August 6, 2012

This week was a good week here in the field. As a missionary Sundays are the day that tells all when it comes to if your investigator is progressing or not. Because if they attend church they are fulfilling your commitments and really want to learn more. Here´s a description of the feelings I have as a missionary on Sundays


You walk out of ward counsel and are just hoping to see your investigators sitting somewhere in the chapel. Unfortunetly no one is there. You greet all the members you can and sit there in the pew and stare at the door looking at everyone who comes in, hoping to see the familiar faces of your investigators. The meeting starts and you barely sing the hymn because you have faith that the Lord has touched someone´s heart and they´ll come to church. Sit and stare, sit and stare. Then you see a confused look on someone´s face who´s walking in and there they are, there´s your investigator. Seeing them come in is like running down the stairs Christmas morning and seeing a huge present with your name on it. You are so excited and can´t to see what´s inside. The same with your investigator, you are so excited and can´t wait for them to feel the sweet spirit that is only felt at Church. Then you look at your companion and you both have a huge grin on each of your faces and you run to their rescue helping them find a seat and get all comfortable. Then you go on with the meeting with this joy that can´t be described and gratitude to Heavenly Father that you have investigators that are progressing.

If that didn´t hit the cheesy factor of life as a missionary, I don´t know what will... There you have it, as a missionary you find the joy in the littlest things. The two minute talk you had with the person in the bus, the lesson you had and committed someone to be baptized, the health and support you have to teach and help others.

Nothing really new here. It´s pretty cold here and it stinks because there´s humidity and so the cold just goes straight into your bones. I found out that my favorite dish here is Aji de Gallina, which translates to Chili of the Rooster. It´s this chili sauce with chicken, instead of rooster, and it´s soooo good!

Hope everything is going good where ever you may be. I´m here in Perú, but if you need something just holler!

Have a great week!

Love,

HERMANA HARBISON