I know you're all running around like chickens with your heads cut off waiting to find out about transfers. So I guess I'll just alleviate your concerns and tell you.........
I STILL HAVE NO IDEA.
I slept very little last night, and during those few hours that I was able to rest I had dreams about being transferred to Las Palmeras and having to share a house with seven other Hermanas.
All you need to know is, I like my privacy and I really don't want to go to Las Palmeras.
And so we wait. Pretty sure I am going to find out in about twenty minutes.
Our zone went to the beach again last week and made sand castles! That was a great relief from the cares of the world. The whole time our district built our sand castle, Elder Guevara was dramatically quoting The Testaments (a Church-produced film about the ancient peoples of America being visited by Christ) in Spanish. It was like an LDS soap opera up in there.
Also, we got jumped by two giant dogs in Ines's house. Well, Lucky, Balto's horse twin, was dancing with me and then the other one just flew up onto Hermana Moody's stunned face and left her slumped down on the couch laughing so hard there were tears streaming down her face. I love those dogs.
Yet again we returned to the beach on Saturday, this time to clean! Wow, there are some really dirty beaches in Ancon. It is super sad. BUT here came the Mormons, fixin' em up real good. I saw my buddy Elder Larsen from the CCM and Elder Muñoz and I had rock-carrying competitions. Can I just reiterate to you all how easily entertained missionaries are?
Our base of investigators has basically caved and so we have done some good old-fashioned door-knocking this week. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it! You never know what you are going to get. For example, we met "J". I tapped on the glass of the door with a pen and, opening a small window, there appeared a rather large and quite shirtless gentleman. I instantly looked to Hermana Moody to save me from talking to this fellow, but she just smiled at me with closed lips. Taking courage, I turned back to our new friend and began to talk with him. Turns out he has a wife and two kids and doesn't work on Sundays! Furthermore, he wanted to meet with us with his wife and made sure to schedule an appointment with us on a day when they will both be available. YES!
There really are small miracles waiting for us everywhere. All we have to do is pray to find them and then go out a-lookin'. Heavenly Father has prepared people to put into our paths - and not just the paths of the missionaries! You members have the responsibility to share the truth with those who are ready to hear it. Pray always for the opportunity to experience the great blessings of missionary work. You will not regret it.
After our (very, very successful) English class the other night, Hermana Moody and I were putting away the chairs in the overflow of the chapel. On the back pew sat a man and a woman, talking and giggling and obviously rather interested in one another. Just gonna tell you right now...it's pretty awkward to sit and flirt IN THE CHAPEL, IN FRONT OF THE SISTER MISSIONARIES. And my companion would have NONE of that. She started to stack the chairs more violently, making as much noise as possible. After a minute or two they started to look back at her perturbedly. She continued to stack with all her heart, might, mind, and strength. When FINALLY they up and left, she stopped, smiled at me in utter satisfaction, and said, "Hermana Moody, keeping the church holy."
(cue crowds cheering and incessant wookie noises) WHOOT WHOOT WHOOT WHOOT
That's my mother. :)
Also, one of the elders in our ward, Elder Gallardo, found a renewed fire to work on his English on Sunday and asked us to speak only in English to him. He asked us to respond to him as if we didn't speak any Spanish, and so if he makes a mistake he has to try and explain it again in English. My companion and I were standing by the bishop's office and he and Elder Muñoz had gone to find out where we would be meeting with our ward mission leader. I was talking to a sister in the ward when suddenly, over a sea of members doing their weekly despedidas, he shouted,
"HERMANA HEWITT! IT'S IN THE CHICKEN!"
And promptly followed his companion into the church's kitchen.
Wow. I love being a missionary.
Love you all! Be safe and make good choices!
Hermana Hewitt
Oh yes. And "M", our convert, was trying to write down the information of our district leader. Definitely wrote down "Elder Scroglians."
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY!
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