Good week, tough at some points, and great at others. A friend of ours cooked us some empanadas, and they were really good
but it’s pretty cool that diseases don’t exist in South America, because man putting boxes of raw chicken in the fridges is just a hassle. The ground is so much more convenient
I’ve got an experience that I want to share tho, I don’t send much back so if you’ll read this one I would appreciate it
It was a scorching hot Sunday afternoon, and me and E. Camacho were dead beat after the morning. We left early in the morning to pick up all of our friends for church at 9. Our bikes are broken, so it’s a ways to get to our sector. Church was great, but it’s very frustrating when the ward ignores our friends who are going to be baptized next week, and instead decides to pester you about their tupperware that you returned a month ago.
More frustrating things happened, but I don’t really want to get into the details of everything.
We end up finding ourselves in front of the house of a member, attempting to retrieve a jenga set for a lesson. They weren’t answering their door, and after knocking about 4 times I wanted to leave. But I had the impression to knock once more. And so I did. … Nothing. Knock again. … Nothing. Knock again. … Nothing. Knock again. And at this point I’m just feeling really stupid and like I’m bothering the neighbors.
But then they came and opened the door, and they gave us some ice cream. This was the inflection point of the day, and everything after this just went well. Which really doesn’t seem like a big thing but it was something that I needed, and something that God knew I needed. Just like with Peter, He asked those three times, and for me as well, He asked if I would follow Him three times as well. Trials are for growth, if you are uncomfortable, that means you are growing.