This week was good. I feel like we saw a lot of miracles. Some more noticable, but other dressed up as a frustratingly slow day. But there were definitely miracels.
One miracle happened monday night heading home for the day. We ran into Heidy and she asked if we had seen Melvin. We said that we hadn´t and she began to laugh and took us to where he was. We found him with both arms in casts. He began to tell us what had happened. It turns out that on saturday night he was out drinking. He says he wasn´t drunk, but I´m pretty sure he was because he then told us that he was preaching the word of God to all of his drinking buddies haha!! Even had his Bible and Book of Mormon hahaha :] After preaching to his buddies, he decided that he didn´t want to go home because his wife (heidy) would be mad at him so he decided to go to church. But it was 6 in the morning by that point and the church gate was locked. So he to the bright idea to jump the fence and stay in the church until it started. But instead of landing nicely like I would imagine he thought he would, he landed on his arms breaking one and badly injuring the other. He then had no way to climb back over so he waited there until 8 when the bishop of the other ward that meets in our building came and opened it haha! So that is why he didn´t come to church, because he was in the hospital. Haha we had a good laugh. He told us that he wouldn´t ever drink again. That promise didn´t last long because we found him the next night so drunk that he could hardly form sentances. It was sad to see him that way, but I think his little injury will be a turning point. Yesterday we passed by his house before church and he said he wasn´t coming because things were bad between him and Heidy (who was working at the time). He had his kids all dress and ready to send across the street to church. We somehow convinced him to come for an hour. 5 minutes before sacrament meeting started he arrived. He ended up staying the whole 3 hours :) It was a huge miracle.
This week was extremely slow compared to what we are used to. We didn´t hardly as many lessons as we did the week before, but it in itself was a miracle. It helped me focus on the people we are teaching and really feel a love for them that I have never felt before. One of my biggest struggles on the mission has been my emotions. When my dad passed away I learned how to be numb to emotions, but on a happy face and not let things get to me. I thought that was best. What I have found out here is that it´s not for the best. I wasn´t sad for my investigators when I should have been sad. Nor was I as happy as I had hoped to be when they felt the spirit or came to church for the first time. For a while now I have been praying to have a love for these people and the work that I will feel happy and sad with them and for them. This week was an answer to my prayers. I felt a love for these people that I have never felt before. We had 5 investigators and 2 less actives in church yesterday and for 5 of them, it was their first time. As we sang the sacrament hymn surrounded by the people I have taught and grown with, I felt probably just a fraction of the love that our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have for them. That was a miracle.
I love my mission more than I can express. I still have good days and bad days. Some times I just want to pull the sheet over my head and not get out of bed, but every day is worth the struggle. I love these people and this country. I couldn´t be more happy to serve in the Dominincan Republic :)
I love you all so much.
Love, Hermana Perry
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