5/19/14 Week 10

Quick update on the work:   It's going well. We have 12 investigators and hopefully 3 more after this week!  Too many appointments to count.  jk... there's never too many!   The M.. family didn't come to church on Sunday, but the mom and the daughter at least are ready to be baptized.  It's just hard to make our investigators realize how important LIVING righteously is!  They say they love God and have faith, but we are having a hard time helping them realize that faith without works is dead.  Our other baptism is scheduled for the 28th of June.  Cross your fingers for her, the Jehovah's Witness have started attacking her and she is super confused about who to believe right now.

One of the awesome people we are teaching

And on the lighter, non-spiritual side:  It really stinks that they don't have a word for "awkward" in Spanish, because I feel like I can't express my feelings without it....ya sometimes I'm just really AWKWARD.  Here is a perfect example from this past week:

Saturday night this lady in our ward was having her wedding reception at the church, and since she invited us and we thought we might  have some potential investigators there we decided to go.  I was looking forward to it all day, because weddings are so fun.  We made our first mistake by showing up at 6:30 when they said it was going to start...we forgot to apply Latino time.  So we were the first ones there. Awkward.  

Then after a while of just standing around making small talk with the members, dinner is about to start so we go in.  But, as if picking a seat in a party isn't already stressful enough, imagine being a missionary!  Way too many things play into that decision.  Not only do we want to pick a seat next to someone who we want to talk to, but we need to find someone who is maybe a nonmember, maybe needs a friend, or looks less active AND somehow muster the telepathy and hope they live in our area otherwise the dinner is  basically pointless.  So after standing in the corner and surveying our options for way awkwardly too long, we decide to go to the bathroom and hope more options show up.  They don't. So we sit with the less active family we've sat with at the past 2 ward parties.   Then no one talks.  Awkward.  Then I decide to get a drink, and it gets stuck and overflows and spills. Awkward.
 

Then it's finally time to get my food and I accidentally get too much sauce and it overflows my plate.  I try to dump some of the sauce back into the dish, and people see. Awkward.  I go eat my food and the sauce that overtook my whole meal is SUPER spicy so I have a mini seizure. Awkward.  Of course it spilled on my dress, which was inevitable, but still awkward. Then to cool my mouth off I rush to the chocolate fountain and plow over someone's kid. Awkward.  Then I drop my chocolate fountain stick down my poor dress while trying to organize an exchange with a member.  Then finally we leave without saying good bye to anyone, which felt quite awkward, and I'm pretty sure I smelled like onions the whole time.  Awkward.

The end.

Love you all!:)  My life really isn't as pathetic as i just made it sound...most of the time;)
 
Hermana Bonny