I hope the week was wonderful!
We worked hard. Real hard. To compensate for the Deusa let down we did everything we could think of the find new investigators including knock doors! (hey JD, remember that time you got all bummed thinking that missionaries don´t knock doors anymore? Don´t worry! It is still a tactic!) Actually, it turned out to be quite successful. The second door we knocked said ``hi! You teaching about Jesus. Come right in!´´ I thought it had to be one of two things... eleita or all ready to bible bash. But, she showed a lot of interest and we had a really good lesson!
Last night we were visiting our recent convert, Thaty, and her friend passed by. Turns out she has already talked to the missionaries years ago but at the time was not ready. But, she just suffered a divorce and is trying to find new meaning to life. There was absolutely no power so we had to light some candles for light. We ended up teaching a really wonderful lesson. The spirit was so strong and we left Thaty and this woman Luana sobbing! I want to teach by candle light more often!
We have been teaching a 17 year old girl named Mayara for a while. She actually has already visited church lots of times but the problem is she studies and works sooo much that it is difficult to find her home during the week. But this week we found her at home one morning we found her home and marked her for baptism November 8th! (my birthday!!) We actually began teaching her brother, Mateus too and if all goes as planned the two of them will make my birthday oh so much better!
Also, this week we began a hard core exercise program. Why? Because one sister in the house is going home soon and wants to get all ready for the provo grind. And my companion has only been here 2 months and has already gained 12 pounds. Yikes. So I have now taken up responsibility to be their personal trainers. You best believe I am making good use of the many exercise books mom has sent as well as what I can remember from my gym time with Lisa. We found some old rusting bar bells and put them to good use. Lots of push ups, wall sits, ab ripper x etc. Basically we have died all week while climing the massive hills here in Cotia but I told them it is a price we have to be willing to pay! haha
One one more thing... The miracle of the moedas... This week we were on our way to lunch and realized we had like zero money for our ticket back.. We counted our coins three times and every time we just did not have enough. We even took a picture because we thought the situation was humerous. Then, on the ride back we counted again, hopping the man would accept a pass-a-long card as part of the passagem, and guess what? WE HAD ENOUGH! actually more than enough! Heavenly Father is mindful of us... down to the cent.
There are sooo many more things I could include, but maybe next week they will make the cut! Love you and miss you all!
Have a wonderful week!
Sister Lauren
9 Months celebration!
Simeon our african friend
jasmine and family/ baptism
Jasmine!
miracle of the moedas
A side note from one of Lauren's companions blogs;
Other weekly news includes the fact that three of the four of us have started to do real life exercise in the morning times. Sister S started panicking when she realized that missionary life has a very large potential to leave us unable to use the clothes that we brought with us, and Sister L conveniently has P90X Ab Ripper something or other memorized. In other words, Sister L became our personal trainer and I am embarrassed to say that the last time my body hurt so much was after I had run a marathon. You know, when you run for four hours straight. This is half an hour a day, and I am dying. The good news is that I still have a good few months before I return to my mountainous homeland.
Other weekly news includes the fact that three of the four of us have started to do real life exercise in the morning times. Sister S started panicking when she realized that missionary life has a very large potential to leave us unable to use the clothes that we brought with us, and Sister L conveniently has P90X Ab Ripper something or other memorized. In other words, Sister L became our personal trainer and I am embarrassed to say that the last time my body hurt so much was after I had run a marathon. You know, when you run for four hours straight. This is half an hour a day, and I am dying. The good news is that I still have a good few months before I return to my mountainous homeland.
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