- Helping Sister Peterson start her photography business. YESS. I forgot how much I missed my job. Get ready for summer 2016, people.
- Helping one of my favorite members, Lizbeth Fernandez with her ancient aztec dancing. This woman is crazy amazing. She kick boxes, does yoga, swims like a boss, and dances. Her kid's classes asked her to come in and teach a little about Aztec history. She went all out. The funny thing is that we walked into the classroom and the substitute teacher was one of our investigators that we haven't been able to get a hold of! #miracle
- Decorating for Christmas at a member's house and singing canciones de la Navidad en espanol. (If you want to make a missionary happy, invite them to decorate for Christmas.)
- Going to dinner at the Cottos to watch the Christmas devotional. Before the devotional David Archuleta sang, we had BYU-tv on, muted, and then had Nat King Cole playing on the record player. David Archuleta<<<Nat King Cole.
So... I am not going to lie. This week was probably the hardest week I have had on my mission. You know when you just get in that kinda funk where everything in the world seems to be against you? Yeah, me this week. One morning this week I woke up after studies staring at the ceiling fan. I was super confused. Hermana Cano said I was praying and the next thing I passed out. I guess it was just building up from all the pressure and things on my mind.
Being on a mission brings out all ones faults and weaknesses. There are so many things we have to change to rid the natural man from the desires of our hearts. I sat down and wrote all things I could be better at, and then realized how much my Savior had to suffer for all my weaknesses and it just broke my heart.
A couple of days ago we were talking about all the things missionaries are asked to do. We leave our families, school, friends, work, and go to a foreign place, learn a new language, a new culture, and try our very hardest to serve the people the way that the Savior would if he were there. People scoff, and make fun of us. They tell us to go away, and that we are wasting our time.
We were talking to someone about our responsibilities as missionaries and they asked, "Do you ever think God asks too much of you?"
I was caught off guard, but then I thought of the Prophet Joseph Smith who was asked the same question. His response? "I don't let myself."
If we were to think about it, it would harm our faith. We can't question the Lord's plan for us. He gives us what we can handle, but only with his divine assistance.
We are given trials for a reason. God knows the answer, and we hate to humble ourselves enough to ask for help. When I get down on myself and ask why must we go through things like this I think of my Savior. Not once did he turn away from his father's path. It was not easy, but he fulfilled his purpose completely.
I want so badly to help the people here and show them that materialistic things bring temporal happiness, and the gospel brings eternal joy. It is so sad to hear people say "I don't have time." or "I am too busy for Jesus." (Yes we got that.) Everyone is running here and there trying to prepare for the holiday that is coming so quickly. When in reality, if they would take a few minutes to recognize the purpose of Christmas, the stress would be lifted and filled with the gospel of Christ.
You guys, missions are so hard. But I am weird and love trials because I love looking back and seeing all the things I learned and how I became better because of it. So I will be alright, no worries. The Lord is in control.
Don't miss me too much.
Love you basante,