Oh my I love
missionary life. I have the best new companion in the whole world and she
is basically my other half. She completes me. God gave me her for the ups
and downs. We've only been companions since Tuesday but I already
know this will be my favorite transfer from my mission. We were both at BYU-I
together and had a few mutual friends but never actually met. Heavenly
Father saved her for my mission to be my saving grace. I just love her.
Her name is Sister Brooks and she's from Las Vegas. We have been talking
about how we need to tell our Mission President in our weekly emails that we
hate each other so he will keep us together for two transfers. The best
part about this transfer is in just our short time together we have been
able to mend anything and everything that has gone wrong in the last 12
weeks. It's just so perfect. She was actually in the MTC the same time as
Sister Fisi but her first two companions were the only two native Hermanas and
her last companion has been out for about 9 months so her Spanish is
killer. We have been speaking so much of it and I've already been able to
see improvements. Like she's white and blonde with blue eyes but she's
really actually probably Columbian. We haven't known each other long
enough to have her open up about her heritage. If you read about Columbian
refugees from Las Vegas, send me the link.
But for reals, this week has been perfect. We were able to meet with all of our major investigators, as well as a few less actives we've been trying to work with. Also because we are both tiny little white girls who make jokes in Spanish, all these Latinos want to shove our faces with food and it's the greatest blessing ever. Soy Hermana Halverson, soy una gorda, y soy Mormon. We have, however, been riding our bikes like 4-10 miles every day so that definitely makes up for all of our dinners, second dinners, and suppers. And I'd like to share that I finally have the best missionary tan lines ever.
I think the biggest miracle we had this week was on Wednesday. I had this day all planned out from earlier with like 3 backups for each lesson and literally EVERYTHING fell through. We were in this area near our house but it was only 7:00 and we had absolutely nothing to do. It's hard to go contacting during this time because the sun is almost down and it's not a good area to be walking around at night. So I was racking my brain for people in the area and the only person who I knew where they lived was an old former. He actually is Octavio Sr's son, Octavio Jr., and he was taught for 2 years and had multiple baptismal dates and kept talking all about he was just searching for a religion. Well, he hasn't been taught for about a year and a half and literally I knocked on his door at least once a week since I've been here. There were always cars in front of the house and we knew people were home but no one would ever answer the door. So we pulled up in front of the house and said a prayer and I was just begging The Lord for an opportunity to finally talk to this man and to give us courage that we could be bold with him because he's a former. So we walk up the door and we hear the sound of a lawn mower and - knowing the Lord works in mysterious way - we waltzed into his back yard and ended up mowing his lawn for him! Haha, it was the best! But we were able to really talk to him and he says he is still searching for a church and so we got his phone number and set up an appointment with him!
But for reals, this week has been perfect. We were able to meet with all of our major investigators, as well as a few less actives we've been trying to work with. Also because we are both tiny little white girls who make jokes in Spanish, all these Latinos want to shove our faces with food and it's the greatest blessing ever. Soy Hermana Halverson, soy una gorda, y soy Mormon. We have, however, been riding our bikes like 4-10 miles every day so that definitely makes up for all of our dinners, second dinners, and suppers. And I'd like to share that I finally have the best missionary tan lines ever.
I think the biggest miracle we had this week was on Wednesday. I had this day all planned out from earlier with like 3 backups for each lesson and literally EVERYTHING fell through. We were in this area near our house but it was only 7:00 and we had absolutely nothing to do. It's hard to go contacting during this time because the sun is almost down and it's not a good area to be walking around at night. So I was racking my brain for people in the area and the only person who I knew where they lived was an old former. He actually is Octavio Sr's son, Octavio Jr., and he was taught for 2 years and had multiple baptismal dates and kept talking all about he was just searching for a religion. Well, he hasn't been taught for about a year and a half and literally I knocked on his door at least once a week since I've been here. There were always cars in front of the house and we knew people were home but no one would ever answer the door. So we pulled up in front of the house and said a prayer and I was just begging The Lord for an opportunity to finally talk to this man and to give us courage that we could be bold with him because he's a former. So we walk up the door and we hear the sound of a lawn mower and - knowing the Lord works in mysterious way - we waltzed into his back yard and ended up mowing his lawn for him! Haha, it was the best! But we were able to really talk to him and he says he is still searching for a church and so we got his phone number and set up an appointment with him!
Seriously, every day
we saw milagros as incredible as this one. I could share for days all about how
great this week has been! I’m so excited for this transfer and all the success
that Kissimmee is going to see (:
Also, on Friday we had
a women's conference for all the Sisters in our mission. It was so incredibly
helpful. We learned a ton of ways to make super easy and cheap food, as well as
ways to easily do our hair/makeup in the summer, and also how to wash our
clothes? Haha, idk. But it was helpful. The best part was though, there was
this missionary mall with clothes and accessories and toiletries and basically
everything a person needs and all of it was donated by members. So we each were
given a bag and told to fill it with anything. So... Yes. We got a ton of free
stuff. It was the best! The only thing better than stuff, is free stuff. And
the only thing better than free stuff, is the gospel. (:
But I love you all!! I’m
sorry this week’s letter was so long! I'll keep you in my prayers and hope you have
the best week ever (:
Love,
Hermana Halverson (:
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