Hello friends and family!!!
Another week gone by. It seemed a bit longer... in fact, I feel like I’ve been here for like 3 weeks, but it’s coming along. I can’t believe that everyone is starting school!! People here haven’t started so it doesn’t seem real, but actually, here on a mission, the real world really never seems real.
So.. Imbaya. First week. Something I’ve always wanted to be better at is just being real. Accepting the hard, acknowledging the good, and just realizing that life isn’t always roses and butterflies. Well, this week wasn’t all roses and butterflies. To be completely honest, it was hard. Super hard. I never knew quite what it was like to open up a sector, but I’m learning. I’m learning that it is hard. I’m learning that there are some nights where you come home to the house, barely having enough energy to get on your knees and pray and plan to do it all over again. But I’m also learning that the Lord is so involved in his missionary work and I have almost never felt his love stronger. There were lots of days of frustration and discouragement, but it literally were the little miracles that we saw that pulled us through. Although it’s kind of an overwhelming thought to do it all over again this week, I am so grateful because I know that the Lord is pulling me and stretching me and I am sure learning that trusting in Him is the only thing I have.
It started out Tuesday morning in the personal study that I had. I figured that it could be a few interesting days. So I prayed to know what to study... something that would give me strength and the excitement to be more consecrated. As I was flipping through my scriptures, I landed in Alma in chapter 17. Man, there’s nothing better than reading about the all star missionaries in the scriptures. I had read this verse before, but it took on a whole other meaning now being here and serving in Otavalo. verse 11...
It started out Tuesday morning in the personal study that I had. I figured that it could be a few interesting days. So I prayed to know what to study... something that would give me strength and the excitement to be more consecrated. As I was flipping through my scriptures, I landed in Alma in chapter 17. Man, there’s nothing better than reading about the all star missionaries in the scriptures. I had read this verse before, but it took on a whole other meaning now being here and serving in Otavalo. verse 11...
"And the Lord said unto them also; Go forth among the Lamanites, thy brethren, and establish my word; yet ye shall be patient in long suffering and afflictions, that ye may show forth good examples unto them in me, and I will make an instrument of thee in my hands unto the salvation of many souls."
Well, this got to me. And I started thinking. I started thinking about some of the greatest missionaries the history of forever. Ammon, Alma, the sons of Mosiah. I cant imagine the missionary work they faced. They were with the very same people that I’m with. I’m sure they had no area books, no old investigators or a bishop to show them around, and certainly not Preach my Gospel. They opened up sectors as well, with a lot less than I have, but yet, they were promised that they would be the LORD’S HANDS. He was going to guide them, help them and give them success. As we talked about this verse in our companionship, we decided to make it our theme scripture for the change. I may not be at the level of Ammon, but I certainly can try to exercise a part of the faith that he had. So with that, we went to work.
It was a crazy week. Kind of like a slap in the face for both of us that although "all things will work together for our good", not all is fun and definitely not all is easy the whole way through. One of the first things I think we both realized is that Lamanites are sure HARD. They are hard to get to, and their hearts are set on the traditions of their fathers. Each day we would leave our house and start by contacting. We contacted A LOT. Well... we tried at least. Like I said last week, we’re in a ward that only has indigenous so we only teach the Indians. We live in a sector where there are many more Latins, so we feel like were playing Where’s Waldo to find the indigenous :) We have completely lost our fear by now of rejection.. It’s a miracle in the first place to find someone to talk to, and our calling is to talk to them... so that’s what we try to do. Haha - Literally no one wants to hear us. They close the door before answering, they tell us they don’t have a name, that they’re catholics, and not going to change, or better yet, lots of them walk away from us mid sentence, pretending they never heard us in the first place. It’s kind of really discouraging, but honestly it’s just started becoming like a comedy movie. We literally burst up laughing in the middle of the street because people are so against us. It’s more fun to laugh than cry... so that’s what we try to do.
Literally we are just two Americans... living in the middle of the Lamanites who can’t understand much kichwa, just trying to trust in the Lord. Sometimes being so desperate, that we kneel down in the middle of the street to pray and show him that trust. And as we’ve trusted in Him, He has shown us little miracles during the day to remind us that He IS there. We made it a goal to focus on gratitude this change and the small things that make us happy.
...For example. Mom’s brownie in a mug that you sent us. That has been our breakfast for two days, so thank you a bunch! There’s nothing like some good chocolate to pump you up.
-Also, we’ve gotten to know a few of the members through serving them and learning more about the Otavalo culture. We’ve pealed peas and filled bottles with dried corn. Those things were really highlights of my day.
-One day we were walking, no idea where to go, when a little girl showed up, took us by the hand and knocked on a door (apparently it was her cousin) We all sat down, she told us the we should teach her, and then ran off. I don’t know where she went, but she helped us get a new investigator that we hope we can return to.
-On Saturday it was another one of those days where we just were a little lost. We prayed for guidance and then kept contacting. It wasn’t that we received any huge spiritual impression, but I was drawn to this orange house, so we knocked. The lady who opened seemed to be pretty bugged, but she was indigenous :) :) so we tried to strike up conversation and got to know her little daughter. She finally let us through the front door. We sat down, presented ourselves, and then she started opening up and spent the next 15 minutes telling us about the hard life she’s had, the time she almost tried to take her life, tears running down her face and telling us that as soon as she saw us, a peace and love came over her. I don’t know her and know that I can’t imagine how she feels, but I do know how to testify of Christ and that HE does. That lesson was really special. We’re so excited to go back this week and share more to help her find happiness again. I know the Lord was guiding us.
-My studies. Man, my studies have been such a strength to me. I have studied a ton about the atonement lately and have grown to love the sacrifice of Christ. THAT is why I can do this. It’s not my strength... because I would have been out of here looong ago, but i’ts knowing that the Lord has done this before me. And knowing that, gives me enough to get up each morning with a smile on my face.
I wish you the very best this next week!! Love you all!!



