Hola a todos! Como estan!
Number one mama I forgot my patriarchal blessing. Not sure what to
do about that or how I forgot it but I did! So yeah. :) Anyway this week
has been so crazy full of everything! I have been called to be the
Sisters coordinator, so basically if any of the
sisters need anything or have anything they don´t feel they can talk to
their companion about...they can talk to me. (please forgive the bad
writing, the keys are all set up for spanish letters..so no grammatical
lessons needed!(: I feel blessed to have that
calling and to be able to take on the task of getting to know so many
wonderful women! We just received 17 new sisters from the US last night
at 11pm. I have yet to talk to them all but they seem so wonderful and
excited to be here! Yesterday at 5pm we received
3 Haitian sisters and 10 Haitian Elders. They all speak creole and
french. So this is where I am so grateful that my companion knows
french! haha we balance each other out in so many ways!
Now...let me make this next part very clear. I wet the bed. I am
not sure if I can make it any more clear than that. I drank so much
water before bed and had a dream that I was going to the
bathroom....woke up after my dream became scary and thought it
was odd that I was sweating but my feet were cold. Yeah...I SOAKED the
bed. Brand new mattress too. Needless to say, everyone in the MTC knows
and we all have good laughs about it! haha So moving on from that...The
cook, Alex, is trying to make our food more
American since all of the Americans cant seem to gain a love for sucking
bone marrow out of bones in our soup! haha I am normally a very picky
eater, but i have tried plantain, bone marrow, huge mangos, huge avocados (for you mom), and a ton of other things
that I really could not tell you what was in it. I am slowly liking it,
but now they are trying to make it better. The avg weight gain at Provo
MTC is 35lbs and here is 15lbs. I have stayed at the same weight the
whole time, thank goodness. I have tried to
work out hard for 30 minutes each day and then play basketball or volley
ball for the last 30 minutes. It seems to be doing good.
Some of you will be getting letters soon because our friend Reed
and his parents are going up to Salt Lake this Friday. Reed has Down
Syndrome and is amazing! He is very intelligent! More on the mild side
of DS. He figure skates on his roller blades, plays
bball and vball really well. Can have a very normal conversation with
anyone. So he has offered to take everyone's letters back to Salt Lake to
send them there so they don't take so long! He is a wonderful example
to us.
So on Monday it was our shopping day. Our first time out of the
walls of the MTC and Temple grounds. We cant see too much outside of
here because there are just tall buildings. We are gated in here and in
our own little world. The sisters and Elders loaded
into two vans and we drove to the store. At the store we met a man named
Manuel Angelino from Italy. He spoke English, Spanish, and Italian. He
was commenting on how this was the week for us to fast with bread and
water like Christ did and the Elders had carts
FULL of junk food. haha he was only half joking. My companion scared me
when she said Well I am not Jesus I cant live off of bread and water. I couldn't tell if she was being contentious or funny. I quickly jumped in
and explained our beliefs briefly and who
we are. That turned into a thirty minute conversation in the store. He
now wants to know more about the church and was very interested when I
told him about the Book of Mormon. He thought it was our bible and I
explained that it goes hand in hand with the bible
and it is a history of the Americas and Christ coming to them. He gave
us his information and we gave him the church websites. I hope he finds
the joy in the Gospel.
It was a whole new world to see outside. People walking in between
the lanes selling things, kids wearing rags and playing, garbage filled
the streets. And this is the better part of the DR. An old man (late
70s or early 80s) came up to our van window
holding three huge avocados and asked if we would buy one for 50 pesos.
Hna Stevens was getting her money out when the traffic started to move.
The man tried to run and catch up to us but the van was too fast. Hna
Laureano (our young sassy teacher) had the
driver stop. This old man ran all the way through two intersections to
our van so we could buy one avocado. He was so happy. I couldn't stop
seeing his face in my head. When we got into the apartment I laid on the
floor and cried and cried. First time crying here.
Hna Laureano came and laid by me and talked to me about it. She told me
that many of the people become so happy because that means they can take
some food home to their family or they can keep their home a little
longer. I told her I felt bad that I had only
a message for them. And all I could do was tell them that this message
will be enough and it will fill their hearts with so much joy. I learned
that, that is all I can do for now. I must help these people receive
their Savior and His Gospel, make it to the
temple, and have eternal life.
I am so blessed to be here. I am so excited for this opportunity. I
love my Savior and the strength he has given me to be here. I have felt
the Spirit touch my heart while being here. I have come to know many
things by the revelations I have been able
to receive. I am grateful for a companion who loves me selflessly and
who helps me learn and grow each day that I feel I cannot teach right or
say the right things.
My scripture for you all to read is 1Nephi chapter 1. The Gospel of
Jesus Christ is all in that Chapter. That one Chapter speaks of God
speaking to his prophets, personal revelation, our Savior, prayer,
faith, and so much more. Read it again and feel the
Spirit speak to you. Work on the things that you may be lacking in.
Little by little. I keep forgetting to bring my scriptures and notebook
to the Computer lab to send you my other scriptures and thoughts. Next
week will be better!
I love you all so so so much! Thank you for being so wonderful and helping me be here!
Love,
Hermana Davila
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