Transfer 9 Week 2

Well... This week has been money. Literal money. Like gold bars. 

We worked so hard, and got to the Piso just exhausted, every night. Literally have never fallen asleep so quickly before in my life. To start the week out we went to do cookie runs, and on the way there we found like 3 new investigators. The first time I ever talked to somebody on scaffolding. He wasn't interested. But we found lots of cool gente (people). We gave away some cookies, and saved some souls. 

Then we had district meeting, and it was lit. We talked about finding people and helping the lost sheep come back into the fold and stuff like that. I really felt the spirit. I mean I always feel the spirit, but I talked about the restoration of the gospel, and I learned a lot as I studied it and it was just that much better. My companions brother entered the MTC in Provo. He is going to the California, Redlands mission. So we made a really funny video that I will try to attach about basically how the typical mission morning is. It's pretty good. Also my companion, hermana Storheim hit 6 months so we're going to burn a skirt or something for her. That should be dangerous.

   SO I wanted to tell y'all some MIRACLES that we saw this week. The first one is this:  

So it was the first of the month, so we went to a place called San telmo to fill up our bus card for the month. San telmo is in Las palmas which is about a 45 minute bus ride. So on the way down, I was sitting next to this lady on the phone. I was going to talk to her because I could tell from her accent that she was from Argentina! So I was pumped to talk to her. So I started to pray for her to get off the phone, so that I could talk to her. It didn't work, but all of the sudden I felt impressed to move seats, and to sit by this big black man like 3 rows in front of me. My first thought was, " he already saw me, that's awkward and I don't want him to think that I am flirting with him." But I felt impressed again to move, so then I did and we started talking and it turns out that he was an old investigator of the elders, and had been to church a few times, but wasn't really interested. His name was Alexander. So after we had a nice chat and stuff, the bus stopped and we got off, and filled up our bus cards. Then, like normal we went the wrong way looking for a bus stop and ended up on the wrong side. We walked put into this big beautiful park, and saw some live music. Well, I say live music but it was this wired little band of anime kids playing some funky instruments, so we were mesmerized for a good 5 minutes and then turned around and headed back for the other side. This whole day we had been fasting and praying to find new people to teach, who could be ready to baptize this transfer. So as he were walking back, my companion asked," wait, why are we fasting again?" I told her that we were fasting for new investigators, and as I said that... A man stopped us, and  asked if we spoke English. His name is Carmen. He is from Hungary, and has taken all of the lessons and wanted to get baptized but wasn't able to because he had to go back to his country. So we talked with him, and taught him a bit. He is awesome. 

So I thought it was cool because I don't think that we would have found Carmen, had we not talked with Alexander. Even though Alexander wasn't really interested, I think that the Lord was testing us to see if we would do what he asked, and because we did it, he blessed with someone who is truly, truly prepared for the gospel, and prepared to change his life! Sups cool. 

But this week I was thinking a lot about how the Lord qualify us when he calls us. That means that if the Lord asks us to do something, that he will give us the strength, power, or miracles to achieve it. He wants us to do his will, but we must trust that he will help us do what he requires of us. 

So my grandma sent me this really cool story that I think really shows this fact. It's cool. Read it....   

One morning we thought we would go and gather gooseberries. Father Tanner, as we famialary called the good, patriarchal elder, Nathan Tanner, harnessed a span of horses to a light wagon and, with two sister by the name of Lyman, his little granddaughter and me, started out. When we reached the woods, we told the old gentleman to go to a house in sight and rest himself while we picked the berries. It was not long before the little girl and I strayed some distance from the rest, when suddenly we heard shouts. The little girl thought it was her grandfather and was about to answer, but I restrained her, thinking it might be Indians.We walked forward until in sight of Father Tanner, when we saw he was running his team around. We thought nothing strange at first, but as we approached we saw Indians gathering around the wagon, whooping and yelling as others came and joined them.We got into the wagon to start when four of the Indians took hold of the wagon wheels to stop the wagon, and two others held the horses by the bits, and another came to take me out of the wagon. I then began to be afraid as well as vexed, and asked Tanner to let me get out of the wagon and run for assistance. He said, “No poor child; its too late”. I told him they should not take me alive. His face was as white as a sheet.The Indians had commenced to strip him—had taken his watch and 

handkerchief—and while stripping him, were trying to pull me out of the wagon. I began silently to appeal to my Heavenly Father. While I was praying and struggling, the spirit of the Almighty fell upon me and I rose with great power; and no tongue can tell my feelings. I was happy as I could be. A few moments before I saw worse than death staring me in the face, and now my hand was raised by the power of God and I talked to those Indians intheir own language. They let go the horses and wagon, and all stood in front of me while I talked to them by the power of God. They bowed their heads and 

answered, “Yes”, in a way that made me know what the meant. And the little girl and Father Tanner looked on in speechless amazement. I realized our situation; their calculation was to kill Father Tanner, burn the wagon, and take us women prisoners. This was plainly shown me.When I stopped talking, they shook hands with all three of us and returned all they had taken from Father Tanner, who gave them back the handkerchief and I gave them berries and crackers. By this time, the other two women came up, and we hastened home.

The Lord gave me a portion of the interpretation of what I had said, which was

as follows:

“I suppose you Indian warriors think you are going to kill us? Don’t you know the Great Spirit is watching you and knows everything in your heart? We have come out here to gather some of our Father’s fruit. We have not come to injure you; and if you harm us, or injure one hair of our heads, the Great Spirit shall smite you to the earth, and you shall not have power to breathe another breath. We have been driven from our homes, and so have you; we have come out here to do good, and not to injure you. We are the Lord’s people and so are you; but you must cease your murders and wickedness; the Lord is displeased with it and will not prosper you if you continue in it. You think you own all this land, this timber, this water, all the horses. Why, you do not own one thing on earth, not even the air you breathe—it all belongs to the Great Spirit.”

Super cool... Well I know that we surely can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. Love y'all! Hope that you all have great weeks and all know that I love you tons!