Monday, September 1, 2014

Redeeming love

¡Buenos días querida familia!
Hello hello hello my sweet family! I am super excited today, today is just another poopy, gloomy day in Lima, but us missionaries are all super happy because we are the most blessed people in the world. We get to teach the true gospel everyday of our lives! What could be better, really?

This week, we are going to have another baptism of an 18 year old girl. Her story reminds me so much of my own, honestly. Her friend invited her to go to church, but a few months later he left on his mission. She had gained a testimony and wanted to get baptized (at the time she was 16) but her mom didn´t want her to get baptized (sound familiar....? ;) ) She is now 18 years old and can make the decision for herself. We went to her house to talk to her mom about her baptism, and she accepted it! It was really almost funny, because she had waited 2 whole years to get baptized and her mom just said it was fine. We have plans to teach her mom as well, because as we know miracles DO happen :) 

Also, this week was kind of "bumpy" for me and my companion. She´s been sick in her stomach for a long time out here in the mission, and she´s finally getting better. But for some reason, she gets super sassy about the food, and gets this attitude with our pensionista. I just feel bad because they give us this great service, and it´s just hard to see her be so ungrateful. Well, I can´t judge her,but I sometimes I just got a little peeved and didn´t want to talk to her. So, we were both acting super immature. This whole time I just thought that she had a problem with the food and was being immature. But last night, she finally opened up to me. I´m a super overly expressive person, and she doesn´t express her feelings to anyone. I just kept asking her and asking her and BEGGING her to tell me what was wrong. But all of a sudden, I just stopped talking, said a little prayer in my heart, and started telling her about some things that had happened in my life. Random things that I haven´t talked about in forever. But she just sat there and listened to me talk, with this look in her eyes that I hadn´t seen yet. There´s a book that I read a lot when I was at home, called "Redeeming Love", that is based on the story in the Bible about Hosea. Hosea is commanded by God to marry a prostitute, and in the book it talks about how he questioned God, obviously thinking, "Are you crazy? How do you expect me to marry a woman that has sold herself her whole life?" The book is amazing, and it ends with the girl, named Angel, coming to know God, learning how to accept His love in her life, and then being able to accept the love of other people. I did my best to explain this story in Spanish, super late at night (white girl + speaking Spanish past bed time = bad news), and she just started bawling. It turns out that she has had a really hard life. A lot of horrible things have happened in her life, and no one ever knew about it. She says that none of her other companions knew because they had never insisted so much. (That sounds kind of funny right? I guess I´m a little pushy or something.) In those moments when we were talking last night, I felt so happy and relieved, and she felt free. Even though I was exhausted and confused about how the conversation had turned out like that, I felt like the Lord was literally there with us.

I don´t know if I´m able to express myself really well in my emails, but something that I just want you to understand is that in this time in my mission, I´m feeling the Lord in every step. The time is going by so fast, and I can´t believe how little time I have left. I have never felt the presence of the Lord so strongly and surely in my life. Great things are happening here; I wish I never had to leave this area. But in these last few weeks that we have in this transfer, we´re going to keep working hard and seeing the Lord´s hand here in Canadá.

I love you so much! Have a great week and remember I´m always praying for you.
All my love,
Hermana Scott

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