Serve the Lord with Love, April 20,2015

                                                                    
                                                                        

This week was super long. I don't remember a lot of it, and I need to type up my exit interview essays ): so this'll be short. Sorry!

Hermana Hubner and I had an awesome lesson with Miguel this week. (: His wife is a less active member, and she was married in the temple previously, but is now civilly (is that how you spell it? English is hard.) divorced, and civilly married to Miguel. We watched Finding Faith in Christ, and talked afterwards about Because He Lives, so much is possible, and even that we can live with our families after this life. Miguel really enjoyed it, and the next morning, his wife texted us and asked if it was possible to be sealed to someone else after having been divorced. (: I love the progression this family it making. It's wonderful.

We also had a lesson with Lorena this week. It was the first time I had met her, and she'd been in Mexico for two months, and so we kind of did some how to begin teaching and getting to know her. The Spirit was really strong, and we invited her to be baptized. She accepted without hesitation. We knew that we could have even invited her to be baptized on a specific date, and she would have accepted, the Spirit was so strong, but we felt like it wouldn't be okay, because we want her to fully understand what baptism is before she commits that seguramente. Maybe next time. (:

Also, we we had met with Miguel, he told us to go visit his sister and teach her, too, so we did that on Thursday night before exchanges. We parked our car in Everson, and took off on our bikes, sure we knew the road was, and knowing it was a little far, but not too bad. So we started our trek, and an hour later (the road being further that we thought; past Nooksack, I'm sure almost to Sumas), we hit the end of her street, not having seen her address, the numbers not even close to her house number. We take a deep breath, being careful not to inhale too many cow fumes, and stand with our bikes, trying to decide what to do while we let our pompis take a break from the super hard seats. We decide to try the next street up, and I sit down, try to

pedal, but the chain jumps, and I fall over. Jajajajaja. I have had so many bike problems on my mission.

These bikes are super awesome, in that they are not actually mission bikes, but they're old, rusty, worn out bikes a member gave us before he moved to California. They're also men's bikes, so getting on and off, we have to be supes careful because it's like climbing the Great Wall of China, and if you're not careful, however short or long your skirt is, you might end up showing off your testimony to those around (but usually they're just cows, so not too big of a deal) Mine is older and rustier that Hermana Hubner's, because hers is shorter, and she's shorter than I am.

We laugh, check to make sure the bike's okay, and take off toward's the next street. Miraculously, it was a continuation of the other street, so we biked it for a while, then when it got super steep, we got off and walked. When I was dismounting my Great Wall of China, Hermana Hubner got this concerned look on her face, so I looked down at my legs, and saw a stream of blood flowing calming down both of them. Guys, I am condemned to Maxi skirts the rest of my mission to hide these (awesome) bruises I have, and probably despues to Maxi's and jeans for the rest of my life to hide the all the scars. The number of times I have fallen off my bike of my mission is too high for me to remember, and my number of scars has increased dramatically, as well. Shame shame.

So, I shrug my shoulders, readjust my skirt to cover my pobrecitos legs, and we continue on for another mile or más before we reach Lucy's house, which has the longest driveway ever, because her home is behind all of her fields and greenhouses. Then she wasn't home, and we journeyed back to the car. Other than the ride to Paola's house, and the smell of cow that has seeped into my skin super bad I will never smell like a human again, that's probably one of my favorite bike rides. It's probably about a 15 miler. (:

Then exchanges. (: That was fun. I discovered that cute German little Sister Bartsch is friends with the only other person I know from Germany, Sister Menchien (or algo asi) who served where I lived in Virginia. Small world, big family.

So, that was our week. Nobody came to church (surprise!), but this was a good week. (:

Love you all!

Hermana Miller

P.S. I know I said this was going to be short, but I was stalling to not have to write my essays. Oops...

Sé que ustedes solomente quieren las fotos.

                                                                                     

The patch of mud is indeed where our tire was.

                                                                                      

                                                                         

 I was eating some Conversation Hearts, and I found one in Spanish. It made my day.

                                                                                 

 

                                                                               

Lynden: A town so Christian, they hate Mormons

Snowing on the mountains?

                                                                                                                                                              

                                                                  

                                                                         

Picture one: These are aguacates. Seriously. They're babies!! (sorry, I don't know how to say aguacate in English)

Las demas: Personal faves found on my camera. Yes, you've seen them before.

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