Monday, April 27, 2015

Winter is Coming!!

So I will try to write this letter without crying.
Mario, our fecha, fell. He didn´t come to church and he hasn´t been reading and doesn´t really want to listen to us as missionaries anymore. We are still good friends with him and his mom who sits in on the lesson, but we are thinking that is all it might be now... This is the life of the mission. It was so sad, because his mom told us he felt a difference in his life when he went to church, and he was so excited about learning more, and then he missed ONE Sunday at church, and it all went downhill. It has strengthened my testimony in attending church because even if we miss just one tiny Sunday at church, it can make the biggest difference in our lives and we put ourselves in jeopardy of damnation, which is to say we will stop progressing. It kills me to think about the situation now with Mario because it has come to a stand still, like a limbo. We still visit him and his family, but they hardly ever let us teach and we almost feel like we are wasting time now. It is hard because as a missionary, you question everything about what you are doing, if you have the Spirit, if you are being obedient, if it is a failure on your part, all that stuff. And while yes, we are not perfect at all, sometimes it is just the person´s albedrio, or agency and we have to respect that. We give him compromisos, and he needs to decide to keep them or not. Our next idea for him is just reading the BoM with him and helping him to have spiritual experiences with us so that he will want to have them when we aren´t around. Thank you for praying for him Derek, I know every prayer Mario can get will help.

On the bright side, IT IS RAINING!!! I LOVE rain and though things don´t look too hot for us right now, I somehow have a hope and faith for the future and look forward to the cold. 

So yesterday, something super funny happened. Right after sacrament, el primer consejero wanted to talk to us for a little bit. I started to feel a little sick as he was talking to us, but I didn´t think too much of it. Suddenly, while he was talking, my body just let a little fart out, WITHOUT my permission!! Hna. Darrington was next to me and looked over with shock all over her face and a little tiny smile like she was going to laugh. I suddenly felt really sick and knew that something was going to explode out of my body one way or the other. Hna. Cook asked if I needed a trash can and all I could do was nod. She ran, I breathed, and just as she came back, I threw up everything I had ever eaten in the past week in that trash can!! Oh it was horrible! Long story short I had to go home and stay there for the whole day..... Nurse´s orders... The bright side of that is that I read tons in the book of mormon and now I am in 3 Nefi 13, reading the words of my favorite person ever! Jesus Christ is my Favorite! I love when He talks about how we should pray to Heavenly Father, and when he says if someone hits us, we should turn the other cheek! It is amazing! I don´t ever want Him to leave now! (I loose myself in the scriptures sometimes and think I am actually there listening to Him.) Anyway, the scriptures are amazing.

Advice for the week: Go to church Every Sunday, read the scriptures Every day, pray Every day. That is all ;) 

Love ya!

Hna. McCubbins

This is what my agenda looked like at 6 months ;)
That day, we just happened to find a graffiti that celebrated 6 months ;)

One of our new investigator´s sons made us little playdough figures and this is what he did for me. It is a house and a husband for me.... because he thinks I need to get married.... he also made a little button for me to push so I can become small... This kid is SUPER creative!! He also made a little button for my playdough husband to get big in case we wanted to do that... ;) Ahaha!

Hna. Rajapakse HATES pictures ;)

We had divisions in our house, and Hna. Bishop came to stay with us! It was super fun. We only have 6 Hermanas in our zone, so we are all super close and really good friends.

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