Happy P-day everybody!
I found my Doppelgänger on a wall this week…
doppelgänger |ˈdäpəlˌgaNGər| nounan apparition or double of a living person
This week we were in search of revelation. When I arrived at my new area I found that there were no progressing investigators; in fact, our area had not seen investigators in sacrament meeting for weeks! Having left Pro with several progressing, I was excited to get some new life in San Diego.
Welcome to San Diego (I don't know why this is written in English)
Then we both almost died of a stomach infection. So we went out and worked and drank a LOT of Bismutol and (hahaha did I mention that Hermana Kim thinks Limp Bizkit is Limp Bisquick?) used some of Granny Mary's magical essential oils to help out with the headaches and found some new investigators.
Hermana Kim and I are CONSTANTLY laughing!
And also we almost got robbed by a couple lost sheep (I had originally typed in creepers...just so you all know. I am working on my charity. I was once taught that there is indeed a white-out/delete key for life, and that is repentance.) when we were contacting in exactly the area the Lord had directed us to.
Guess what that means?
There MUST be families there!
2 Nephi 2:11. For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things.
Therefore, I decided that it was better to be obedient to God than Satan and we marched back into that place with three YSA members of the ward (all of which are preparing to serve missions, two of which are tall and somewhat intimidating if you ignore the glasses and the conservative ties) and an army of angels. We taught a bunch of people and indeed found more families to teach this week!
One of my favorite finding ideas is to offer help with English homework. We have tried to teach English classes but sometimes they just end up being ward activities or utter failures. However, almost every Peruvian child has to take some sort of English course in elementary school.
So we had gone out with a member and she mentioned some old investigators who had gone to church but hadn't been visited in awhile. We knocked their door and the mom came out. She was so sweet! But she didn't have a lot of time and her angry mother-in-law was there and she didn't want troubles. We talked to her for a minute in the doorway, made an appointment, and were about to leave when she asked if I could help her little son with a project. So we entered their house and they presented us with a play farm. She handed me a sheet of paper with a few sentences about "the chicken" scribbled on it. Our new little friend needed to practice his pronunciation so he could present the chicken. Here are the sentences:
"The chicken is yellow."
"The chicken is beautiful."
"The chicken is delicious."
"The chicken drinks water."
"The chicken plays with me."
Look, I don't know what they are trying to teach these kids. Are chickens friends, or food? Or both? Does that mean we should eat our friends? My awful companion started to crack jokes all the time! I found a post-it note in my agenda from Wednesday that says: "Felices 14 meses en la misión. The chicken is yellow, drinks water, and is freaking delicious if it's roasted! #joytotheworld"
That's why we are best friends.
These are cookies from the chicken project. Mine was missing an eye. They were delicious, just like the chicken.
Also, we had some less-than-favorable experiences that left us giggling. Lots of people who just don't need us (see Alma 5:51).
51 And also the Spirit saith unto me, yea, crieth unto me with a mighty voice, saying: Go forth and say unto this people—Repent, for except ye repent ye can in nowise inherit the kingdom of heaven.
And a whole lot who personified 2 Nephi 29:3.
3 And because my words shall hiss forth—many of the Gentiles shall say: A Bible! A Bible! We have got a Bible, and there cannot be any more Bible.
I LOVE THE BOOK OF MORMON.
I also really love being a missionary. I cried on that 14-month mark because I realized how much I don't ever want to leave Perú. I'm going to be trunky for the mission when I get home.
Last day with Hermana do Santos
But don't worry! The Lord has His due time for everything and I will cheerfully accept His will, even when it means I have to return to the real world. And I will give you all a big abrazo. :)
I love you!
Hermana Hewitt
Quote of the Week goes to a short conversation between Elder McAllister, Elder Payne, and I:
E. McAllister: "So Elder Payne, did you play sports in high school?"
E. Payne: "I played 2 years of football...and soccer...they cut me from the basketball team. I was too slow."
Hna Hewitt: "What?! But you played soccer!"
E. Payne: (awkward silence) "I was the goalie."
Oh…
We had a conference with Bishop Davies and I was reunited with my favorite Australian New Zealander, Hermana Hooper. Elder Urmston decided to adorn our photo.
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