Alrighty everyone. Buckle up. It is story time. You know how every missionary has a few near death experiences? Well I just had my first one. And it has to do with a train.
We were driving home from picking up dinner for a member and the GPS sent a
us a way we have never been before. It brought us to a railroad crossing. The lights started flashing and there was a stop sign so naturally we stopped. The gate thing on the other side of the crossing was closing but Sister Finch (who was driving) could not see the other gate. I was sitting in the back seat when I saw the gate about to close r oh get on too of us. That's when I realized we were about to get hit by a train. I screamed "Sister Finch GO NOW!". She had no idea what I was talking about but she didn't hesitate and floored it...and a few seconds later the train came flying by. So, the gate we were under almost crushed the car, we almost got hit by a train, and then we almost hit the other gate on the other side of the tracks. It was a wild time.
Needless to say we all feel like heavenly father was watching over us in that exact moment because I'm not sure how we cut it so close. God watches over his missionaries. He watches over all of his children!!
Here's another story that I think you will all find very interesting. Our toilet flooded our bathroom on Saturday. And both of my companions were literally watching me screaming trying to figure out what to do. I kept telling them to call someone or to do anything and they just stood there laughing at me. It was terrible. To make a long story short I figured out how to fix the toilet and it finally stopped spraying everywhere. Neither of my companions were willing to help me clean up the bathroom so it did it all by myself. It was not fun because we had nothing to clean up all of the water with, But I persevered! I'll attach a photo of me cleaning just so you can tell how happy I was to be cleaning it up.
The work here is slow. Still being unable to visit anyone in person makes it hard to build trust with the members. It's been a hard week. But we know that we are going to be greatly blessed for the efforts we are making! God is preparing people for us to teach!
What I've learned this week is quality vs quantity. I was reading a talk by Dieter F Uchtdorf and he talks about not focusing on the numbers in missionary work. About being genuine. It's hard when we report our numbers and they are so low but the important thing that we are making a difference for the people we are teaching. The savior wants to know the conditions of our hearts. How we love his children. How we are striving to grow closer to him. Not the statistics. As missionaries and normal people. All he wants is the best we have to offer.
Love you all! Have a wonderful week!
Photos
1- making pupusas at 9 PM after a long day of plans being changed.
2- waiting for another lesson to start :)
3- Sister Finch
4- Cleaning the flooded bathroom
5- Avocado toast...our usual breakfast...and lunch...and dinner...
5- Me and my girl Sister Lau at our favorite place. The laundromat. Just kidding. It is kind of a soul killing place.
6- Las hermanas del barrio, El Camino!
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