We started out the week really well, working like crazies. Wednesday we had divisions with the other sisters in the ward. One has been sick for about a week, so I went with her companion to work in her area for a few hours to alleviate the cabin fever a little bit.
I am doing fine. This week was really hard, mostly because I just felt like crap. It is one of those things that I felt crappy enough to justify staying in, but I wasn't dead either. SO, we went out and worked. and we kind of saw the fruits, but the entire mission is struggling with baptisms, and we are just under a lot of pressure to get baptisms going again. I am still trying to figure out the right way to do it, and it changes with ever person we talk to. Dangit.
Thursday, we both woke up with fevers, and we had to go in to Asunciòn to Migrations so that my companion didn't get deported;) We got back in time to go to lunch with the cow tongue lady, and we realized that the meat she gave us was a little old...my companion threw up when we got home to study, and we still are having problems with nausea. I am seeing a pattern here..??? I guess we just have to pray harder the next time we go:)
Friday...nothing too crazy, we are working a lot more with the members, that was one of our goals. I read something today from a speech from President Utchdorf when he spoke at the University of Southern California, and he said that lots of times, people are our enemies when we don't completely understand them. I was like...oops. My attitude hasn't been all that great with these members, and I would always justify it with the appointments that always seem to fall through, or the fact that Ward Council is like WWIII. But, that isn't okay. Charity is so important, and I have a LOOONNNG way to go. In Moroni 7:48, it says that all those who are true disciples of Christ must have charity...que pucha.
One miracle that happened this week is that we found Paula again! For those who don't know, we contacted her daughter, Liz, in March and had a couple of wonderful lessons with her and her mom, Paula. Paula set her own baptismal date, and we were so happy....and then we couldn't find her again, and a couple of other things happened that kind of gave us the vibes of rejection...but last week we passed by her house and the door was open, so we were like...okay, one more time. So we clapped, she let us in, and on Saturday we set a new date, and she is beginning to read the Book of Mormon, and I am hoping that everything is as it seems and that she has real desires to turn her life around.
Now, to describe the subject line, a member gave us a reference for a lady named Blanca, which was awesome, apart from the fact that she neglected to tell us that Blanca lives with a very large, very drunk black Portuguese man. So...we went to contact the reference, and the guy motioned us to come in...with my last companion we had always tried to avoid him because he was always drunk or on drugs. Anyway, we walked into his yard, and he began to speak to us in Portuguese...we were like...HUH? ?¿Voces fala portugès? (do you speak portugese?? in Portuguese) Anyway, he led us to Blanca, and it made me sad. She is like 50 years old, and is a drunk. I think she had a stroke or something, because she had some physical defects. This guy takes care of her, and makes sure that she is okay. We weren't really sure what to do, and the guy was still speaking in Portuguese, so we asked if we could say a prayer. We said the prayer and we all stood up, and all of the sudden, the guy told me to take off my backpack. I was like...wwwhhhaaattt? He asked me again, and then put his arm around my shoulders and told me that he had been a soccer coach in Brazil and wanted to give me a massage. Yeah um. no. Red light. My companion took hers off and was going to hit him with it, but thankfully it didn't get to that point:) So...just picture that in your head.
We also had stake conference, but since it rained really hard there weren't a lot of people there. There was literally three or four feet of water in some places in our area, so our bishop didn't even end up going, because his house was completely flooded.
Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well, I love you all, and have a good week!
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