Learning Stuff

So this week we finished our area book!!! As the first iPad generation
in the mish we had to enter in all the people from the area book into
the ipads and it takes muchisimo tiempo. Like hours. Everyday.
Basically we only went out for an hour or two every day last week. And
not getting out wears on ya! But we finished, so todo està bien. I
have hardcore typing on ipad skills now haha, but thank goodness for
church couches and wifi that enable dictation instead of typing. I did
like 20 pages of potentials. Fronts and back. I did a whole area book
by myself actually-I'm pretty proud, not gonna lie. I feel really
accomplished. So once we finished-with the help of some other Awesome
sisters in the zone-we started helping out the spanish elders. They're
my favorite, I may be a little biased, but spanish elders are just
cooler than english hahaha, but english sisters, I kind of miss living
with them. I think sometimes they're a little chiller. I guess I only
hear about the spanish drama though. It's whatevs. I am drama free,
just so y'all know ;) I am super chill. I am as chill as a Hawaiian. I
have been told so by my last Hawaiian companion hahaha. But Sister
Burke is awesome! Things are way better with her I think. I like
companions. They're cool. We have them for a reason, and it's a
bigger, better reason than just to keep us out of trouble and staying
obedient and sturf, it's more than that, so that's cool. Look, I'm
learning things!! Haha

So we got out for a while and picked a street to visit and check out
some potentials, and we talked to us sweet old mexican man named Jose.
He's been here 20 years, and all his family is still back in Mexico.
That happens a lot. I don't quite understand how or why, but it's sad.
Then we knocked on a mexican looking door, just the storm door, and a
Guy yelled and was all "yeah, whaddya need?" And so I was said uh hi
we're the missionaries in this area, do you know anyone who speaks
spanish? I couldn't even see him or anything inside, it was super
awkward amd funny. I hate those doors. And then he got up and was all
"spanish? I speak spanish! You speak spanish??" And we were like yeah
haha us gueras yeah we speak spanish, and then we totally had a lesson
with him, it was sweet. He was funny. We didn't get a return
appointment, but he said we could come back. Then we knocked on a
super mexi door-virgin marias por todos lados, and a teenage girl
answered and we had an awesome talk about life after death and faith
in christ and repentance, and it was way cool. She gave us her number,
and again no return appt, but we could call or text and set something
up. But then she asked us to pray for her uncle who has cancer, so
that was cool. We've been doing that. Then we went back and we walked
by Jose's house and he gave us water and soda haha. That was probably
the best part of the week. And there was even an awesome sunset.

Sunday was good. The branch rocks. But after Satan was the worst-as
usual haha. We went to a dinner appt and something was off. It was
with members, but we just did not feel good after we left. Like we had
a nice lesson, and their daughter taught our resto lesson for us-she's
like 8/9 and knew the story better than anyone else I've heard so that
was awesome, but we still felt just Bad afterwards. So we went to go
contact someone we met earlier in the week. And I was trying to be all
focused on our purpose, talk to everyone. Sometimes it's hard because
some people are obviously not spanish speaking and I'm like ehhh your
salvation isn't quite in my hands hahaha but so there was this guy-not
spanish-and I was like Let's Get Him!! Went over, he wasn't interested
so we just chatted a little, asked him about his work. He's basically
Satan's #1 tool. He shoots pornos and is a software designer, he'd
actually just came from a shoot, fancy that, and was excited that some
kind of new head set thing had just come out for video games. I was
getting furious, but we gave him a card. He said he would look up the
video. Said thanks for talking, and he said have a nice day, you
ladies are really beautiful. I felt like stabbing satan in the eyes.
How dare he. I was mad. And the spirit, se fue. It was like running
into giant bombs of anti spirit anti holiness. So we were wrecks
basically after that. Went to the chapel, sang some songs, the STLs
were actually there for a lesson so we had a little talk, didn't
really explain everything, but they got it. It was good.

So yeah, that was my week, the worst parts of the mission aren't when
it's like hard work/area/companion. But it's when the spirit gets
taken from you, or is at least attacked like that. When you lose it
yourself, you can only blame yourself, and it's cool. But that was
horrible, anyway, life goes on! Hopefully we'll find some solid people
this week. Love you!! And here's some pics to prove I'm alive haha :p