Nov. 22, 2010
I'm thankful for turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, Mom's homemade rolls, yams, green bean casserole, and pumpkin pie, and I'm thankful that someday I will be able to eat (as opposed to dream about) all those things again on Thanksgiving.
My mission president recently said that on p-days we can wear regular clothes all day, so I feel really weird right now. I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and it's raining outside. Where am I?
We worked really hard to prepare this girl, Daniela, for baptism. She was that girl that I mentioned last week that we have been teaching at the Relief Society president's house. She was interviewed for baptism this week and my zone leader said she's not quite ready. We are going to reteach some stuff and emphasize certain principles (namely, faith and repentance), and everything will work out in the end. I'm actually hoping that we can baptize Daniela and her sister on the same day. Oh, that would be so sweet. They both went to church yesterday, and things are going well so far.
Besides them and the Bruno (the Bruno) that I mentioned last week, we don't have too many promising investigators. We focused so much on Daniela this week that the rest of our work kind of suffered. It has been really difficult to find new investigators, mostly because Birigui (my city) is a city of commerce; actually, I believe it is the greatest producer of footwear in all of Latin America, so that's pretty cool. Anyway, everyone here always works all the time, so we can never find people at home.
We're actually having transfers today, but my companion and I are both staying; in fact, almost all the missionaries in the whole city stayed this transfer. I'm all right with that; I have a good companion, and I like my area. The city that I'm in has a pretty bad reputation in the mission, but I don't see what is so bad about it. I might be dying because of the mold that's eating away the wall next to my desk at the house, but that's just a minor setback.
Oh, I found out this morning that I'm being made a district leader this transfer. So that's something.
I was kissed on the chest by a crazy dude who wanted to donate plastic cups to the church. And honestly, it didn't even seem that weird when it happened. My life has turned into something of a circus, and I don't even notice anymore.
Anyway, things are going well out here. My companion and I are working hard, and I'm trying to work harder. It has become pretty easy for me to be obedient out here (it isn't even that hard to get up at 6:30 anymore), but I'm trying harder to be obedient with exactness. I'm doing my best, gente, I promise. And the Lord is blessing my companion and I a lot! The Church is true! I love all of you!
tchau
booga
ps Happy Thanksgiving!
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