|My Honduran dress! |
I made it all by myself. Mom and Madison should be very proud of me.
|I am a Disney Princess|
|Roberto came to the activity!|
I know I've probably said this before, but missions are the best. Really. They're hard. They stretch you to your limits. They make you cry. They make you want to go home and sleep in your own bed and eat 15 bags of microwave popcorn while watching Disney Channel on Netflix, but they're worth it. They're worth it because for every 100 people who slam the door in your face, there's one person who will listen. They're worth it because for every appointment that falls through, God will lead you to one person who is waiting and praying for guidance. They're worth it because for every tear that you shed, God will give you a miracle in return.
And God gave me a miracle this week.
And that miracle is named Roberto.
Hermana Tito and I met Roberto on . It was a Monday. He's the funniest abuelo that I've ever met. We talked for a while, getting to know him, shared a short scripture with him, and invited him to church that Sunday. And he actually came! We tried going back multiple times during the next week to teach him again, but he was never home. Hermana Tito and I were a bit sad that we weren't able to find him, but to our surprise, he came to church again the next week! All by himself! We set up an appointment to return that Tuesday, and from then on out, things went flying. And by flying, I mean that our favorite grandpa, Roberto, got baptized this Saturday.
We went to a stake activity this past Friday night. It was a Honduran culture night! So there was a bunch of food, games, and activities from all the different parts of Honduras. A member in my ward here helped my sew a typical Honduran dress, and Hermana Tito and I went to the activity 100% Catratchas. Everyone was obsessed with us and was taking pictures and so now I think I know what it feels like to be a princess in Disney World. But it was super fun. I LOVE YOU, HONDURAS.
And it's transfer week. Again! I'm finishing up my 7th transfer. Only 5 more to go! But anyway, I've been having this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach all this week which makes me feel like I'm going to be leaving Ceiba and going to a different area. I'm really sad. I hope I don't leave. I love the people here so much. :( But we should know within the next couple hours. But it's crazy how fast time is flying by, I almost can't believe it.
Here in Honduras there is a dead cat outside my apartment, it is really, really hot, and the hand dryer in the bathroom at church was made in Livonia, Michigan. I don't think I've ever been so excited like ever. LIKE MICHIGAN. LIKE THAT'S MY HOUSE. LIKE FARMINGTON ROAD. LIKE NORTHVILLE. HOME. Hermana Tito didn't really understand me, but all my fellow Michiganders can fangirl with me, right? Right.
K. I love you guys. Talk to you next week.