06 August 2013

Baby Dog Miracle (August 5, 2013)

This is an email that I sent to Lexi telling her of a tragedy (and the miracles that came as a result) that happened to her beloved Oscar... aka "Baby Dog".  Anyone who knows Lex knows that the family member she'll miss the most on her mission is Oscar!  We don't take offense... it is what it is... ;-)  So you can imagine the agony I felt when Baby Dog was hit by a car this past weekend.  Seeing him in pain was absolute torture, but the thought of telling Lex was more than I could bear.  Our loving Heavenly Father knew all this... and He had a plan...

Hello, darling daughter.

I have a miracle to tell you about... but it might be kinda hard to hear so I want you to say a quick little prayer first before you scroll down.  Just know that everything is ok and that I have a greater testimony than I ever have before that angels watch over us and Heavenly Father hears and answers our prayers.

SAY

A

LITTLE

PRAYER.... LOVE YOU!


OK...


Lex, Andrew, and Oscar camping in the backyard before she left on her mission

Baby dog was hit by a car on Friday night, but he is going to be 100% ok... because of a series of miracles.  Andrew and I were "camping" in a tent in the back yard (Mook & Chris were at a concert in SL).  The tent door was zipped except the bottom zipper.  Andrew and I were saying our prayers before turning in for the night and Oscar was just chilling out on the end of the sleeping bags.  Some kids started hollering across 12th East and Oscar suddenly took off through the bottom of the tent door. We ran after him as fast as we could, screaming at him to stop, but he ran right into the street just as a car was passing.



With the help of the Murdoch's son-in-law we got him to the animal hospital where the vet met us.  He has four broken ribs and a broken vertebra. The ribs, although painful, will heal and aren't considered a life threatening or even extremely serious injury, but the broken vertebra was a different story.  Enter miracle number one.  The doctor said he had no medical explanation for why the vertebra had not fallen directly down onto the spinal cord... causing paralysis or worse.  Instead the broken bone had fallen to the side and was being held in place - away from the spinal cord by the vertebra in front of it.


Saying goodbye to Oscar for the night...

Oscar spent the night in the animal hospital.  The vet stayed with him so he wasn't alone. (He was also heavily sedated). He told us he would call in the morning to tell us how he was doing.  The big test was if he could stand - even for a moment - so we would know there wasn't nerve damage.  I was unbelievably frightened (truth be told I was a complete hysterical mess - I excluded that detail from Lexi's email, but she knows her mama...) thinking about the possibilities, but Andrew remained incredibly calm during the whole ordeal. He kept telling me over and over that he KNEW Oscar was going to be ok... that the Spirit had witnessed this to him and that he would heal completely.  I was so comforted by his strength.

Before I left I asked the doctor if Oscar could have a Priesthood blessing. He told me that his stake president was also a vet and they had discussed that question at length as it was not an uncommon request.  They had reached the conclusion that the Priesthood was to be reserved for God's children, but they felt prayers were every bit as effective as blessings when it came to our animal children.  I did not sleep at all that night, Lex.  I prayed non-stop.  I have never prayed so fervently for anything.  I prayed that angels would be with him and if it were possible that they minister to him and protect his spinal cord.  At one point as I prayed I saw in vision two spirits administering to him.  I saw one of them place her hand on his spine and I felt energy flow through my hand as if it was hers flowing into him.  I understand now why Lehi says, "I thought I saw" when referring to his vision.  It was a most peculiar experience and difficult, if not impossible, to describe how I was experiencing it.  But I know that my prayers were being heard and literally answered.

On Saturday morning Dr. Israelsen called and asked if we were ready to take Oscar home.  Not only could he stand, but he was walking around, eating, drinking, and had even gone outside to relieve himself.  Words cannot describe the relief we felt!  I wish I could say that it has been all smooth sailing since then, but it has not.  His injuries are painful and he is so fragile.  We have taken him back to the vet every morning and every evening for shots - steroids to protect the spinal cord, pain relievers, and medication to protect his stomach from the effects of the other medications.

On Sunday evening (yesterday) we were still concerned that neurological damage was a possibility.  He had not eaten since Sat morning, was barely drinking, and had almost no movement. I knew I would be writing you this email and I couldn't bear the thought of not being able to conclusively state that all would be well and that his healing would be complete.  Again, I prayed so fervently that I would be reassured... through physical evidence... that he would be ok so that I could tell you that in this email.



Oscar's temporary hospital room next to our bed

Last night he began walking between his bed (which we put right next to our bed) and the chair in the corner of our room.  It took tremendous effort but he did it four times over the course of the night.  He also began drinking enough water to keep him hydrated.  This morning the doctor re-X-rayed him.  When he brought the x-rays in for me to see he said, "You know those stories about people who have cancer, receive a blessing, and then when they return to the doctor there is no sign the cancer was ever there?  Well, I think we're just about there with our miracle dog."  He told me if he hadn't known where the vertebra break was he never would have picked it up on the x-ray he took this morning.  The broken bone had moved off and away from the spinal cord and no swelling in the area was present -  again, totally medically inexplicable.

Oscar has begun walking... following us around the house. At first just a few steps before resting, but more and more throughout the day.  And tonight he passed the vet's last final test by eating and keeping it down. (Of course it was freshly cooked chicken - he flatly refused everything else!)  Oscar is a spoiled prince!

Chris calls what has happened "Lexi's miracle."  He feels that the Adversary created the conditions that led to the accident in an attempt to disrupt your ability to serve in the manner in which you are needed, but that the Lord intervened and created instead a learning experience for us all.  My testimony of prayer, of the presence of ministering angels, of the reality of a loving Heavenly Father have all been strengthened.  This experience has had a powerful impact on Andrew.  I will encourage him to write to you about it from his perspective and what he has learned.  I have also had a renewed commitment to cherish those we love and to never ever let anything be more important than our relationships because life is fragile and we never know how much time we have with one another.




I'm sorry if this has been painful and scary to read, but I have prayed that you would feel the Spirit as you read it and that you would receive a confirmation of the Lord's hand in our life.

We love you so much, Lex.  Keep baby dog in your prayers.  He loves you and is working hard to get his "spazz" back!




Mom

Lexi's response to Baby Dog Miracle (August 6, 2013)

My dear brothers and sisters,
This week has been one of relatively little excitement at the CCM. Today is my transfer's last p-day before we leave for our mission homes next Tuesday! Todos en mi distrito son preparados y muy animados. Our Español is progressing and our testimonies seem to increase by buckets daily. These Elders and Hermanas have verdaderemente become mi familia and I love each of them so much. Next p-day is going to be a tough one.

Despite my lack of intriguing events, I have been informed of gran milagros at home. I asked my lovely mother to share with you what she told me pertaining to my very closest friend, Oscar (aka Baby Dog).



See "Baby Dog Miracle" post 

Here in the CCM, we sit in classes most of the day. We eat carbohydrates and meat, attempt to play volleyball, clean up our cuts and bruises, learn Spanish, study the gospel, and somehow in the midst of this we become more fully converted to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
For those who weren't present for my setting apart blessing (which is anyone but a select few), I am going to tell you simply that included in the words of my Stake President were those of my opportunity to see miracles happen on the mission.
I have begun to realize that I see miracles every single day. Prayers are answered left and right. My being here is a miracle in and of itself. And the other night I wrote in my journal that even if those tiny miracles of opening to the perfect scripture or opening a difficult bottle of nail polish are the only miracles I get to see the whole mission, I will be entirely content because it means that the promise given me by my Heavenly Father, dependent on my obedience, is being fulfilled.
However, as I read emails (and the rest of you had better start sending me some) about changes that come about in the lives of family and friends whom I hold so dear, I am uplifted beyond the ability of my mortal words to express.
I pray for you, my parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, and beloved friends. I send my blessings home because I have everything I need and more in the work. Being in the business of saving souls...
It does something to you.
Or maybe that's just the water.
Cualquiera.
To all who struggle, all who falter, all who are lost, all who long for peace:
Trust.
Have faith in the ability of your Father in Heaven to guide you, and in the ability of your Redeemer to succor you in trials as well as rejoice in your triumphs. I could expound forever! Don't get mad at me for preaching to you. But I have come to know more assuredly than ever this week that God is there. He does exist. He lives. He is aware of us at all times, and He loves us.
YOU
I am talking to YOU
He loves you!
Trust Him!
And if you don't trust Him, ask Him if you can and seek His response. I can promise you that if you do this with real intent, you may come to know as fully and deeply as I do that He is ever mindful and that He loves you. It is the truth.
Thank you, my wonderful friends, for your support and your faith. You'll never know how much it means to me.
His work hastens, and I am burning off the glorious Peruvian desserts as I run to keep up!
Keep your bedrooms clean. Get up early. Eat, perhaps, three fewer Cheetos a day.
This is my testimony and witness:
EXACT OBEDIENCE + FAITH = MIRACLES
Yo digo esta verdad en el nombre sagrado de mi Señor, Jesucristo, amen.

Hermana Hewitt
P.S. We bought some hot chocolate last p-day but...it was actually flavorless oatmeal. Como...¿que en el mundo? So in our valiant attempt to finish all this dreadful substance Hermana Ojeda and I were adding in sugar. And cookies. And chocolate. And all manner of other really, really unintelligent things. Finally Hermana Ojeda looked at me and said,
"This is DEFINITELY against the Word of Wisdom!"

Week Four Email (July 30, 2013)

Please accept my deepest apologies for not posting Lexi's email from last week on time.  I know a lot of you check every week for an update and I let ya down!  :-(  I'll do better!  

¡Mis pollos dulces!,

I cannot possibly explain how much I LOVE MY LIFE. It just doesn't
seem like it could get any better than this. So many things to say and
so little time (plus rather begrudging computers this particular
p-day), but I shall do my best.

First of all, I am giving up on photographs until I get out to the
field. TWO HOO HOO WEEKS!!!! We are the avanzados en el CCM now. It's
crazy business. I feel so old.


Alright. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to THIS aka Mookie! That girl. I love you,
sissy. I read your letter today and it brought me such joy. Keep being
wacky with Teeya for me.

Oh yeah...so I have this
assignmentbecausethey'renotallowedtocallustosomethingmorethanthecallingofamissionary!
I have been assigned as the coordinator de la musica in the CCM. This
is the only calling any sister missionaries have besides being the
sister trainer companionship (which is Hnas Steckler and Bills; they
will do AMAZING things!). So I am pretty excited. Basically I just
pick hymns for todos los reuniones con nuestra zona y otros misioneros
en el CCM as well as assigning musical numbers and stuff. Interesante.
It's low-key but I actually get to do stuff and talk to people. You
know. The usual.


Here in the CCM there is a Christmas tree. This Christmas tree is
passed down with each transfer to a different district. Then this
district subsequently adds their own ornament and celebrates Christmas
together on their final p-day THEN passes on the tree to their
favorite district. AND GUESS WHO GOT THE CHRISTMAS TREE

our district>>>>>>>>the world..




We have in-depth conversations during personal study time about
different types of screamo music..

Elder Nielsen loves Nickelback. Poor kid. Everyone teases him so much
but he really does like them. One evening Hna Ojeda and I had just
begun our prayer for companionship planning in the district room when
suddenly right next to me Elder Winterton yelled - yes, yelled -

LOOKUHTHISPHO-DUH-GRAPH

Lots of giggling

Lots of silence

Lots of "Lo siento!" whispered from Elder Nielsen and Elder Winterton
as Hna Ojeda valiantly finished our prayer. They honestly felt so bad.
I was shaking from trying to hold in my laughter.

Speaking of Elder Winterton.

Yesterday when the last transfer was partying because it was their
last night, we didn't really get a whole lot done because our maestro
was sick. We actually all memorized a bunch of stuff, but there were
all sorts of random companionship splits and last-minute decisions
made to do unnecessary things. So us Hermanas, studying ever so
diligently, didn´t even notice when most of the Elders decided to go
out in the hall to play with Ricardo Pequeño the hacky sack. Neither
did Elder Winterton. Hna Hooper looked up and saw him sitting alone in
this room full of Hermanas and said his name, hoping to call this fact
to his attention as well.

With a grin he looked around at our faces and waited for the punch
line. Then he realized what was happening...and BOLTED.

I rarely laugh so hard as I did then.

More funny things...LOL is REVA in Spanish.

Rice En Voz Alta. Laugh Out Loud. ¿Entiende?.

At lunch a few days ago we were discussing families of people in our
district. Elder Avery had shown us photos of his and Hermana Barker
said something about his rather pleasant looking brother. Suddenly
alerted, I shout-whispered

"HE is SO attractive!"

And glanced up to realize that my finger was pointed directly at a
passing Elder. Who looked back at me and walked away.

#facepalm


We learned from Hermana Carillo that Spongebob exists here in Peru.
His name is Bob Esponja.

he-he-he-he-hilARIOUS.

Now for the missionary things that happened this week on my MISSION...

Last Wednesday we watched a Mormon Message of Elder Holland's
testimony of the Book of Mormon...in Spanish. Everybody in the class
was all UGH and Hermana Carillo was all ESTA BIEN and I was all DON DE
LENGUAS EVERYBODY.

I have never received a stronger witness from the Spirit of the truth
of the Book of Mormon as I did watching that video that I could barely
understand. It is the truest book on the earth. I gotta tell ya...I
love it.

As far as spiritual things, I have progressed more in this past week
than I think I had in my whole life. Missionaries are so incredibly
blessed. When we were out proselyting on Saturday, we had some
off-kilter experiences with men named Miguel who have friends who
don't stop talking indiscernibly, but we also got to teach the entire
Restoration to a very Catolica woman named Carmen as well as
committing the sweetest lady in the world, Elena, to attend la iglesia
en este Domingo. Oh my goodness. Read Helaman 12:1. I actually felt
like a missionary that day because Hna Ojeda and I were tracting
completely alone. We were guided by the Spirit to those who were ready
to hear us. We got 5 referrals for the area missionaries in barely 2
hours. It was just incredible. Can't even explain it.

And to finalize this incredibly long carta with a miracle.

Hna Ojeda's mama went in for shoulder surgery yesterday morning. She
has an entire joint replacement and has had level 9 pain for eight
years. We fasted for her on Sunday and I spent the day thinking about
how I can better serve my companion.

Last night Hermana Ojeda got a call from her mother. There is none of
the potential infection in the shoulder; the doctor was able to adjust
the replacement and her mother's pain level is going to go from a 9 to
a 1. ONE.

Heavenly Father loves His children so much. It is absolutely undeniable.

I love this gospel. I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I love the people
of Peru. I love my district. I love being a vessel for the Spirit. I
love being a representative of the Lord. I love my mission and I love
my life!

And I love all of you as well.

Hermana Hewitt.

P.S. Send me letters with photographs and your testimonies. I want to
share stories with my investigators. Love you all! SO MUCH!