Well, this week is over and the next is on its way!
And this week consisted of me blowing my nose and sleeping a lot. Yes, I am sick. This entire week was horrible. I wanted to work so badly, but . . . everytime we did I got tired so often that it was kind of pointless to work. I had a fever for two and a half days, I am almost always tired and I am blowing snot everywhere. Its really gross. We did our best to have fun though. Elder Castro and I talked a bunch. We read a bunch and listened to a lot of music. I slept more than I thought I could.
I really dont know why I am so sick though. I mean, I should be fine by now, but I am still sick! I dont feel good still. I have been taking medication though, so do not fret.
There really isnt anything else I can talk about. So, I will share my testimony.
I know Christ lives. He loves us. He wants the best for us. Sometimes the trials in our life seem like a curse, but in reality they are chances to learn. To grow. I have learned so much here on the mission. I know when we serve, we are blessed. I have seen so many miracles being here, small but many. This Church, the Church of Jesus Christ of latter day Saints is the church of Jesus Christ. He is the Head, the corner stone, the master. He can and will help us, if we let him.
The Book of Mormon is the word of God. It is the only book on this planet that is complete. Without it, we would have nothing. I know that if we need help, the Book of Mormon is a resource we should use to find the answer.
I know that there is life after this life. I know it. Angels surround us. They help us. I have felt their presence. They are there and they love us. They want us to keep on going. To endure to the end.
This is a small portion of my testimony, but it know it is true.
I love you all.
Keep on pushing for eternity.
PS During week 15, a relatively large 10 year old girl gave me a beso on each cheek. She was a complete stranger. We were in a lesson, she passed by us, came back, said hi, gave me the besos and stood in the doorway staring at me. A minute passed and she left. Our investigator didnt know her, and we didnt know her. Yeah . . . . . . . . . .