about how he had also served a mission but left the church for "something". We don´t know the somehting yet, but he told us that he would go to church on Sunday, which really means that he wasn´t going to go to church on Sunday. So as we sat happily in the bus to our investigators house, I saw him walking on the side of the road. I jumped out of my seat and pressed the "I need to leave" button, and my companion and I hopped off the bus and sprinted down the street to go talk to this guy, David. We caught up to him, sweating and out of breath, and invited him to church. He was
really surprised, and said he "would do all that was possible to come to church." It wasn´t very
convincing, but that´s what he told us. He thanked us for the invitation, and walked away with a little smile on his face. Not a "Gotcha losers" smile, but a genuinley happy smile that we didn´t see when we first met him.
And so that´s what I told Hermano Balvin. That´s how I feel about my 8 months in the mission. That
sometimes we do every thing we possibly can, sweating or sprinting or walking 2 miles or teaching every lesson possible and all we see at the end is that nothing has changed, or that the person still doesn´t care, or they don´t come to church, or whatever it may be. But at the end of the day, that´s what I am supposed to do as a missionary - give everything I am and all that I have so that maybe, MAYBE, one person will have the chance to recieve the gospel of Jesus Christ. So that through my selfless labor, God can reach out to one of His children and give them all that they´ve been waiting for.
The bad news is that I´m not perfect. I don´t do that perfectly everyday. But another good thing about my 8 months is that I have 10 more to learn how to do it better :)
I love you so much, and I pray for you always. Have a great week, I´ll talk to you soon!
All my love,
Hermana Michelle Scott
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