HEY. so this week has been so good. like i really have been on cloud nine. there have been like the teeniest little miracle seen...milagritos if you will. its been the coolest just seeing how heavenly fathers hand is literally in every single detail of every single persons life.....mind boggiling. really though missionary work is like the coolest thing ever to be a part of.
k heres my week:
last monday: went to park guell with the district.
tuesday:k listen to how funny/awkward this is. so we taught this lady named cielo. shes a pretty big lady. so have a image in your mind of a pretty big dominican. we are sitting there in a room at the church. it was me, cruz,cueva,our member DENIIIIIIIIIIS (who was actually companions with dex on his mission. small world.), cielo, and her four month old child. so you know we start off with a hym as an attempt to invite the spirit and with my voice of course it always does. but in the middle of the hymn cielo decides its perfectly acceptable to whip out her HUGE boob to feed her child. no blanket or anything. i look over at dennis and his eyes goes WIDE. hna cruz and i bust out laughing. we are just sitting there laughing at her boob. laughing. boob. (as the week goes on too i learn that hna cruz and i are starting to have a laughing problem....at THE worst and unacceptable times too..)
Wednesday: so basically every six weeks on the mission are transfers. tranfers for me are a time of distress and anxiety for me cause that means something is going to change and i just can not deal with the fact of something disrupting my perfect little world. so during studies through the grape vine of people we find out that a sister in valencia is sick and is going home and emercency transfers are happening. guess who had the only trio of sisters in the misson...oh we did. so guess who is being affected. we are. we just sat there sick waiting for the phone call. dun dun dun. it came. cueva was leaving. from that point on i just felt so much guilt. she started balling. you know when you wish for something and then it actually happens and then you fell horrible for ever wishing it. i hadbeen wishing this whole time for her to leave just cause i was annoyed that my thunder was being stolen as a missionary. and i felt horrible that i was so annoyed over something so stupid and now shes gone i cant make it right. i STILL feel bad. like i regret that i just didnt love her. and we talked to her yesterday too. she hates valencia and misses us so much. she told me i can stay at her house when i go to pamplona for running with the bulls next year. (which is IN FACT happening) so shes gone.
later that night was english class. we made a cake for a recent convert named marlith who always comes to english class. it was her birthday. shes an older lady and lives alone and was was so much fun to see her SO happy. she loved it. i love english class. and cake. and marlith.
Thursday: okay so today we had a lesson with someone named ruby. I LOVE RUBY!!!! shes and older lady whos whole family has basically died except for a son who lives in colombia. this was my favorite lesson i think ive ever been in. i dont know why either i just left on cloud nine and ive been there ever since! we asked her if she had a testimony of the book of mormon and shes just like i dont know....everytime i ask god something and then i open up the book he answers my question. umm yes ruby im pretty sure thats a testimony. shes got a baptism date for the 19th of may.
so later that night we went over to a recent converts house for dinner. FIRST i straight up get called fat. one of the other members sitting there proceeds to tell me how ive gotten gordita since ive arrived. oh stop it nora you are too kind. the worst part was that i had to finish eating what was in from of me. let me just tell you there is nothing that makes you lose your appetite quicker than getting called fat.
but LISTEN to how cool this story is....k so they brought one of there friends over to meet us. we offered her a book of mormon. she said no we my husband already has one. he was given one on dia de sant jordi over in plaza de bobilas (where the chapel is and where we were passing out books of mormon on dia de sant jordi) and he has read it every day since. hes even stopped drinking as much since hes reading it. HOW COOL IS THAT! dia de sant jordi miracle.
friday: we ended our night with angela. as happy am i am that she got baptized ending the night with her again just reminded me how much i missed ending EVERY night over at her place. shes doing amazing though. shes sitting there telling us how shes going to talk to her boyfried and if he wont live by all of these standards shes leaving him cause she deserves someone that will. shes perfect. rubys perfect. it really is people like them that make all the rejection you get non existant. then she fed us. im a fatty.
saturday: k now i have another cool story for you. so we spent the morning calling people that havent been taught in a while like old lessons and investigators that are in the area book. we called a bunch of people and set upo a bunch of citas for that day after mediodia. one of these ladys was liliana. at the cita that night she was telling us how that morning she was sitting on the metro thinking about religion...how there where so many churches and she didnt know which one to join or what do....then guess what happened....hna cruz and i called her. how cool is that? coincidence? no. hand of god? yes. you hear stories like these all the time. but its cool to actually see happen right in front of you.
sunday: okay let me tell you how big of a brat i am. so our relif society president in our ward is crazy. like to the point of even her husband cant stand her. last week for fifth sunday she gave a lesson on how to give testimonies. and let me tell you this lesson was ridiculous. she went over the top PLUS SOME. it was basically concluded that all you can say is i know this church is true. then thats it. no more. then proceed to give everyone a list of things you CAN NOT do whilest giving a testimony. we were sitting by Maria Rosa one of the best recent converts of the ward who leans over and tells hermana cruz that she is now scared to ever bear her testimony. so fast sunday rolls around......each month either hna cruz or i has to get up and bears our testimony. we rocked papered sissored it last month. hermana cruz had to do it. so this month....mine.... and let me remind you how much i hate speaking in front of people and how ive never EVER gotten up to bear my testimony. and here i am my first time....in spanish.... i wanted to slit my writs.....i had to have fun with it. it was the only way i could get through it. so i went up there and used that whole list of what not do and did it. hahahha it was so funny. hermana cruz and i were dying. marliths testimony was my favorite though every conversation you have with her she ALWAYS somehow ties in "naci en la selva de peru" and she gets up there first thing out of her mouth...."naci en la selva de peru" and then proceeds to tell everyone how grateful she was for the missionaries making her birthday special. how precious is she.
sunday nights are my fvorite. pday eve...the best part of the whole week. our apt building has been under construction since before ive gotten here so we have these huge rafters outside our balcony. we climbed up them all the way too the roof which overlooked the whole city of barcelona! perfect.we have found our new study spot.
today we dont know what we are doing. possibly off to sagrada. no big deal. basically being a misisonary rocks. i love it. but i do miss everyone lots. seriously i love you all! TALK to you next weeek!!
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