Hello friends!
this week on the 20th marks the 100th day i have been a missionary! crazy how time flies. a few things that happened this week as follows:
you could say the monsoon treated us well :)
fruits eaten: raspberries and cantaloupe. I'll eat the cantaloupe for life. I ate it without the lady who served us knowing i didn't like fruit (major score) although brunt and budge were staring at me waiting for me to make a face. They succeeded in me making faces when i ate the raspberries. BLAGH NEVER AGAIN! they were super sour and smushy. nasty.
Angels for the week: dude i don't even know. there were lots. but let's just say Sister Orton for the sake of time. she's my new companion as well as Sister Soifua and boy oh boy do we have fun preaching the gospel. She's a great addition to the companionship.
Which brings me to, no one ever told me how FUN mission work is. Seriously this past week might have been the time of my life because for real we had a blast. we saw miracles happen, we experienced my first monsoon and we even smashed an old watermelon for our favorite goats. Time is flying by and I am loving every moment. It makes me really sad to think i will be leaving my brown Indians.
Also, the natives are so funny. I was chatting with a few of the YSA's and asking them how they like to be referred to as. They laughed and said that "only white people want to be politically correct, we don't care!" So i call them injuns or red man or brown people or natives or Indians or some times Pocahontas. only when I'm feeling really bold though. and they love it. And I totally love them.
Also, my favorite lamanite, Germaine (the one with tats and was in jail for 11 years) said the following this week: "I use to mess with these high tech weapons. Like huge guns and stuff. But now I have a higher weapon. That's the Book of Mormon" Yes you do Germaine. Yes you do. Seriously I love him every time we go and teach him he gives me one of those golden quotes.
Also all my paragraphs are starting with also in this letter. sorry.
We had transfers on Wednesday and thus began our cleaning the res. There is SO MUCH WORK to do before i leave in the upcoming week, and we're working really hard to get everything done. The area book is very out dated so we've been contacting a lot of people that we've never heard of but they're names in the book...such as "yellow feather and goldenhawk" I want to be friends with these people based on their names alone. selfish, i know.
I was sorry to hear about Grandma Ann, however how great it is that she's no longer in pain! One of my favorite things to explain to these people is that when you die, your body is healed back to its perfect state. So many of these people have lost limbs from alcohol and diabetes and when they hear this it's like nothing else matters. I have a testimony that we really will see those we love after this life and I guess Grandma Ann just adds to Grandpa's angels in heaven now.
one of my goals in mesa was to go and pick some cotton...nevermind the fact that it's totally the wrong season to do so...well we were sitting on the side of the road trying to contact someone on the phone and i thought-perfect time! unfortunately it had just been irregated and my feet went STRAIGHT in. Determined, i took my shoes off and grabbed a flower from one of the bushes. goal complete. kind of.
also this is casera. she's my favorite little indian girl and i am not kidding, in 15 months i will be visiting her.
so we were doing service friday morning and i found a new friend! let it be known i scooped it up in my BARE HANDS and held it for a long time. yes i am pretty legitimate these days....ha joke. oh also just the pima/maricopa salt river res sign we pass every day. yes. random i know.
Alright I leave you with MY FAVORITE MOMENT OF THE WEEK:
Alec is one of the investigators that i have been here since we started teaching him last month. I feel like he's "my" investigator. Anyways, he's told us many times he never thinks he'll ever feel the spirit. My personal quest this past month is to get the dude to feel what i feel every time we meet with him. So that's the back drop, now the story: we were teaching them the plan of salvation this past Thursday and when we got through the lesson we had a brief quiet moment. Alec then said "whenever you guys come or i go to church or right now even, it feels like my heart is beating faster. like it's under my bones pounding and it almost hurts, it just takes my breath and i have to stop and breath..." I almost jumped off my seat. I sort of yelled out Alec, you're feeling the spirit! To which he looked at me confused and then all of a sudden it was like this HUGE blanket just engulfed the room and his face just brightened and he choked a little and said "i am?!" It was an incredible moment that really changed my life.
If the only reason i am here for 18 months on a mission was for Alec to feel the spirit, then my mission is a success.
sister mad