Good week here, we are now heading into the last week before transfers again and I can’t believe how fast it’s gone.
Our new friend Maria is doing really good. She came to church on Sunday and really enjoyed it. Her and the Elders’ investigator, Josef, were sitting next to each other and we were sitting right behind. I could see the side of Josef’s face just beaming as the teacher was talking about baptism and I leaned over and told Elder Lords that and then he leans back and says your’s is crying. Good moment. But I’ve learned a lot while visiting Maria. Including how to make a Spanish tortilla. It’s about time!
We also met with Manuel a couple of times this week. On Wednesday night when we walked in, little Peque shouts, “hermanas, tengo la sorpresa más bonita!” And goes on to tell us this “pretty surprise” was seeing Manuel read the scriptures the night before. It was just the most absolute adorable thing ever. And we were happy to see there was no way that Manuel was lying about keeping the commitments we’ve extended.
We also had intercambios again this week. I was with Hermana Ibáñez. She taught me more hip Spanish lingo and together learned more about being better, more consecrated servants. Then finished the day off with a big slumber party in the living room. And it just so happened that the elders had intercambios too, so we all woke up early to play soccer and eat French toast after. It was fun to be around all the missionaries for a little bit.
I wanted to share a really sweet moment that happened this week. One night we were heading home and it started raining relatively hard. I see a couple yards in front of me, a woman trying to keep cover with her little purse, so I ran up and put my umbrella over her. She wrapped her arm around mine, and I told her we could walk her home. She asks us the typical “de donde sois?” question and compliments our mediocre Spanish and then tells us a little bit about her life. Turns out her husband passed away a couple of months ago from Alzheimer’s. I asked her if she was religious. She said of some sort. Then looked at me and asked so sincerely if I believed her husband was looking over her right then. I simply said “yes” and that I knew they will see each other again one day. It was so simple but the Holy Ghost testified to me of the truthfulness of those words so strongly. She disappeared moments after, but I know there is a reason that Heavenly Father put me on that street to tell another one of his children a little message from him.
I hope everyone has a great week!
Here are some pictures from this week…