So apparently today is a holiday, which I had no clue about until we were informed that the library is closed resulting in us emailing at the coolest members house. They're Dominican and just all around the nicest people ever. To be honest, I haven't met a non-pleasant family yet. Knock on wood.
I don't have much to talk about this week except for Saturday, which bless my soul, was a day of MIRACLES.
The beginning of the week was pretty rough and discouraging and I think I have formed callouses on my knees from praying so much, but my prayers were answered Saturday.
The day started off really weird and I actually attended my first funeral. EVER. Yeah… talk about missionary life being weird, I had never expected that one. After that we went down
to Oviedo to go tracting and ended up seeing this huge fair thing going on. You know the ones that Mema always goes to? So we contact a few people there, but then go down to a little further and turn down a random street. We end up in the ghetto. The only prayers we have learned to say while down in the sketchy parts is "Heavenly Father, we are in the ghetto. Amen." But everyone knows the ghetto is where it's at because they are the most humble people you will ever meet. We met a guy, who may or may not have been a little
intoxicated, but he let us say a prayer with him and "wanted" to hear more so we got his information and gave it to the Elders since they are English speaking. We then go to see a referral we received who lived about 3 minutes away from where we were and while we were driving and while passing this street I got this overwhelming feeling that we needed to go there, but we had other plans. So, we go to this apartment complex and I park in the entrance because I wasn't sure if there would be any other spaces by her building. Little did we know it was forever away and by this point my companion is a little irritated with me. I
just said, "walking is good for us…"! Anyways, we get to this building that we think is hers, but it's not go to the next building over, climb 3 flights or stairs on to realize she is not home. By this time, my companion is a little more than irritated. We are walking back downstairs and instead of going left back to the car, which was a gazillion feet away, I turn right.
By now my companion is hating my guts (she also may or may not have had to use the
restroom very badly). We turn right and lo and behold we see a Hispanic family of about 6 walking into the next building over and so we stop them and talk with the dad and he begins to tell us that he started talking with the missionaries down in Mexico before they moved here and would love for us to come by and teach them… WHAT WHAT!? My companion
now knows never to complain about walking…ever.
But the miracles do not cease there, she tells me I can pick which street
to go to next so I decided to go back to that one street that I had the
impression to go to earlier. Well we got a referral for the English elders and
met another family who wants us to come by this week and teach them. Talk about
jaw dropping moments.
I AM SO EXCITED I'M GONNA DIE!!!!
I know without a doubt that our Heavenly Father is aware of each and
everyone of us and it may be awhile until we receive an answer to our prayers,
but they do get answered. I love being a missionary so much and already dread
the day of coming home. However, I will not miss the mosquitos. Not one
I love you all! I wish I could right more, but a member is taking us to
Panera today… so yeah you know how much I like my food.