¡Que milagro que hemos visto este semana! As we prepared for the
baptism of Martina from Peru on Saturday, we realized nobody had keys
that opened to the baptism font to fill it up or perform the ordinance
that we all came for. I found it weird that no one from the bishopric
or Elders had keys to anything. The elders jumped the wall from the
inside to fill it up. We thought we were going to have to lift her in
there from the cultural hall over the wall. ¡Que vergüenza! As we were
frantically all searching for keys, calling anyone and everyone in any
of the wards,using credit cards, hangers, anything creative we could
find to open this door, Hermana Dalton found herself alone with the door
and decided to say a pray of faith that the keys to our apartment in
her hand would just open this door. Sure enough with a little faith and
a prayer she stuck the keys in, turned them, and the door magically
opened!!!! Crazy what a little bit of faith can do. God can do
miracles with just a little faith of one individual. Imagine what he
could do with a ton of faith from everyone? The baptism went very
smoothly after that except for the little monsters that ate all the
baptism food. They only come to baptisms because there is food. sad.
They are a family of 5 in the ward who is starving and living off the
church. it´s sad, the parents don´t have work and have 5 kids all under
the age of 5....someone didn´t figure out birth control. Besides them
always running around noisily the meeting went great! No complications
más-
Crazy story. There was a cat fight! Two latin women going at it!
We´re talking flying fists! We were helping someone move and as we
were on the way back to the metro there was a show down- The officer
was in the middle taking all the punches. then while we were teaching a
fantastic lesson there was a make-out session of 12 year olds in the
background...oh dear...it had been raining all day...they probably just
felt couped up. I also hate besos here! One thing I will not miss is
giving everyone 2 kisses on each cheek when you say hello and then
goodbye. the worst is Sunday morning for church when somehow everyone
has wet, creamy, makeup faces. hate it! or when people are still
sick...gross. the most awkward part is that since it´s a culture thing
even the men do it. When men don´t know that as missionaries we can´t
we get caught off guard and they just do it...ewww beard besos!!! awful
and awkward.
We´re finally moving tomorrow during mediodia. We were told friday
morning as I went to go sign the new contract that we couldn´t move in
that day when we alreay had everything packed. Oh elders...there all
green here. We just had a huge chunk of missionaries leave us...now the
whole field is green. I´ll be the oldest hermana in one week.
Crazy...you never think you´ll get to this point and then you do....
Welp lot´s of funny stories to tell about this week, but never
enough time. I feel like these emails don´t do justice for what
actually happens and goes on. A mission is such a uninique experience,
esp in spain barcelona. I look forward to just sitting in the kitchen
someday with everyone just talkin while mom and dad are making their
cornbread and chile....oh how i miss home food!!! welp, Gotta run!
love you all!
Hermana walker
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