This week we had tons of miracles!
First of all we decided to contact one of the potentials on our list. We dropped by his house and our conversation went something like this:
Us: "Hey, you've met missionaries like us before, right?"
Him: "Yes, and I told them I wanted to be baptized."
Us: "...o.O"
We don't hear that every day! It was pretty fantastic. He hasn't been baptized in ANY church (unheard of for Hispanics, they're usually baptized Catholic as babies) so that probably is a big motivator for him. The great part about it is that he's ready and wants to make a change and the Lord led him to us. Life is pretty sweet that way :)
Also his name is Abelisario. I feel proud of myself for being able to say/spell it. (although it's not as bad as a word I learned yesterday: descorozonar. As in "yo the descorozonare". It means to pull out your heart :P)
Last week we had one set for baptism. This week we have three. So mind-blowing! It's crazy because you can work and work and nothing happens or you can work and work and things happen and it just depends on God. Frustrating sometimes but at the same time it's a really good lesson in leading to be dependent on Him!
I also had two exchanges this week. This always makes my weeks disappear at the speed of light. One of my exchanges was with a Filipina sister who got her driver's license. Love her to death, but driving with her was a very different experience. Fortunately, we only almost died about two times and the rest she was super careful. Yay life!
Funny experience of the week!
We were at a less active's family's house the other day and the kids opened the door. We walk in and neither of the parents or the grandma is there. So we wait while all the kids play like crazy monkeys and finally the three year-old comes up to us and asks us to go with her to find her mom.
So we're like ok and she takes upstairs and we follow her. First she opens the door of her mom's bedroom where her mom is dressing.
So that is awkward.
She then proceeds to the next door, which was the bathroom, and opens that one, where her grandma is going to the bathroom. So after that we decided it was safer to wait downstairs.
And then the mom did come down eventually. And she was so intoxicated I don't think she remembers any of it!!!
Oh, that missionary life.
Last of all, Hermana Brown and I have been battling out to see which is the most correct: "que bien" or "que bueno". Apparently they're both correct but I just know "que bueno" is better.
And I changed my mind. I actually want a Honduran accent. We have so many Hondurans in our area and their accent is so cool!
The Gospel is true! Love you all! Remember to choose the right and know what you stand for!!
Love,
Sister Reed
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| That one time we got locked out of our apartment and had to climb up our neighbor's fire escape. |
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| La familia Garcia! Pday Burger King trip! They are the best! Yes and I realize my face is only halfway in it. It's harder than it looks! |
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