Jan 4, 2016

Jan 4, 2016

I recently am really sturggling to write a group email.  But I am going to try.

So this week the miracle I saw was the atonement.  But first I am going to tell you a little about the week.

So monday we went to the hospital to visit an hermana that was sick and discouraged.  Then tuesday we had a normal day.  Wednesday there was another hermana from an otra area with me in my area and I wanted to show her how grea missionary work is, and how to do it, and then with our best investigator she accidently said that a woman would never be able to be the profet, and he got super doubtful about the gospel and the answer he was starting to get and it was just a hard lesson.  Then we went to find new people from the papers from the area book. We then contacted a messiac jew that chewed us out for like 20 minutes about how blind we are, how dumb we are to think that josph smith isnt a charlatan and blasfemer.  I tried to do my best to testify, but I dont think anybody walks away from that feeling like a very good misionary.  Then we did find someone coo, and that made the day better.  Thrusday was great, friday was too (new years) and then saturday in the morning we went to ferndno de la mora to study with some hermanas, and then in the afternoon the hermana that was in the hospital who had come home, had so much pain that she went back into the hospital.  Nobody had been able to work in the area por weeks because the other hermana has a borken foot in that area (there are 4 because 2 are really sick . . .  one that is training, one that is being trained (and broke her foot in the mtc and cant walk very much at all, one local misisonary, and one other misisonary that is having serious stocach problems due to stress of having crazy comps)) . . . anywas, I went out with the local missionary and it was my old area.  Villa Anita.  I was exited, we were going to see miracles, and help these hermanas out.  We passed by for a partial family, where one of my converts lives, and my convert told me that she regreted getting baptized, and then we walked around in the hot sun for hours lost, and somehow found another evalgelica to get mad at us because we have profets.) while her comp threw up again and again in the hospital because she was so stressed out, partly because of the area that was not progressing.  I felt like I didnt do anything to help them.

Needless to say sunday when nobody went to church, and I was exhausted due to constantly sweating. traveling, and not be in our area that I dont even know that well still . . I told god. I cant anymore! I cant take one more rejection, more sun and sweat, everything . . 

 And my comp looked at me as we were about to pray to leave the house in the afternoon sunday and I said, can you pray hermana?  She smiled, knowing I was having a hard day, and said ok.

Then she started to pray, and prayed that we could learn to be more dilligent, that we could learn to trust him more, that we could have the energie we needed and literally didnt have, she said thanks for the trails, for the little miracles we had seen, and she so humbly asked for the spirit to be with us, to conformt us.  She prayed for me, that I could have the strenth to keep going. 

I cried the whole prayer, silently, because I knew that the feelings of not wanting to go out and get burned again, falt of patience with our investigatores, with our area, I was sinning, I had these ingreatful desires, and I plead with the lord that he could take these feelings out of my heart.  That he could give me his holy spirit.  that he could fill me up with the joy of christ so that I didnt feel the burden of the work. (like in alma 31)

I repented.

And that is when a great feeling of peace, of hope descended on me. It filled my soul, and then, everything was ok.  I felt like this week had been a great week.

One hour later we taught one of the best lessons I have ever had, and this super super awesome investgator that we have invited to get baptozed 4 times now finally accepted a baptismal date.  And it was just . . . a miralce.  He is starting to nourish his seed and to see his smile as he tells us how delicious it is just fills me up with love for this gospel.  And hope to go on!!!!!  I love this work. I love my savior, and I love most of all the enabling power of the atonement.

I love you guys!!

Love,

Hna Jarman