First off, I
am learning some Imata and Cetchua words with my Spanish. All of the women here
are Tracee`s height and the older women are Ally`s height. We have
transfers on the 3rd of December. I write in my journal every single day. I
haven’t missed a day. I feel very safe as long as we are following the mission
rules and I listen to my senior comp. Drunk people bug us but it’s only to say
hello because they are really drunk. 6 of us eat together. Elder Levi (Peru),
Elder Marin (Colombia), Elder Tirado (Peru), Elder Mori (Peru), me and Elder
Woolf (Arizona). We are going to
play soccer today. I love playing soccer now. The chicken heart scared me when
I saw it. But it was really good you should try one. Me and Elder Woolf live in
a different houde than the other 4. Happy Thanksgiving
I want to
share a poem with all of you
``He´s been there before´´
The alarm
rings at 6:30, I stumble to my feet
I grab my companion’s
bedding, and pull off his sheets
A groan
fills the room, is it already time to arise?
It seems
like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes,
The morning
activities follow, Study, Prayer and such
When its
time to leave the apartment, we feel like we haven’t accomplished much
We have
super day planned, my comp says with a grin
I lowly
utter a faithless breath, Yeah if anyone lets us in
With the
word of God and my faithful Schwin, we ride off in the street
prepared to
face another day of humidity and heat,
Its 9:30 in
the evening, the day is almost through
my companion
and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do
We ride up
to the mailbox hoping to receive a lot
only to hear
my echo reverberate in the Box
We go up to
our apartment, the day is now complete
The only
thing we have to show for our work is a case of blistery feet
Its past
10:30, my companion is fast asleep
Silence
engulfs me all about and I begin to weep
On the midst
of sadness I kneel down to pray
I need to
talk to Father, but I’m not sure what to say
Oh Father, I
begin, what happened to us today?
I thought we’d
teach someone but everyone was away
My hands, my
aching hands-worn, hurt and beat
If our area was
any smaller we’d have knocked every street
Why on
missions are the days so much a like?
The only
difference about today was the flat tire on my bike.
Will you
send some cooler weather, the heat is killing me
I sweat so
bad it gets in my eyes, it’s very hard to see
Why do I
have to wear a helmet, isn’t your protection enough?
People
always laugh at me and call me stupid stuff
Please send
us some investigators; I want to give them what they lack
I want to
give them Books of Mormon; the weight of them hurts my back
And what
about my family, they don’t have much to say
I’m sick of
not hearing from them day after day after day
Oh Father
why am I here, am I just wasting my time
Sometimes I
just want to go home, I’m sorry but that’s on my mind
My companion
Heavenly Father, what have you given me?
The way he
rides his bike, I don’t think he can see
Now you have
it, I can’t go on, I don’t know what to do
That my
Father in Heaven is the prayer I have for you.
My prayer
now finished I stand up then jump into bed
I need my
rest for tomorrow; we have another long day ahead
Sleep starts
to overtake me, I seem to drift away
Then it
seems a vision takes me to another time in another day.
I’m standing
alone on a hill, the view is very nice
Then a man
walks toward me and says, ´´My name is Jesus Christ´´
Tears of joy
well up inside, I fall down to his feet
Arise, he
states, Follow me to the shade, you and I need to speak
My attention
is to my Savior, total and complete
He says, your
mission is similar to what happened to me
I understand
how you feel, I know what you’re going through
In fact it
would be fair to say I have felt the same as you
I even know
how you felt when no one would listen to you
At times I
felt not quite sure what else that I could do
I know you don’t
like to ride a bicycle, for you a car would be sweet
Just
remember that the donkey I rode wasn’t equipped with 21 speeds
I understand
you don’t like sweating, in fact its something you hate
I remember
when I sweat blood from every pore, oh the agony was great!
I see you don’t
like your companion; you’d rather have someone else
I once had a
companion named Judas, who sold my life for wealth
It’s hard to
wear a helmet and have people make fun of you
I remember
when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews
So you feel
burdened down by the weight of your pack
I recall how
heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back
Your hands
hurt from tracking and knocking on doors all day
I guess when
they pounded nails into mine; I ached in a similar way
It’s hard to
not hear from home when your family is not there to see
I lost
communication on the cross and cried, Father why hast thou forsaken me?
We have a lot
in common but there’s a difference between us you see
I endured to
the end and finished my mission, now follow and do like me
He embraces
me with his arms, and his light filled me with his love
With tears
in my eyes I watched as he went back to the Father above
I stood
there with awe and wonder when I heard a beep ring in my head
I listened
and heard the alarm, and realized I was in my bed
My companion
lets out a groan, 6:30 am already. NO WAY!
I sat up and
said, Come on I’ll even carry your scriptures today!
No matter
what we go through, when we feel we can’t take more
Just stop
and think about Jesus Christ, He’s been there before.
I am working hard everyday, but my first two weeks I felt
this way. I cried during my prayers every night. But now I know that I am never
alone even in the darkest of times. I love you guys and hope that you are
working just as hard as me at home. You guys have each other so never have hate
towards your siblings or parents or children. We are all in the same spiritual
race together and if we don’t help one another we can’t be together in Heaven.
I want to be in the Celestial Kingdom with you guys forever. I love you all. In
the name of our Savior Jesus Christ, Amen.