March 21, 2016

March 21, 2016

The other day I was praying for what I can do better, and the thought clealy came to my head . ..  write your family for reals. 

So this is my promise. That I will write you good emails for the rest of the mission . . . 

This week was a week of miracles.  Almost everyday we saw a miracle of finding someone so prepared to accept the gospel.  People asking to be baptized, people feeling super interested in learning about the restoration, everyday we found someone golden.  Then came sunday.  And nobody came to church.  And we went for so many people, called even more, trying to help them go to church.  And in the end nobody came.

But I have started writing my reflections during the sarcrament (man, really if you could see me during sacrement meeting the 2nd sunday of every mornth (last week) you would just laugh because we get there just in time after cleaning up from gospel priciples and I get there, and my eyes are big.  I need a hymn book.  Usually someone sees my look of alarm and gives me one.  Then I go and sit down at the piano.  They have already put up the 3 or 4 numbers.  Some of them  I know.  Some I have never played before.  I start my practice prelude for 3 mintues, then it starts.  I play the first song.  Then announcments.  I continue silentely praciting the sacrament hymn.  Then the second hymn. Now my favorite part, I sit in the chair that is half broken--it is the only broken chair and someone always puts it it front of the piano--and the other week during the sacrement the cusion for the back fell off and I literally almost fell out of my chair with a loud noise.  Everyone chuckled.  .. And I sit there and write my reflections in my agenda.  Sacrement ends.  The first speaker . . . like every 2nd sunday is hna jarman.  So I get up, give my talk, with the very sparse notes i have been able to write because between all the intercambios personal study is a luxury that sometimes we have an hour, and sometimes we are stuck in a collectivo bus.  So I give my talk, praying that the spirit guides my words.  then i go straight to the piano and play the hymn that you sing in the midle of the meeting.  Then my comp talks.  she has grown so much and has such faith, such courage, such entusiam for the gospel.  I know that she was a dear friend in the premortal life.  then the bishop speaks (who has had a very bad realationship with the missionaries and  a large lack of hope, but now we are seeing miracles with him.  the other day he felt prompted to go and visit a family in the ward that was really struggling and he went with grocies bought from his own money to visit them and help them.  This is something nobody would have imagined him doing 6 months ago, but we believe he is a good man, a good branch president, and now, he is starting to believe it too, and act!)  Then the last hymn.  I play it.  then we start the mad rush to talk to and see how everyone is, how our investigator will get home, and invite people to participate in the branch choir (something i and the hna guy started to help the members learn the hymns and improve the sabbath day like the presidencia of the area is traying to do.) )

So basically its crazy sundays.  But the sacrement is my time to relax and think about the week.  And this sunday, we learned about the atonement.  And i spent the sacrement thinking. . . how greatful I am.  I think that is why we have to remember him.  IT is because when we remember hiim, we are so greatful that we cant feel anything else.  Frustration, sadness, anger, all of these things cannot compare to the bliss of gratitude that even if nobody else came to church, I did.  I am healed.  I am saved.  And then the pain of the rejection feels so light.  I would do anything for Him, for he has done everything for me.

Have a Wonderful Easter Everyone!!

Hermana Jarman