Dearest Family,
Feliz 5 de mayo!! I
celebrated by stilling some Mexican candy from Elder Garcia yesterday during
leadership meeting!! Love spicy candy!! And I got my hands on some legit
Mexican spices for tacos. Hay carramba!!
Oh, what time is Ryan
calling yáll for mothers day? Don´t want to crash the party, I will call on
Saturday for cinco minutos and we can figure that all out then. All I ask is
answer the phone... (not like the airport Mom, just kidding! I love your guts!)
This week was weird. We
had consejo and we ended up spending about 2.5 days in Mendoza. I got really
good at medical translating though. Right when I was filling confident with my
Spanish they through me another whole line of vocabulary. And before you get
the idea that I am dying of some exotic parasite you should know that 1. this
is Argentina and their is hardly anything exotic. 2. That would be my companion
whose suffering from parasites 3. Really the nurse has been in the U.S. for the
last couple of weeks so I ended up translating everything to help her catch up.
Next day was President Avila last zone conference so we only really worked 3
days this week.
I have this really
complex thought process that I will try to write down. During Zone conference an
Elder I had worked with at the beginning of my mission got up to give his last
testimony. When I had worked with him he was not exactly obedient and it was
sad for me to see him waste so much of his mission. But as he stood to speak I
was amazed by how much he had changed in the last 4 or 5 transfers. The spirit
testified powerfully, and taught with his heart. At that moment I realized that
he would be returning a hero. He had served a full mission, and from what I
could see, he would leave reconciled by the grace of our Savior and, thus,
would leave perfect.
This week ´´give us this
day our daily bread´´ really caught my attention and as I was thinking about
this and in relation to the manna that the children of Israel gathered daily I
couldn´t help but think of this Elder, and who we are really comes on a daily
basis. It goes both ways. It doesn´t matter how disobedient you were yesterday
you can repent and receive your daily bread for that day. And it doesn´t matter
how hard I work I cannot save my bread for tomorrow. With the sound of the
alarm I must wake and give my all, yet again. It was slightly disheartening at
the moment I came to that realization. That the work never stops. That there is
never a break. That even when I am released I still need to stand in the face
of opposition and I know that if I keep doing what I am doing I will never
receive a break. So why do we jump out of bed when the alarm rings? Why to we
continue to serve when we are rejected? Why to we continue to cry with those
that mourn knowing that they probably will choose to cry even if there are
reasons to laugh? Why do you continue to love your children even though they
never listen to what you say? Because we show our love to God by being
obedient. Because the faith to build must be followed by the diligence to
maintain. Because we know that in order to live (spiritually) we must collect
our daily manna. And in order to live joyfully now and for forever we must be
spiritually alive.
The gospel is true. I
testify of that. And because it is true, life is wonderful.
Love,
Hermana Hill
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