Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Dear family and friends                                                                        Argentina CCM, Week 3

            So, this week the North Americans had the opportunity to go proselyting. We will have this opportunity every Saturday for the rest of the time in the CCM. We don't have a trainer with us. They gave us a map of the area, a few copies of the Book of Mormon, some pamphlets, a few pass along cards, and dropped us off somewhere and said for us to get some contacts. The first hour was bad. I didn't realize how many people in Argentina were deaf. At first we just said hello to people as they passed. They would put their head down, and sometimes glance our way to see if we were still looking. Hermana Larson and I had no clue what we were doing. But after about an hour we decided to say another prayer. Let me tell you, I love praying in Spanish. Because I don't know very many words, I have to think about every little thing I am going to say, I feel closer to our Heavenly Father. It is positively wonderful. Anyway, we said a prayer and walked around the corner. We felt impressed to go to the park and as we turned the corner, we could see a mother and her two children at the end of the street. We decided that we would offer her help with the big bag she was struggling to carry. As we approached, she looked up and a huge smile spread across  her face.  Her daughter, who was about 6 years old, started running towards us shouting, “Missionarios! Missionarios!” over and over again. It was a great experience. From what I could gather, they didn't have the missionaries coming anymore, but had been looking for them to come back.  We took down their information to give to the full time missionaries. They were so excited. After, we walked away, feeling like we could conquer the world. Right after we talked to the lady and her daughter we saw another lady having a hard time carrying her bags. I started to cross the street to ask her if she needed any help. As soon as she saw me, and I called to her asking if I could help her she shouted, "No! No! No!" and ran away. It was really kind of funny. We still didn't have much luck after that, but we were bolder when talking to people, even though a lot of them ignored us. Some of the people just wanted to talk to North Americans and were not interested in hearing a message. We also handed out a few pass along cards. All things considered,  the whole experience was amazing!
          Here is a thought for today. A family is always riding on a bike with many seats, Each person has their own seat. The goal is not to make it home to our Heavenly Father with any empty seats. On these bikes there are different types of people. There are the people that are pedaling, and working for the family to make it. There are the people that are just coasting, sitting back and relaxing, and then there are the people that are putting on the breaks. (Can I just say that is really rude)? Some advice for this trip with any of the types of people is  # 1. Praise! When our Heavenly Father introduced his Son he didn't say, "This is my Son, hear him." He said, "This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." What better example can there be than Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. #2 Accept one another! The world is looking at the outward appearance, The Lord looks on the heart. Which is exactly what we should do as a family, or just as a person.
          When I go out to share the gospel I am just trying to make sure that no family goes home with empty seats. That every family will be together for eternity. That is why I came on a mission. I came to learn a new language, the language of the spirit. Everything that the Lord touches lives. As a missionary, called or otherwise, we are the hands, the eyes, and the feet of the Lord. We are fishers of men. For every person that we try to help, their family members on the other side of the veil are also helping.
          The MTC is hard! I worry that I won't be able to learn the language, and I worry too much. We have to do lessons in Spanish, like teach actual lessons to pretend investigators. My companion and I just don't do well. Our teacher told us it is because we think about words and translations too much. While I am frustrated with how much I don't know, how much I do know is amazing! All I do is sit at a desk all day long, except for at 2:30 when we have to go sweat for an hour, (which isn't that hard because of how hot it is here). I get to play volleyball for an hour everyday.
               I miss all of you and sometimes it gets really hard. If I think about it too hard I start crying. Every time I share a story about you all with my companion I start crying. On to lighter things. The other day I gave one of my teachers, Hermano Catron  a laffy taffy.  He squealed like a little girl, jumped up and down and spun in a circle while holding the laffy taffy close to his heart. And it is even funnier because he looks just like our cousin Aaron, only with one of those One Direction haircuts. His voice went so high, it was so great. I love you all lots. Spanish words to learn - chiste, which means jokes or just kidding. Estabe bromeando, which means just kidding and fubeca, which is Portuguese for disobedient. A big thing to say here at the CCM.

Love, Raelee

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