Querido Familia y Amigos,
Wow.Yesterday and last P-Day were the worst days of my life. After emailing last P-Day, we went to Fred Meyer's to get our groceries, and the AP's called and told us we might be getting bikes. Like Sarah, Abraham's wife, when she heard that she would bear a child in her old age, we laughed. There was no way they could be serious; we're the SPANISH sisters. Plus, our furthest away investigators are 25 minutes driving.
Then, we went to the mall, and found out the Disney store would be closing February 18th. That's today. That was really hard to deal with.
Then, Diana texted us, and informed us that she was done. She dropped us for real this time. There's no getting her back until she's ready. ):
So that was terrible. Martes, durante transfers, neither of us got transferred, but we did have to go to the mission office to drop off our car. The Spanish Sisters in Lynnwood really are on bikes. But we didn't get our bikes until Miercoles.
Friday/Viernes, tuvemos una cena con un hermana de Guatemala, pero esta esta muy enferma, y fuimos a su casa, y ella dice que no podemos entrar porque de su enfermedad. Entonces, montemos nuestras bicicletas y fuimos a nuestra casa en el lluve. Pues, tratemos.
Or, in English, we had a dinner with a Sister from Guatemala, but she was sick. And she didn't tell us until we got to her house, a 45 minute bike ride. So we tried to go home for cena, pero it was raining. And she lives up this really big hill.
Oh, also, my bike's handlebars were loose, and we didn't know. So we tried to stop at this stop sign, and, with my frozen fingers, and reached for the brakes, but the whole handlebar flipped. I did my best to not run into Hermana Andersen, and I landed in the road. I had managed to dismount, mostly, and I had stepped hard on my left foot and landed on my right knee. I have thirteen bruises on my legs, but I didn't even care about the pain right then. I was so flustered because I was wearing my favorite tights, and now, there was a huge whole in the knee.
But a member was driving past! I know, who knew there were members in Washington! Hahaha, just kidding. But a member stopped, corrected my handlebars, and told us where the nearest church building was, telling us there were Elders there, and they could fix my bike.
So, because of that, the members in our branch have been telling us that they're going to go to President Bonham and demand he give us our car back. Aye aye aye. Yes, it's not the funnest thing to be riding a bike, but there's a car shortage in the mission because Salt Lake has been taking the cars for other missions, so there's not a lot anyone can do.
But other than that, everyday, I love being a missionary more and more. Today, we stopped by the house of an investigator we've only met once, and her 10 year old son was there. Because he's over 8, and his mom was cool with it, we're teaching him, too. We started the Restauracion and he was just eating it up! He was so excited when we said they could have their own Book of Mormons.
I love this work. I love the people. I love that I can teach a lesson and know everything that I want to say, practically. There are still moments when I forget a word, but it doesn't happen as much anymore. We have exchanges on Thursday with the YSA sisters, and though I'm excited, I'm a little concerned about what that will do to my Spanish, as we've been told that I'm not the one staying here. But it's only for one day, and it'll be a great experience. Everyday, my testimony grows stronger, though teaching, through my personal studies (which I wish were longer than an hour), through just living the missionary life. I know that the reason my Spanish has progressed so much in such a short amount of time is because I'm learning to depend more on the Lord, and the reason I'm learning Spanish is to best help His children that need this glad message in their lives, so He is more than willing to help me learn this language.
Also, this week, I learned that there is a promise from a General Authority, that if you will read the Book of Mormon all the way through in another language, you will be fluent in that language. I invite you all to try reading the Book of Mormon in Spanish, you can pick one up at the local Deseret Bookstore, either online or right there on Main Street, for just a few dollars. I know that when we read the Book of Mormon, no matter what language it's in, we can grow closer to our Heavenly Father. I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God, and, like Jose Smith said, it's the most correct of any book on earth. Yo se que esta cosas son verdadera. Yo se que nuestro Padre Celestial nos ama, y que esta iglesia, en realidad, tiene el plentidud del evangelio de Jesucristo. Y digo estas cosas en el nombre de Jesucristo. Amen.
Les queremos!
Hermana Miller
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