"I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT YOU!" he exclaimed. I started to laugh and he explained that he literally hung up the phone with my old companion, Sister Nail, to answer the door.
We talked for probably 15 minutes. I bore my testimony and invited him to come to church. He politely declined, but said he would pray to know what God wants him to do. I cried. I love that man like my grandpa. (I inserted a photo I took with him a year and a half ago)
Thanksgiving was weird. The morning of, we still didn't have any invitations to dinner, but after the turkey bowl we were invited to a couple members. We ate our hearts out (guys I can pound food like an elder. I don't know where it goes.. probs my thighs) and then we went to meet Julio at the Christmas village. We walked around for a while enjoying the adorable little houses. I LOVE CHRISTMAS.
Random moment that only happens to missionaries:
We pull up to a house that is BLASTING Mexican music. I could barely hear myself think the music was so loud. The whole place is dark, but their neighbor was home. We walked up to him and he told us that they weren't home... yet they were drowning the neighborhood in music. The man was sitting in a lawn chair drinking a beer and watching a cock fight. Yes, like two roosters fighting each other to the death. It probs doesn't sound funny but it was the funniest thing ever. #mylife
I got a letter from "my mom" in the mission, Sister Stevenson. Through out my mission I have heard of things she had done in her mission. Without fail, every time in a zone conference, when Sister Maluenda talked about charity, she would use Sister Stevenson as an example. She gave everything without guile. She served with her whole heart. I have no idea how she did it while she was training me. I had no idea all the emotions going through her heart as she was preparing to leave the mission. I can't express my gratitude for her example and legacy she left here in the TMM. A couple weeks ago I got a birthday card with tips about going home from her. I JUST LOVE HER. I attached the letter because it was too good not to share.
President told us a story illustrated by this video. We need star throwers—throwers with vision and who have a sense of discipleship with the Savior, who feel the need to save where there is still life and hope and value, and not to let that life die on a friendless beach, but to hurl it back to where it belongs.
In a world where materialism, cynicism, and hopelessness exists, we share the message of greatest hope—the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Be a star thrower! Then you may better understand our Lord’s commandment: “Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” David B. Haight
No matter how hard it may seem to make a difference in the world, you can. Whether you open a door for someone in school, take a second to say hello to someone you've never met, or pay for someone's order behind you at the drive through, you CAN and ARE making a difference. The lord is grateful for your desire to serve. You can feel his love by showing yours for others.
See you in like a really short time,
Shoutout to Mackenzie Johnson for leaving on her mission soon. #carrythelegacyofWynstonemissionaries