I woke up this morning completely shocked that I have been in this same building for a whole month now. While it is slightly intimidating to have 17 more- I cant believe how quickly the last month has gone by. I am sure the rest of it will go just as quick and I will be home in no time;)
Not much happened this week- Everyday here is pretty much the same. We wake up at 6:30 every morning and study the gospel and Spanish until we go to bed at 10:30. It can be mundane but overall I love it. There is always something new to learn, so I continue to be thankful for the opportunity to spend 18 months studying the gospel of Jesus Christ.
A story from last week, that I was too embarrassed and confused to share: When we were handing out Book of Mormons in the city, I had the privilege of meeting a man by the name of Juan. Estimated age is about 64. He passionately explained to me that I was a "dirty liar" and that I didn't understand the truth. I kindly wished him well and made my way to the other side of the plaza. Afterwards, Juan had the largest and quickest change of heart in the history of mankind. He proceeded to follow me around the plaza, telling me that I was the love of his life, and that "his heart was full of the face and thoughts of Hermana Houston." Of course this was all in Spanish, and of course I was mortified. I tried to explain that I appreciated his kind words but that I wasn't available for courtship. He was persistent though and brought me 6 different types of flowers. Each time explaining something new that he loved about me. Eventually we left the plaza, and I was confident that I would never see Juan again. Two days ago I received word that a man by the name of Juan was at the gate earlier that morning with flowers for Hermana Houston. I don't know why strange things happen to good people, but maybe Juan will receive the good news of the gospel because of this. Maybe.
Yesterday I was teaching my fake investigator Marcos with my companion. After teaching the plan of salvation Marcos expressed that he felt his sins were too big to be forgiven, that he wasn't worthy of the love of God. I began to bear my testimony in my mediocre Spanish, when suddenly the room and my entire body was filled with the spirit. Perfect Spanish flowed from my mouth as I testified of my Savior and Redeemer, and the never ending love that our Heavenly Father has for each of us. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life, and I know that the things that I testified of were true. I love this gospel, I love this work, and I know that our Heavenly Father does love each of us- far more than we could ever imagine.
Thank you all for your emails, I am so sorry that I don't have time to respond to all of them, but I hope you know how much I love all of you.