Time Flies

DSC00269DSC00266Hello Everyone,

Can you believe it’s been two months since I left Utah? What an adventure, what a blessing, and what an opportunity to share the gospel with those who don’t have it. I left my journal at home so I’ll probably forget a mountain of things, but that’s probably good after seeing how long my last letter was.

This week has been awesome. We had divisions for the first time with the sister training leaders and I got to go to another area and learn from Sister Tolliver. I learned a lot about how to work with members. I also had a really cool experience with one of the families. Theres three girls that are the kids, and the mom is pregnant with another one, who they just found out doesn’t have a brain. Just looking at her and her family I came to appreciate my mom so much more, and the sacrifices she’s made for me. I love that family so much. It’s amazing to me that I can love them like that after only meeting them once. I think it’s because I can see their potential more clearly because I know how I feel about the gospel and about my family. The division also made me appreciate my area, my apartment and my companion that much more. I really missed this area.

There was another Soccer game this week, but it was at night so the Mission President asked us to be home a little early and not be on the streets. During the game there was no one on the streets, but you could tell when it finished because the streets were flooded. There was some fireworks afterwards that went for at least half an hour, if not more.

I held a butterfly this week! I didn’t even have to catch it, it was just sitting on a tree, and I got it down and it stayed on my finger for a good 20 seconds. It was awesome. Huge and yellow and black.

We had two investigators come to church this week; one is the wife of a recent convert, and lives on the other side of the creek. She stayed for the whole block, but she lives on the other side of the river, and the bishop asked us not to go there anymore, so we’re going to talk to the elders and see if maybe they can visit her, or maybe we can meet her in the church or something.

The other was a guy that actually talked to us on the street. I thought he was just talking to us because we were girls, but he seemed genuinely interested in what was happening in the sacrament meeting, so depending on how it goes the Elders can visit him.

Also we talked to the Bishop about getting a big map of the area. I think it would really help us because we’ll be able to see where everyone lives and organize our schedule for the best so we can spend as much time teaching as possible.

So this week we were proselyting with Evelin, she’s a young single mother with two little girls, and is seriously one of my biggest examples here. She has an amazing light about her, her testimony is so strong, and she is so good at connecting with the youth of our ward. Anyway we were proselyting with her and her kids and stopped by the Bishop’s house, He got some medicine because her youngest had a fever and was asking how much he should give her. Another guy asked “cuantos anos tiene?” which in Spanish means “how old are you?” or “how old is she?”…I thought he was asking me, so I replied “19, and my companion 20″…about thirty seconds later I realized he was asking how old Evelin’s daughter was so he could know how much medicine to give her.

Oh…Entiendo..I understand. ha, but everyone laughed, and that helped me feel not quite so embarrassed.

Anyway, I love you guys, and I’m loving the mission, God has a plan, I’m just working on figuring out what he wants me to do.

God bless,
Hna Robertson


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