Saw a girl wearing a sweatshirt with this phrase on it. Hahaha.
Missions are like roller coasters. There are lots of highs and lows.
This week was a low for sister Plm and I. We did about 30-40
hours of "finding". Where we walked around Walmart, target, Jewel
osco, etc-hoping trying to strike up a conversation with someone about
Jesus. But there were a lot of tender mercies even though no one was
interested. Such as a Selena song playing at Walmart while we were
there. And we were able to hand someone a card and set up an
appointment, even though it fell through. And Walmart sells hostess
cupcakes. . .
But we had a stellar lesson with K! He's still progressing towards
baptism for . The spirit was so strong in our lesson! We
taught the plan of salvation. And as we went through, he asked
questions, but at the end of it he finally brought up his biggest
concern: Why does God allow bad things to happen to good people?
When he asked that, the Spirit hit me. It was a concern that I've had
and have thought about throughout my life. And it's interesting
because in our previous lesson he also brought up a concern that I had
also struggled with.
But I testified that Heavenly Father loves all His children, and that
we don't have all the answers or understand all the "why's", but God
does, and that's why He sent His Son. Through Jesus Christ, all wrongs
will be made right.
I'm so excited for K! It's sweet and humbling to see him progress.
Also transfer calls are this week! Can you believe it's already the
end of this transfer? Crazy! We think and are hoping that sister
Plm is going to stay for one more transfer! It'll be her fifth in
this area, her first area, but our fingers are crossed. I love her SO
So every time we go to someone's house for dinner, the conversation
usually goes like this:
"Oh, haha, it's Gallegos"
"That's Spanish I assume right? Where are you from?"
"Oh...well where are your ancestors from?"
"My dad's from Texas. I think his grandma's from Mexico."
"Oh! So do you speak Spanish?"
(In other words, "why are you brown"?)
But dinner last night was quite different. This 11 year old boy comes
up to me, shakes my hand, reads my name tag, and starts speaking
Spanish in the thickest gringo accent: "hola, me llamo -----, hablo
espanol porque estudio espanol en mi escuela."
I try to keep from laughing and simply nod my head and say "que Bueno".
Then he says, "I saw the double L. It's a Spanish name!"
At least he was able to pronounce it properly.
5 times every my name is mispronounced. At least God knows my name.
Also! Met another connection from Oregon! A member in this ward,
Jeffrey Barrus is related to Pam Richards! She's his aunt. We had
dinner at his house the other night.
Anyways... I love being a missionary. This week is going to be great.
I know God is watching over us and will bless us with people to teach.
Yesterday I got up and bore my testimony. I said that serving a
mission is a blessing but it's also difficult. And one of the
difficulties is being away from family and not having that support
nearby. But I'm grateful for that because it's helped me to rely
solely on the Savior. He is the only one I can rely on, and my
relationship with Him has been strengthened. When we feel alone, sad,
or discouraged we can be assured that He cares and that He
understands. He rejoices with us and He loves us. It's taught me that
true and lasting happiness comes from devoting our lives to Him and
striving to become like Him. I know that this is His gospel, and that
it is worth it. He is worth it.