this week was a rollercoaster. friday i got sick, with one of those
moments that you just want to curl up in a ball, and never move.
but the thought of curling up in a ball is painful, and it was just
awful. i took some pepto bismol and some tums to help relieve
the pressure in my stomach, but it just got worse and by lunch-
time i was in tears from the pain. i called the enfermera (or the
mission nurse) and she prescribed me some drugs to buy at the
pharmacy. they didn't immediately take away the pain, but they
definitely helped! by saturday afternoon, i was in one piece again,
ready to go to work.
our biggest challenge continues to be bringing six people to
church. this sunday we can blame a nationwide party in
managua for the foundation day of one of their policital parties.
the political party pays for the gas so that the buses can bring
people to managua. starting saturday night, every two hours of
so, a train of buses left for managua to gather, so that sunday
afternoon they could be present when the president spoke. can
i tell you how frustrating it is, and how spiritually devestating it
is to only bring two people to church when another set of
missionaries brought 14?! yeah, it's very humbling. and my
investigators aren't going to know what hit them when the
machete drops this week.
our goals for this week: work with the members.
a favorite person: the sweet enfermera who was calm, when i was
in pain. she sent me a message with the drugs names, because
there was no hope of me writing the names down correctly.
a sweet moment this week... yesterday i was sitting in sacrament
meeting in the middle of four little kids, a recent convert and his
brother, and our two investigators. they are only ten years old,
so it was difficult for them to pay attention, so i handed them
my gospel principles book and for the strength of youth so that
they could look at the pictures. one of our investigators, about
five minutes later, asked me "hermana, que es este?" which is
spanish for "sister, what is this?" which pointing to a picture
of the salt lake temple. i quietly explained that it was a temple,
a sacred place that she could enter when she was baptized.
she sweetly asked me for the book so that she could have the
picture. i told her that it was my book, but if she would like,
i could give her another picture of the same temple for her
own. sweet little girl, wants to be baptized but a mother who
baptized her catholic, doesn't want to let her get baptized
again. prayers?
speaking of prayers... it's something we do about ten bajillion
times a day. and i was reading today in luke, about the last
supper. the Lord turns to simon peter and says,
thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren.::
the lord has prayed for us, that we may be strong. and
have the strength one day, to lift another.
food for thought.
lots of love,
hermana graves
our district!
elder agustin (guatemala, district leader),
elder jungers (california)
hermana day (idaho), hermana quezda (el salvador);
hermana martinez (el salvador) and me;
hermana suret (guatemala), hermana mejia (guatemala)
Here are some pictures of Janelle's apartment
in Granada, Nicaragua
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