Well another week has gone by. I can't really understand how time actually goes by because ever day seems to never end and then suddenly I'm back to another Monday sending emails. It doesn't make any sense to me, but hey I'm okay with that.
This week was actually really great. Sister Astorga and I made some wonderful progress in finding people who were interested and with one of the current people we are teaching. He doesn't have any religious background and doesn't believe in God... but wants to learn about why people read the Bible and why religion is so precious to so many people. And this week we had the best lesson with him of all time. He still doesn't believe in God but he is open to the possibility that maybe there is. He sees holes in the things he grew up learning and told us that we motivated him to want to pray and find out if there is a God. Can I just say there is nothing more rewarding than seeing someone that you really don't actually know that well, but love with more of your heart than you can explain says something like that?!? When they tell you they appreciate the effort that we are making to teach him and help him. There is nothing better. It's fulfilling, rewarding, and is the reason why I'm on my mission. It's amazing the way everyone just grows into your heart and you love them so much.
At the same time, this was the worst week of my mission. When Sister Astorga and I were sent to our area, the mission president told us that we would be opening a new area and that we should do that however we felt would be best. And since we live with another set of sisters and have to share a car and the current area was SO big, we decided to be an area by people. Well, this week, the President decided that he wanted a geographical boundary for our area... which meant that no matter how we split the area, we would have to pass our people to the other sisters. There is nothing worse than the feeling of leaving them. We found, taught and connected with them and loved them so much... and now with our boundaries being different, we have to pass them on to the other sisters. It is the hardest thing. And it breaks my heart. And now I know exactly how each time I'm transferred is going to feel. Except that it'll be worse because I won't be in the same ward as them if they join the church. Oh being a missionary is hard. But God is in it. I don't know why, but there are reasons for what is happening. Things that we don't know or understand are always in the details for why things happen. And as hard as it is, all you can do is trust that God knows what he is doing and it'll work out.
There is one investigator that the other sisters found that is amazing and is a gourmet cook. So we get DELICIOUS food from him all the time. Probably 2-3 a week. It's incredible what he feeds us. He actually is getting baptized this month and we are more than excited for him. This is a picture of one of the meals that he fed us. It was so good as always. In our ward there are 4 sets of missionaries and so the ward members like to have all or some of us over at the same time.... so we get fed a lot. It's really great to see the members so excited to have us here(:
Also, at our last district meeting, we had a contest and our district leaders had a bunch of old trophies from a ward member who was getting rid of them.... We won.... 3rd. But should have gotten 4th... because we cheated a little.... hehehe.... We repented. But it's a really cool trophy. It says "BEST IN BREED" across the front. It's really nice and is a fun memory(:
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