What a wonderful week! The work here in Jersey City has continued to progress and this terrific trio is contacting every soul within sight and sound. What a wonderful work we have to do!
The week got a bit jumbled up as we had to change all of our meetings and plannings around, due to a "severe snow storm". The bitter cold just got colder; 3 layers of clothes has turned into 4.
|Hermana Carter and me (in the "Bear Suit") bundled up|
Wednesday night, all of our appointments had fallen through and so on our way to our back up plans, we would contact. Hermana Carter was on a split with a member, and so I found this to be a great opportunity to practice contacting with Hermana Vernon. Hermana Vernon doesn't like getting out of her comfort zone and talking to strangers on the street, but as I have learned, there is no such thing as a comfort zone on the mission. I would tell her that I would start contacting someone on the street, and then I would look to her and wouldn't say anything, so it would be her job to continue the conversation. Well, we did this back and forth a few times with a few people on the street until my idea turned back on me. I had spotted a young Dominican lady walking down the street with what I thought was a really neat necklace. I stopped and called out to her to compliment her on it. When she turned back, I noticed that it wasn't what I had thought it was. She was carrying a snake around her neck. Not wanting to be rude, I tried to carry on a conversation about her snake. She told me it was a python. My companion, being fascinated by snakes, asked if she could hold it. With pleasure, she removed it from her neck and placed it in the hands of my companion. Occupied as my companion was, I continued to talk about the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ with her. She didn't seem interested. Instead, she took the snake from my companion's hands, and put it around my neck.
|My new python "necklace"|
haha. Maybe I have learned my lesson from throwing my companion under the bus in contacts ;)
Thursday brought in snow and an attitude of gratitude. The day started off with a frosty turkey bowl tournament with all of the missionaries. We were so bundled up I'm sure we looked like marshmallows running around on the snow. haha. We played 2 hours with all of the missionaries, before splitting off to elders and sisters for the last little while. It was super fun! It was nice to take a break and see some of my other missionary friends and then to put my nose back to the grindstone and work in the Lord's vineyard.
|Hermana Vernon, me and Hermana Carter at the turkey bowl|
|Presidents daughter and me at the mission turkey bowl|
Straight from the turkey bowl we went to a Thanksgiving lunch appointment with our investigator Veronica. We had a very special time talking about all of things that we are grateful for, including her boyfriend (Paco)'s papers going through so that they can finally be married and then she can be baptized. She cried as she expressed her gratitude to her Heavenly Father for her challenges that she has faced during the last 10 years of working towards baptism. Accompanied by her killer mole (a special Mexican dish) and the spirit, we were all fed.
Canceled on by the rest of the appointments we had for the night, we were back to the back up plans (I am so grateful for back up plans) and contacting. It had gotten particularly chilly that night and we had all pretty much frozen to the bone when one of the members called us. Her very inspired husband had asked her to call us and make sure that we had a dinner appointment for that night. Ours had just cancelled, so the invitation sounded wonderful. We arrived at their house and were welcomed by all of their family and a beautiful dinner. It truly was something to be grateful for.
Usually with Thanksgiving dinner comes pumpkin pie. They just go hand in hand. Well, Heavenly Father knows I can't eat pumpkin pie and He might have thought that I was feeling left out so He gave me a different kind of pie, humble pie.
I have been served quite a bit of humble pie this week. Pretty sure I've eaten at least 3 whole pies. ;) They weren't that yummy or fun to eat, but as is well known for Spanish missionaries 'when food is placed before you, you just don't say no'. But......hey, with a little exercise (of faith) and some help from the Lord, I think i'll be able to lose the extra "weight".
Many times I was brought down to my knees in humble prayer, asking Heavenly Father for help. The trials as a missionary, aren't always easy, they never are. Through these experiences, I was reminded of a general conference talk given by Elder Christoferson in April 2013. The following was what came into my mind.
Through these humbling experiences, I have found the good in them, and I am grateful. I am grateful that Heavenly Father trusts me with these challenges. I am grateful that they are helping me grow and change. I am grateful for the help that I have to get through them. Even though these moments seem hard, it is too hard not to see the good in them.
I love being changed.
I love being a missionary.
|Part of my area. Hoboken city at night.|