This week we finished up the teaching of Andres. Our 10 year old investigator. He is the sweetest kid, and his family is the most amazing. I honestly have never loved a family so much so fast. He is so funny. He tries so hard to remember what we teach, but he just can't really do it. For example.. we taught about tithing the other day. Literally RIGHT after we finished teaching we go, "okay, Andres, what is ´tithing´?" and he goes "um... God?" ....yep. But he had his baptisimal interview and passed. The elders came to his house to do the interview and as we were finishing up, we were talking about how his dad was going to baptize him, and his mom goes, "we can't find his records. We don't know if his dad is a member" We kinda just stared at her, wondering why she waited until the night before to tell us. So we called one of the members of the bishopric. He was heading home from the temple, and decided to yell at us for not knowing before hand and a lot of other stuff that didn't make any sense, and hung up on us. Not sure what happened in the temple to put him in that mood but. Either way, whether his dad is a member or not, it has nothing to do with the baptism of Andres. It was like the last thing we needed on top of a hard week.
Anyway, Sunday. Mar was confirmed! It was so cool to watch her and to think that 4 weeks ago she was unhappy and had no idea what to do in her life. And then to watch her be comfirmed as a member of the church was amazing.
The member of the bishopric came up to us at church and said they found the records of his dad, but we´re still going to postpone the baptism. And then decided to continue to blame us for the confusion and then to stab the knife even farther, say "I know your purpose is to baptize, but you´re not doing your job well enough. Why do you think Jose Antonio isn't coming to church anymore". That was kinda like the last thing I needed to her, especially because he doesn't actually know the situation.
But ANYWAY. I'm done complaining I think. So Andres will be baptized this Thursday. We´re going to figure out how to improve the communication between our leaders, and just try to make this week a better one.
Yesterday, we were super discouraged. Our plans fell through for like the millionth time that week, and we just were pretty much exhausted. So we prayed, literally said "look, we honestly dont want to work anymore, but we´re going to. So please help us" and God led us to a less active/convert who hasn't accepted the missionaries in about half a year. We walked in, and about 10 minutes later her brother, another less active, and two friends, one a less active and one a non member, walked in. Her brother I had only met once, but he quickly became one of my favorite people her in Palermo. But we just talked, go to know each other, and shared a scripture. Then shared testimonies and that lesson was one of the most spiritual lessons I have had in my mission.
Then we walked and walked and walked and got home probably the most tired I have been on my mission.
It's interesting to look back at what happened at the end of the day or the end of the week. This week was one of the hardest, but we worked hard and reached most of our goals. When we were ready to give up, God blessed us with the lesson we needed to keep us going. It's just little ways that God blesses us that really shows He´s aware and is helping us.
I'm a little bit exhausted, and have been somewhat really homesick this week. I don't really miss my family or home that much, so I guess homesick might have been the wrong word. But it was really hard to focus on the work. I'm not sure why.
But let's see. Today really isn't P-day. We´re getting 2 hours to write emails and then we have to work. Our p-day is swtiched to wednesday because it's a holiday here. The scariest thing that happened this week.. We saw a couple people fighting in the street. I have seen fights at school and stuff, but nothing like this. They were just covered in blood and we had to walk right by them. It was probably the first time I was actually scared in the mission. And even scarier when one of the guys tried to run away and ended up running right towards us (and scarier that he made eye contact with me as he was charging us). It's probably nothing as there are elders here who have seen people kill other people, but for capital, I was terrified.
Anyway, this is about all I have to say. Again, sorry that it was boring and I complained, but, that's life.
Love you all!
Love,
Hermana Prestwich
Andres and his little sister Maria :)
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