Okay, so this week was a week of miracles, and hilarium. It´s so crazy, but I love it. First off, we received a referral that there is a man who lives in our area that stopped the missionaries in a nearby area that lives in America, or is from there, and new some mormons in California, he´s tried out a few religions, didn´t like any of them, didn´t feel they were valid, and wanted to learn more. Justo, lives in our area so we get to teach him. Yea! Except, he´s from America, so he probably speaks English. Aha! I get to teach in English and my companion gets to practice her english. Score, because we had previously been talking about her need to practice more english. The hope was to teach Amir (the Muslim) from a few weeks ago but he doesn´t live in our area. Que bajon. But now we have the chance to teach this American. So, we go to call him, and me being the native english speaking companion get to make the call. It goes a little something like this me: Hola, como esta... uh, somos las misioneras, uh, recibimos su nombre de Elder Peterson (our district leader) y queremos conocerle...(To be fair, I hadn´t actually thought about what I was going to say before I placed the call. Something about trusting that the Lord will fill my mouth and forgetting that if ye are prepared ye shall not fear. shoot). Him: oh, hola! oh, it´s okay, we can speak in english. me: oh good, because I pretty much botched that one up in Spanish. Anyways, we would love to share our message with you, when do you have time that we could meet? him: uh, sometime this week, how about Sunday (there´s actually more than this but I´m giving you the summary). me: okay, perfect let´s meet at such and such place at 7? him: perfect, and is this your number because it has a bunch of weird zeros and is coming up all crazy. me: oh, no, we´re calling from a Cabina. if you have any questions you can call our celluar. our number is ........uh*pst, hermana, como se dice quince en ingles?* shoot, uh...one...five...cuatro no four uh.
The point of that story is I´ve forgotten my numbers in English. You don´t get my whole phone number because I don´t want any stalkers. Sorry, my heart belongs to the Lord. The good news is, I finally remembered english and we had a meeting with him. Except that I forgot to invite him to church so I had to call him back and repent. I´m still a greenie. But that´s cool.
On a more spiritual note, the work is booming here. We´ve had miracles, we´ve had rejections, and we have people progressing. It´s all good though. I like it. Our three baptismal dates fell this week as they hadn´t quite received sure fire answers. One was adorable. Eliana is 8 years old and in every prayer she asks Heavenly Father whether or not the Book of Mormon is true. And Her mom told us that the first night she was very dissappointed because she was expecting a dream or vision or a voice to tell her the Book of Mormon is the word of God. Unfortunately, as nice as those direct answers would be, God asks us to us a little more faith, we have to listen to the Holy Ghost. We´ve explained this to her. She understands now. But she is so adorable, and intelligent. In our last lesson the adults were talking a bit and she wanted to share what she had learned in primary a week ago about the Nephites and the Lamanites. But no one was listening. So, in the middle of this room, she bows her head and says a prayer. I watched her do this, and afterwards she explained to me that her teacher had taught her that when you don´t know what to do, say a prayer. And that´s what she did. It´s incredible to see the faith of children. And don´t worry, eventually she explained all about the Nephites and the Lamanites and how the Nephites had the Holy Ghost.
That was a tangent, the dates fell through because the mom isn´t sure of her answer. And then Satan whipped out his "i want everyone to be miserable" stick and stopped the water in the building and the spouse had a load of work and needed help. So Everyone stayed home from church. We were planning on having her interview that day. Bummer. But it´s okay. We went to visit her after church and finally found her (we don´t have credit in our phone for a week, score) and talked with her and now she wants to get baptized. Like, really wants it and not just knows she should/that we´re missionaries and that´s the point of our chats. But she still wants a bit more knowledge first. So, we´ll teach her more, and hopefully she can see a baptism, that would be great. Her family is amazing.
Plus, we´ve contacted the husband and are starting to teach him too. This helped out Deysi a lot. Because at the time contacting the husband was a priority to help Deysi feel better about our discussions. However, he is very difficult to get a hold of, and Deysi had been investigating the church, loves it, so does her kids, but wasn´t sure about whether or not she had received an answer to her prayers. Always felt peace, tranquilidad (?) y what not, but wasn´t sure if she was sure for sure. So she was praying that the missionaries would some how contact her husband to help her out because she really wants things to go better for her family. well wouldn´t you know, justo we were in the area, went to go teach her kids and daddy comes walking up the steps (literally, this family lives on the 8th floor of an escalator-less building, whoopie). We talked with him and he´s been more tranquil ever since. what´s the translation for tranquilidad? calm? I don´t remember, but you use that word a lot in castellano. Oh! Other miracles include but not limited to a couple of times when we went to go knock on her door, knowing she shouldn´t be there but wanting to try and JUSTO! she was there, thinking about wanting to talk to us but couldn´t because she didn´t have credit in her cellular. God is a God of miracles. Love it.
Anyways, it´s been a fabulous week. God loves me lots. He blesses me every day and I know this is true. Thank you so much for your prayers. Know that I´m praying for you always. And from what I hear of the wedding it was a success and there was lots of eating involved. Sounds like my family.
Hermana Reed
P.S. If anyone would like to witness a miracle I would suggest praying for one and then looking for it, because miracles don´t just come through visions and angels. Most of the time they come forth by the work and effort of our family and friends. Love you!
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