Wow. I just love you all so much. I really do.
I had awesome things to tell you, too. I really did. But I just spent half my time emailing people back that sent individual emails, so I don't remember what all I was going to say.
Can you believe that this is the last full week of the transfer?? Holy cow! I'm about to start my fourth of twelve transfers! Whaaaat?? How is it that at the end of next tranfer, I'll be a third of the way done?! Didn't I just get out here? Aren't I still just a baby missionary? But at the same time, it feels like I've been here forever.
I love my area. I love my companion. I love my investigators. I love the ward, even if they seem to forget a lot that Hermana Andersen has a companion. I will be so sad if I have to leave. But I know that whether I stay or whether I go, that's in the Lord's hands. I'll be exactly where I can best help the Latinos here in Washington.
This transfer has been so short!!! Every Thursday night, when we're planning for Friday, and we're trying to fit in weekly planning around our lessons, we're like, "Wait, didn't we just weekly plan yesterday?"
This week was so short. I don't even remember it.
Ayer, oh my gosh. So, Saturday night, Elder Gressier (the district leader) texted us and asked if we could teach the lesson in Gospel Principles. So we accepted, of course, and we prepared this TOTALLY AWESOME lesson on sacrifice, and it was going to involve cookies, and we were SO excited.
The members that we asked to give us a ride to church were half an hour late. From the time we tell people church starts. (We tell people church starts at 10 even though it starts at 10:30, because you know how MST [Mormon Standard Time] is just barely on time-10 minutes late, and MST (Miller Standard Time) is later than that? Well, the standard time here is about half an hour late.) And it takes 20 minutes to get to church, so we got there with ten minutes left of class, and Elder Gressier didn't get our text to go ahead and start without us, so he had just started teaching. And because he didn't get our text, he was too upset with us to let us take over.
Then we got a text from Kinari, our awesome investigator that's going to be baptized in two weeks, saying that she didn't think her dad was going to make it home from work in time to take her to church (she's 13). We've already had to reschedule her baptism once because you need to go to church at least 3 times before you can be baptized, and she's been ready to be baptized since we met her, but she hadn't been able to make it to church, only once two weeks ago. So then we were more flustered.
We did have Martin at church, and that's exciting, but he's not progressing. He comes to church, but he has no desire to be baptized, so that didn't raise our spirits at all.
Then, in Relief Society, we were sitting there, trying to be good little missionaries and be happy, and Hermana Pellegrini came over (she was on her way to the bathroom), and was like, "Do you guys know Maria and Marcos?"
Oh my gosh, we were out of that class room and in the foyer so fast! And there were Maria, Marcos, Angel, and Marco (that's Gordito's real name), beaming at us, like, "We're here! After we've been trying to get of work for 14 weeks to come to church, we're here!"
We were trying so hard to not fall on our knees and cry unto the Lord in thanks, like Alma, or burst into tears. Either would have freaked them out.
So we directed them to the classes, and right after Relief Society, guess who walked in? No, not Jackie Chan. That's ridiculous, he doesn't even Spanish, why would he walk into Relief Society in a Spanish Branch.
Kinari!! She walked in holding Angel; she and her dad had just got to church, and they saw the poor Primary teacher (who doesn't Spanish; the Spanish branch is flipped to Sacrament is last so that the primary classes can overlap with the English primary) wandering around, holding Angel's hand, trying to find his family.
Oh, Cesar, Kinari's dad, is Maria's cuinado (brother-in-law).
Yeah yeah yeah!
I love how the Lord tries our faith. Sometimes, He waits until the last possible moment to answer our prayers so that we can not only become stronger, but acknowledge His hand in everything. Ether 12:6 says:
And now I, Moroni, would speak somewhat concerning these things; I would show unto the world that faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.
If we hadn't have had such a trying morning, we would not had fully appreciated that Maria and Marcos came to church. We still would have been super happy, but it wouldn't have been so powerful to us. It was definitely a testimony builder to me.
After church yesterday, we met a squirrell named Squirt. We knocked a door, no one answered, and we turned around, and there was a squirrell three feet from us. So we tried talking to him, but he didn't English, so we tried saying, "Quiere aprender mas de Jesucristo?" and he sat up, and came super a lot closer to us. He started climbing of Hermana Andersen's shoe. Not only does that squirrell Spanish, which is awesome, he wants to know about Christ. (: Awesome.
Pues, adios! Les quiero!
Amor,
Hermana Miller
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