And
you must be asking why I am even tired. That's a very good question.
Because i didn't even get transferred. Didn't even move. But I am tired
because I was basically the mother to 19 hermanas this week as we picked
them up from the bus station, took them to our house, made sure they
had food to eat and a place to sleep, and then took them back to the bus
station the next day to go to their new areas or to the hospital to
work out all the stomach infections that go around here. I think we can
say that I am pretty darn prepared and will have a good hand on
motherhood.
We had Hermanas at our house from Tuesday to
Friday, and for that reason we weren't able to work in our area as much
as we would have liked, but I think Heavenly father must have seen that
we runned our little hind quarters off, so he gave us a few miracles by
having a new investigator come to church yesterday and finding 4 new
investigators on Sunday alone. It was exactly what my little worn out
heart and mind needed. Tender mercies!
But one of our lessons
yesterday, oy me asustò! She was one of the most closed off people I
had ever met! Me and Hermana Conde were scared to death while we taught
her. Like she would listen to us, but the minute we would stop talking,
she told us how much she disliked everything we were saying. And I've
never been in that situation before. Like there are people who don't
really want us to visit them, but at the end of the appointment, they
still listen and are gracious and then just stop answering our
phone calls. We part ways peacefully. I sooooo prefer that! But I think
that this must have been a little test for me, to see if I could still,
in the face of blatant opposicion, share this message with the
conviction and spirit it deserves. To be honest, I don't know how well I
did, but it was something terrifying that I'm pretty sure that I had to
go throw to test the strength of my own testimony. So It was necessary
and it was what I needed.
Well That's really all that happened this week.
This
Wednesday is our first concilio with Presidente Herrera, so that will
be fun to kind of get to know him on a more personal level. Looking
forward to it!
Hope you have a splendid week and we'll talk to ya next week!
Hermana Rust
"Be happy!"
This is a perro peruano, or Peruvian dog. It's probs the ugliest thing
I've seen because it does not have hair and it feels like a rat. For
that reason, i have named it smegol (i knew how to spell that at one
point... maybe thats right.) his owners weren¡t too pleased with my
naming it. But they should have picked a less repulsing dog.
from this angle, he looks more like dobby. Smegobby I will call him.
funny story. We were picking sisters up from the terminal and we just so happened to run into two guys that hermana conde and I reactivated from Talavera!! what a strange coincidence that once again,
hermana conde and I were companions! Fun small world stuff that happens.
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