Transfer 10 Week 1
Hermana Phillips
Gran Canaria

Well... 

This is the first week of the transfer. My new companions is awesome, and is named Hermana Phillips. 

We have had a fun, and really busy week. We taught a lot is Africans from Ghana, Sierra Leon, and Ecuadorial new guinea. So that's cool. 

We taught 2 guys who were super super kinds and really open to the gospel. One is named George, and the other, Mustaphe. It's kind of like mufasa... only diffrent. He has never seen lion king. 

We invited him and our friend Kalman to be baptized on October 7th! It was super good to meet with them and help them learn about the gospel. 

I am really strapped for time, and kind of unmotivated to write more, but I will send you this cool thing that I read from the book, search for happiness. 

My grandfather Ballard's account of one of his most sacred experiences among the natives of nortwestern United states. While serving as a missionary, he lived in the Northwest of the United States, a time of incredible strife, when there were unprecedented difficulties there and apparently insuperable against the Church. My grandfather spent innumerable hours on his knees for guidance and inspiration. At that moment, when everything seemed to be gloomy and desperate, it received, according to its prupous words, a marvelous manifestation and feeling that one has never left me. I felt a voice that told me that I had to have a great privilege, "he wrote in his diary," Se me a room where I was going to meet someone. "When I entered that place, I could see, seated on a raised platform, to be more glorious than ever I could imagine and I had to approach him to introduce me.In doing so, I noticed that he smiled at me, I heard him pronounce my name and I saw that it extended to my hands.If I lived a million years, I could never forget His smile, He took me in His arms and kissed me as He approached His breast, and He blessed me until I felt a great emotion in my whole being.When he concluded his blessing, His feet fell and then I could see in them the mark of the nails and when I kissed them, with immense rejoicing flooding my soul, I felt as if I were really in heaven. I felt with emotion: ioh, if I could live with dignity, even if it took me eighty years, so that in the end , when it's all over, you'll be able to His presence and receiving that feeling that I had at that moment in His presence, would give all that I am and what could never be! My grandfather concluded his story by saying: "I know, as I myself live, that he lives. And this is my testimony. 

El relato de mi abuelo Ballard en cuanto a una de sus más sagradas experiencias entre los Mientras prestaba servicio como misionero vivió indígenas en el noroeste de Estados Unidos, miabuelo una época de increíbles contiendas, cuando allí se manifes- taron dificultades sin precedentes y aparentemente insu- perables en contra de la Iglesia. Mi abuelo pasó innume- rables horas de rodillas en procura de orientación e inspiración. En aquellos momentos, cuando todo parecia ser sombrío y desesperante, recibió, conforme a sus prupias pa- labras, maravillosa manifestación y sensación que una nunca se ha apartado de mí. Sentí una voz que me dijo que había de tener un gran privilegio," escribió en su diario Se me un cuarto en el que iba a conocer a alguien. Al entrar en aquel lugar, yo pude ver, sentado en una plataforma ele- vada, al ser más glorioso que jamás pude imaginar y tuve que acercarme a El para que me presentaran. Al hacerlo, noté que me sonreía, le oí pronunciar mi nombre y vi que extendía hacia mísus manos. Aunque viviese un millón de años, nunca podría olvidar Su sonrisa. Me tomó en sus brazos y me besó al acercarme a Su pecho, y me bendijo hasta sentir yo una gran emoción en todo mi ser. Cuando concluyó su bendición, caía Sus pies y entonces pude ver en ellos la marca de los clavos; y al besárselos, con un regocijo inmenso inundándome el alma, sentí como que me encontraba realmente en el cielo. Con emoción sentí en mi corazón: ioh, si yo pudiera vivir dignamente, aunque me llevara ochenta años, a fin de que al final, cuando todo haya terminado, lograra estar en Su presencia y recibir ese sentimiento que en ese momento tuve en Su presencia, daría todo lo que soy y lo que jamás podría llegar a ser!" Mi abuelo conclu su relato diciendo: "sé, como que yo mismo vivo, que El vive. Y ello es mi testimonio