These last two weeks have been pretty standard as far as life goes in south América. It odd how things that blew my mind the first few weeks have become routine. Riding a mototaxi has gone from a thrilling experience to just simply jow we get the distract council. (Still is super fun tho and much better than the micros). As well my Spanish has adjusted pretty well too. I can understand almost anyone and talked about anything gospel related, and it's pretty fun to see how surprised people are when the gringo is able to converse. This has given me confidence because President hinted that I might be training next transfer which is not at all unlikely with 17 more gringos coming in on top of the 17 that just arrived. That being said everything I do feels like it's in preparation for next transfer. Every task we comple I think, could "I do this on my own if I had to??" The answer is usually " yes, buts it would be rough" and I guess that's sufficient.
Had a cool experience/ convo with my comp the other day. We went to go visit a friend in the ward named Kevin on Tuesday. It was my first time meeting him but my comp knew him pretty well from the transfer before. Kevin is funny guy and a little quirky but he has big plan to serve a mission and move to the US after. Two weeks ago he got I a bad motorcycle accident and Tuesday was the first day he was well enough to leave the hospital. When we went to see him he was in rough shape, but suprisingly has an amazing attitudes about everything. He was cracking jokes and still had high hopes for the future. I had a great time meeting Kevin but when we left I could tell my comp was feeling down about it. Kevin was a good friend and seeing his injuries really effected him. The next day we were talking about it and in tears he asked me "how could God let this happen to Kevin??" This is a question we get a lot from investigators but it tough to hear it from you companion. Trying to help I told him about an experience I had in my last mission. There was a family in one of our wards that we had grown very close to and actually lived with for a while while evacuated. Whole I was in the area, they received the news that their son had passed away which was a devastating shock. For me this was hard to hear as I had grown to love and care for this family and to see them go though this experience was heart breaking. In frustration I asked Heavenly Father directly how could you let this happen?? And the answer I received was stunning. It was a feeling of love. Perfect love from my Heavenly Father for me, for that family and for every soul here on this earth. And for me, that answer was enough.
I dont know exactly why bad things happen to good people, but I do know that God loves his children perfectly and for me that's enough. I know God loves Kevin and I know he will help him every step of his recovery. I know God loves me as well and the best thing I can do to help people hurting is point them to his love
That's all for thus week, love all of you guys and I know God loves you all too.
Elder Allen
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