October 30, 2014

Oct 30, 2014

Ok, so actually I am at 53 miracles, but 50 miracles sounded better.  But really, I see miracles in my life everyday here.  Because really, the entire church was a miracle.  The church should not be able to do the things it does.   But yet, somehow a 14 year old recieved a vision and now there are 88,000 people out there proclaiming that the true church has been restored.   

I wish I had time to share the miracles I have expereinced this week, but I only have time for a few.

First of all, we went proselyting for the first time.  So, basically, me and two other girls with only 3 weeks of Spanish insturction in the MTC got on a bus, got dropped off in the middle of nowhere in the suburbs of Monte Grande Argentina, with a lunch, a map, and a libro de mormon with pamphlets and cards, and we started talking to people.  And how, 5 hours later, had we actually talked to people in our broken spanish and had even talk a street lesson or two, I will never know.  But we did.  And I think that today, that is my favorite part of the gospel.  The enabling power of the atonement.  Because with the atonement, we go on so many adventures.  At early ages we go live away from home, sometimes in other countries or with other languages, and we go talk to people with years of experience, and tell them that we have the solution to all their problems.  The absurdness of this notion hit me while I was proselyting.  How do we do this!  How does it work many times?  And I think that the answer is the spirit.  It works because the spirit works.  I cant do this, but god can.  I just love that.

The other cool thing that happened this week was that there was this girl who had just finished her mission in paraguay and for some reason she and her parents came back to visit argentina on her way home.  And she came and talked to us while we were eating, And when she walked away,  my comp said ´´I hope I glow like that after my mission´´.  And I couldnt agree more.  She was glowing with joy.  And as I look at a picture of my cousin Jessica VAnce and my sister who both just barely got home, I have to say the same thing.  I hope when I get home I can glow like that.  And then the question comes, I hope I can glow like that for the rest of my life.  And then the MTC is worth it, any amount of obedeince or hard work is worth feeling the joy and blessings of the gospel.  I want to glow like a missionary for the rest of my life. 

Anyway, sorry my email is a little all over the place.  My sister got home yesterday and seeing pictures and hearing stories (and especially seeing my dumb squirrell ornament that I made my family promise they would put in all family picture as my stand in) has made me a little . . . overly happy.  Sometimes the gospel makes me so happy, I just want to shout it to the the entire world.  I suppose this is why I am on a mission.

Love,

Hna Jarman

P.S. One funny story.  Haha, so in a lesson, I was trying to say to my (fake) investigator that God loves him (which would be Le ama or Dios ama or something like that) but instead I said Dios Le Amo, which basically translates to ´´God, I love you´´.  My teacher lost it.  He started laughing in the middle of the lesson.  Afterwards, I was laughing to hard to be embarassed.  But the funny thing is that it really is something of an accomlishment because my teacher NEVER breaks character, and he has had to sit through a lot of really bad Spanish.  But I am the first person in the district that had made him break character in a lesson.