Before I explain the title, I have some shout outs!
S/O
to Laurence, my Elder brother (get it? older and an elder? don't judge
me just cause my humor's a little rusty). He goes home THIS VERY WEEK!!!
He had an excellent 2 years of missionary service in Brasil, and I look
up to him a lot. Miss you bro. Say hi to the fam for me. Give them 90
million hundred hugs.
S/O to America for having peanut butter (I have
literally been searching for weeks. Even the biggest stores in
Concepción don't have it).
S/O to the people
who've written me *cough cough* that means "whisper in" for those who
haven't. Joking. I really do appreciate every email and letter so much
though. Love you people.
Aaaand now, my week!
But she wasn't kidding.
To be fair, basically
everything here is a miracle. The fact that we ever find where we need
to go, that anyone lets us into their house, that we are able to do this
work in general. But sometimes a really big thing happens and the only
word to describe it is MIRACULOUS.
Let's start with Victoria. We met her one night when
we were on our way home and we just stopped her in the street. Any
missionary will tell you - street contacting rarely goes anywhere. But
asked us to PLEASE visit her. WOW. That basically never happens. She was
going through a really hard time and we showed up at a prime moment.
That was a few weeks ago. We've been meeting with her a lot since then
and the change in her countenance is dramatic. We know for a fact that
the Lord put her in our path that night.
But,at the same time, huge challenges kept coming up that
were difficult for both us, the missionaries, and her. Just "artos"
challenges (arto is a Chilean word for "a lot"). I have learned, through
visiting with her, that any doubt can be overcome through an open heart
on one side and a humble but powerful testimony on the other.
We went contacting one day to the "nueva población"
where it's a bunch of identical houses. They're white
with red, yellow, green, or blue accents. Wild.
where it's a bunch of identical houses. They're white
with red, yellow, green, or blue accents. Wild.
Next is Dilan, a stellar 13-year-old. We had been
praying to find people who could be baptized this month, meaning they
have to have attended church in the past (they have to attend 3 times
before baptism). Most of our planning was just searching the area book
for people who attended before. Then Hna
Suárez had a dream in which she saw a street name written on a paper.
The next day we found Dilan's teaching record in the area book - the
Elders before him had met with him but for whatever reason, never
followed up. [enter super awesome hermanas]. Hna Suárez looked at the
paper and just said, "Hermana, that's the writing I saw in my dream." We
went to visit him the next day, OBVIOUSLY. He agreed to be baptized
this month! And he came to church yesterday even though he wasn't
feeling well. Stellar kid. The Lord really wanted us to find him.
(Moral of that story: ELDERS!!! FOLLOW UP!!!)
Scenes of Chile - everything's decked out in preparation for
18 of September (the big holiday here) and a Panadería sign, of course.
Anyway, love you all, keep doing good things back home. I miss you and pray for you!
Much love,
Hermana Glazier
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