Okay. Not everyone. This week for the first time in my mission I had someone yell at me to get off their property. We had visited the house before, this grandma, and she told us to come back so we went back to visit her and her daughter was home, and we got to the door at the same time as her friend I guess, and so I don´t know if she was trying to be cool in front of him or if she was just being plain rude, but she starts cussing me out when I ask her if her mom is there, telling me that she wants nothing to do with the Mormons and all this bad stuff about me and the Mormons and what not, and let me tell you, I was furious. And then at the end I got a little sassy and said, You don´t have to be so rude. And she said there are a lot people worse than me out there little girl, now get out of here (but in nastier terms) so I took her hand and shook it and said, Okay. Im out of here. Nice to meet you. And walked away. And all I could here in my head was the scripture in Matthew that says shake the dust off your feet and the voice of Elder Holland telling me Welcome to the Club, my friend. You have now experienced part of your incredibly small portion of Gethsemane.
But on the upside, my companion makes life fun. She almost biffed in the calle the other day so we had a good laugh. Her accent is cool since she is from Honduras. We get along really well, and we have a lot in common. It will be a fun, interesting transfer.
Sometimes I worry about not doing perfect, but the beauty of it is I know that the Lord loves me and wants what´s best for me and is helping me get there, little by little. He is helping me. His plan is perfect. I am studying Jesus the Christ and I am more grateful for my Savior every day. I get to know Him more and more through the scriptures and I am just so proud to be His representative here, with all the good and the bad.
Also... I am going to have 10 months this Saturday. I don´t know if you realized that.
How quick time goes by.
My new companion is super fun!
My dear Hno Cruz. He was baptized less than a year ago, and has a stronger testimony than almost every person I have met here. He is 63 years old. He has been through a lot in his life, and he has almost a PERFECT memory. I met him once, 8 months ago when I was going to Guaymus for my visa, and he remembered me! He even remembered what I told him! He is a pretty swell guy. We helped him cut his hair this morning, so that was fun. It actually didn't turn out half bad!