|Hooray for Hector!|
Jenessa, Gustavo, Hector and Hermana Dustin
And let me tell you what... it has been a JOURNEY. It all started February 21 when we first contacted his house. 3 months. The Lord has His time for everything. We don't always know what that timing will be. But we have to trust Him. Needless to say, it wasn't all a walk in the park with Hector. These past three months have been the wildest roller coaster you can find. And this last week was no exception.
It was raining all at the beginning of the week which means we couldn't teach Hector because we have to teach him in his front yard. (Oh. Not to mention on Tuesday, Formosa was hit with a mini tornado...) But we finally were able to teach the last lesson and schedule a time for the interview with Elder Enright. Lemme just tell you what. That was the most intense 40 minutes of my life. Put alas. He passed the trial and the race was on for Hna. Dustin and I to plan the whole Baptism before Saturday. In the end, it was a small service, but I know Hector would have hated it if there had been more people. So I'd say it was just perfectísimo. And it was really nice. But the journey's far from over...
As previously mentioned, Formosa was graced with the presence of a mini tornado Tuesday night. It was pretty late; we only had maybe 30 minutes left to work so we decided to see if we could talk to Hector, teach him that last lesson. But when we went to his house, he basically yelled at us to go home because the weather was bad. Haha. Hector hates the rain. It was barely drizzling at this point. But we told him that sí o sí we were coming back on Wednesday and then we left.
We hadn't gotten more than a block away from Hector's when I looked up at the sky to see a whiff of cloud moving REALLY fast toward us. Huh. That's funny. Hna. Dustin and I only realized what it was half a second before it was upon us: a WALL of thick rain. "OH CRAP!!" We began to run but it was futile. We were soaked through before we could take three steps. It was CRAZY. We ran home and found that the wind had blown down our ceiling tiles. (along with all the poop of the creature living up there... *shifty eyes*) It's always an adventure, the mission. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
|Damage from the freak storm.|
The mission can be really hard. We can't always see the results of our work. And a lot of times, it feels like we're really not doing anything. But if we are working hard, and patiently doing what the Lord has asked us to do, we're going to have success. Alma 26:27. Read it. It's these tiny moments that make the mission. It's so worth every crappy moment, every rainstorm (literally and figuratively speaking) just to see one person make it to that water. I have seen the Lord's hand in this work and I'm so grateful to Him. He knows what He's doing. All we have to do is trust Him.
|Love to see the smiles!|
Thanks for tuning in this week. Until the next one,