I am SO happy. This morning on
our way to write emails, we ran into the maintenance guy who chased us down the
other day to ask us what it is that we people with nametags do that are always
young and well-kempt and kind and in Mexico and America. We got to explain and
testify of the Book of Mormon and get his address, etc. Then this morning as we
were about to leave the apartment we remembered to grab a Book of Mormon just
in case we ran into him, and about thirty seconds later we were giving it to
him and testifying of it and how it changes our lives every day. As we got on
our way again, I turned to Hermana Hale and said how cool it was how we can
just naturally give people Libros de Mormon and bear our testimonies like its
nothing and have these amazing interactions. 9 months ago that would have been
so awkward and scary. I am so glad I served a mission. For innumerable reasons
that I can't even quite comprehend or explain nor probably even have the
faintest idea of just yet. It is incredible.
I find myself becoming really
grateful to all the missionaries in Mexico. I can't tell you how many people
come up to us and ask us who we are because of how many white-shirted,
bicycle-riding young men they always saw in their own country. (mexico, el
salvador, guatamela). Those missionaries were part of all the little factors
that finally led up to these people being ready to hear the gospel. And it
gives me faith that we are doing the same thing.
We had a
GREAT week...maybe I'll start by sending some pictures.
1. Taqueria Rosy
2. Eating a Gordita, which means "little
fatty"accompanied by an aqua de pina.
3. Everytime we go visit these two little kids and their
grandma I make them PB&J's in whatever shape they like. This week was
hearts.
4. We got to go to our little
investigator, Cruz's, futbol game. Let me tell you. Hispanic parents are JUST
as loud as American ones. "VAMOS Jerry! VAMOS!" Except they
pronounced it "VAMOS Yerry!" and instead of getting mad like the
American parents they just think everything is terribly funny...when the kids
run into each other, when they mess up real bad.....when their little
cheeks jiggle.
Our area is on fire. I think
contributors to the success here is that we have established real relationships
with these people--they know we love them. So we are able to have spirit-led
lessons, and they open up to us about their concerns, and listen with open
hearts when we share our testimonies or scriptures. Hermana Hale is so genuine,
people can't help but feel her good old Idahoan love. The other reason we have
so much success in teaching is because the members are bringing us their
friends and family members to teach. Our schedules are being filled with
meaningful appointments, teaching people who already have an established
support group and an interest in the church. It is awesome.
Life continues flying by. I
can't believe how fast. I am so grateful for every day of my mission and all
the priceless lessons I am learning. The most important thing is to love each
other. That is the key to happiness. The more you love, the happier you will
be. As I was looking at a family of investigators sitting on their couch, talking to us, I was thinking about how much I love
them, and how much I hope they love me, but how they may not even remember me
after I'm gone. I determined right then and there not to worry about that, but
just to love them as much as I could while I am here, "today while the sun
shines", and find joy in being put in the perfect position to serve those
who I love so much.
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