Right now we are teaching several families which is rare from what I can tell. It is hard to address the needs of many people all at the same time but the blessings for families in the gospel is great so we are trying our best. It definitely keeps us busy. The discouraging thing is that we cant seem to get any of them to actually come to church. This is a huge stepping stone and will help their testimony so much but they wont come. Lately I have been understanding a little bit more of what is going on and what is being said. I am participating in the lessons more as well. What a blessing! This is enabling me to really get to know these people and really care about them. Because of this, my heart hurts when they wont do the things that they commit to do. I testimony will not come without prayer, reading the Book of Mormon, and attending church. To me, these steps are seemingly simple so I have a hard time understanding why on earth these people wont do them! :) Yesterday Hna Gonzalez and I were pretty down because we couldnt get any of them to come to church but we ran into some of our other investigators in the street. The teenage daughter, Tatiana, told us that she has actually been reading the Book of Mormon and praying about it. Instantly, my companion and I went from dejected to animated. How exciting that she is actually acting! This was just enough of a boost to keep going and raise our hopes. I know with all my heart that these things are true and the blessings of the gospel are great. I pray everyday that the Lord will help me share these feelings and blessings with these people in Sonsonate.
We eat lunch everyday at the house of Rafael and Enma. He is a member but she is not. But she is about as dry of a Mormon as you can be. The other day Rafael told me that he dreampt about you Dad. It wasnt anything great or weird, only that you were in his dream and he wanted so badly to talk to you. When he did, all he can remember was that you were such a great person. Rafael said that he thinks that you were in his dream because he had been praying for me, that I could learn Spanish, right before bed. This touched my heart! This man who I can hardly talk to, cares enough about me to pray specifically for me. This is what I love about the people here. There is another woman here, Marta, who sells bread. She is not a member or an investigator, only a friend. But every time we stop to talk to her, she gives us free bread. She is always trying to get us to go home earlier at night because after 9:30 it is more dangerous. She worries more now about us because I am here, and gringas attract every more attention and danger. It just boggles my mind, and humbles me that people can care about me without hardly knowing me.
I got three dearelders this week from the family. Thank you so much for always remembering me! The letters were a tender mercy for me because they carried some of the words that I really needed to hear. Thank you so much for being so great. I love you all!
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