So, I still don't know how to organize this emails because remembering an ENTIRE week of things is nuts. Haha, so I'll just start at the very beginning and then jump to and fro as I please. (ALSO, just a word of caution, I am developing a southern accent.. I'm like a little sponge, I can't help it. So if I say anything that sounds silly, forgive me por favor). Anyways! Last Pday was just super hard. After emailing I had another like 'okay, what am I doing here, I don't have time to get back to anyone let alone write a decent email and really ah what is my life' semi breakdown, so that was real fun. BUT THEN. Of course, the Lord just shows forth His loving hand as it turned into the happiest day of milagros (miracles). I came home to find that HAPPIEST package on our doorstep, so that was incredibly perfectly beautiful. Kudos to the best momma of my life. So, that made me way happier. Then we headed to Wally World and met the NEATEST hispanic guys. They were way funny, and the one was looking for a wife, and we told them that if he came to church and was baptized, we might marry him.. hahahah, uhhh.. he was actually heading back to Mexico the next week, but he pinky promised he'd find the missionaries there. Haha. Then, we went to our COOLEST sort of recent convert human friend Sister Davis's for GREEN SMOOTHIES, and you know how I feel about greens. And smoothies. After that, we were at the laundromat.. and, yikes bikes. Our clothes were taking FOREVER to dry. And we were real late (P day ends at 6), so yeah. But then these two little girls walk in and we started talking to them. they were just so funny and I dunno. Then their mom and this random guy came in and we talked to them. The guy was super crazy Christian, but the mom didn't know where she was in life or her testimony. We got to stand in this little laundromat and bear testimony to the little girls and their mom that they were daughters of God and that Jesus knows them. It was so cool and the spirit was BEAUTIFUL. We got the moms number, but can't get ahold of her. I still have faith that we'll see her again one day, but I KNOW that we were supposed to be there late to help them. It's neat how that happens. The icing off the cake was a lesson with a hispanic couple named Anaseli and Manuel. They have a son, Thomas, that we hung out with at that hispanic party and it was just EXACTLY what i'd always imagined a lesson would be. They were interested and the spirit was there and I know Heavenly Father knew that that was what I needed to feel good again.
Halloween on the mish is really fun.. hahah. I had a TON of candy (thanks again, mom) and I'm trying not to gain the weight of the world here (both Hermanas that were in this area before me gained 30 pounds on their missions.. YIKES), so I decided I would use the candy as a service opportunity. So I made these cute little bags of candy and glowsticks and such, along with pictures of Christ and children, and as we were parked in front of our investigators houses, the little beautiful hispanic children would come 'trick or treating' at my window.. the cutest thing EV. Ah, I thought I was gonna wait til later, but I can't. I LOVE HISPANIC CHILDREN. Alright, I said it. Hahah. I am just learning SO much what Christ meant when He tells us to 'become as little children'.. these kids are the best. They want to listen to us, they don't stop talking about how much they love God, it's incredible. They ask us every second to give them more pamphlets and cards cause they are all starting a collection of "God things" as they so eloquently have named it. Haha, it's the cutest thing. I will never forget the feeling of sitting on a little porch, surrounded by kids, teaching them 'I am a Child of God'.. seeing these kids sing these incredibly powerful truths, learning it for themselves, SO beautiful. Ah. ALSO you'll get a kick out this.. so we gave them candy, right? And naturally, they're little stinkers and threw their trash on the ground.. OH NO YOU DIDN'T, I exclaimed.. and then went in on this huge sermon about God's creations and came up with, on the spot, this beautiful analogy of "how would you feel if you made this awesome art project and everybody came around and threw trash on it".. hahah, Hermana Clark and I decided we should add "not littering" to the list of commandments we teach in PMG.
So we are heading soon to a dinner appointment (TACOS!) with investigators, the familia Garcia, but let me just tell you how great they are! AHHHH, I love the kids. Just the best. And their mom is the most hilarious human. But we haven't really had the opportunity to get to know their dad.. until lately. By some miracle (we prayed for it) he has been able to be home more, and he RULES. He knows how much I want to be Mexican, so when he shakes my hand he calls me 'la mexicana'.. hahah, apparently my braid around my head is ONLY done in Mexico, so he thinks I'm a total wanna be, but maybe I am. He did tell me that he thinks I'll learn Spanish fast because i'm like a 'Mexican', I listen intently and really try.. I guess that's what Mexicans do. I'll take what I can get. We had a super intensely beautiful convo with him, about gospel things and the Book of Mormon and he's SO SOLID. He told us that he'd have to think about baptism because he wants it to be a family afair.. little does he know, his kids have already committed to baptism.. hahah. Ah, I love them.
Oh, I wish I had time to tell you all.. but really, it's a happy life here. HARD as can be, but happy.
I must really be in the south, also, I ate fried 'gizzards' (YUCK) at the local tastee freez and last night we totally ran over a HUGE possum. I laughed my head off, Hermana Clark thinks I'm the worst. Good times down here, no doubt about it! I love learning about Christ. I love feeling his spirit through personal study each morning. I love the gospel and I LOVE PEOPLE.
AND I LOVE YOU GUYZZZZ.
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