March 9, 2015

march 9, 2015

First of all, happy wedding to the whole family. I was laughing and laughing about all the funny stories of the wedding. You have to send me the video of Spencers best man speech.  It sound hilarious.  And pictures.  I want to see the wedding!!

This week in San Lorenzo we found this family super super awesome.  We went to go visit one of the recent converts of the ward, and turns out her sister in law moved in with her with her 4 kids.  So now in this house with like 3 small rooms lives, 10 kids, 2 moms, and the dad.  And like 8 of the 10 kids are younger than 10.  Its funny because I think for my comp its a little much, but for me its like sisters week in idaho.  We were going to teach, but then had to wait a couple minutes for her sister in law to get home from work, and the kids were playing in the dirt, and the mom was getting mad, and then it was just one of those situations where nobody is really enjoying themselves, and we couldnt really talk because the kids were being crazy, so I stood up, and said, hey!  You guys want to have a race (I started this tradition with hna Lindsay because I couldnt talk very much but I could play . . . . so after the lessons we always had a race.  The house in tiny but their yard is huge).  So me, and these 8 little kids raced, and then we did one footed races, and then we played heaven and heck. (where some of them are angels and some of them are devils and are trying to confuse them).  And the kids got so exited that they slipped into guarani, and they were yelling in guarani left! right!  Dont turn!  Turn!  (or i think that is what they were saying).  And our concerso recien Nadia was laughing and laughing, and finally she touched my hand. Then I said, ok kids, its time for a lesson, and I marched them over to the curb (they dont have enough chairs for them all) and they all sat down on the curb and I taught them about how we need to choose the right and go to church (there family has problems with going to church sometimes).  My comp was laughing at the absurdness of it all, but really, I was completely comfortable.  It felt like my dad a little bit, playing and teaching at the same time.  I think I learned a lot growing up joking around with my dad.

And then all the kids went in to watch tv or something and we had a lesson with the sister in law.  She had just finished her first day of 12 hours of cleaning making basically nothing.  We taught her and I felt prompted to share with her a scripture about how the gospel can heal us, and that is why we have to go to chruch.  (3  nephi 17, 7) And I was thinking about emotial things, but when I shared this scripture with her she started to cry, because she has back problems, and she has to work to help her family, but it hurts so bad, and for 12 hours she cried that day at work because her back hurt so bad.  And we promised her that she can have a miracle, that God can heal her phisically and emotionally, and that crist knows how she feels.  It was really powerful.  But then, in the end, she prayed, and in the end of her prayer she started crying really hard, and she finished and said Me Duele, me duele.  Or it hurts it hurts.  And I felt so bad.  I love helping people and being around such greatful humble  people  but sometimes the constant poverty here makes my heart a little bit sad.  I just want to help all these people in all aspects, but as a missionary, I just cant.

I was thinking the other day that maybe I will work for LDS Humanitarian services one day.  I dont know.

Love you all, SEND ME PICS OF THE WEDDING, and have a great week!!

Hna Jarman

Eating crepes, and messing around with my comp.