Yep, you read that right! My area was closed and Hna
Dennis and I have been separated, going our own ways. She went to La
Rioja to open a new area for sisters there. The last sisters in La Rioja
was 20 years ago. It is exciting that the mission is expanding.
I am now in Rio Tercero with Hna Mcarthur. She is from
Wyoming, and says that she knows Scott Lambert. He served where she lives
supposedly. I am really excited to work with her. A little bit, I
am sad because I wanted a latina to work more on my spanish, but now is the
time to help her I guess. I am sure she will be a huge help to me too.
She has about 4 months in the mission and just finished her training so I am
the 'trainer breaker' spliting her apart from her trainer. We are now
here... with Bikes!! and just driving over here to the cyber for the 5 block
ride, my thighs are a little sore and shaky. Que verguenza. I had worked
so hard on my calves walking up the slaving hills in Carlos Paz, and apparently
had ignored my thighs... This could be a change! The pension is SUPER NICE! I
dont know how I keep getting all the luck with the nice pensions....
phew. That must mean the worst is yet to come.
I am torn about leaving Carlos Paz. It was a hard area
with a lot of rejection and not a lot of success. There were multiple
weeks where we reported a week of zeros to our leaders. Zero baptisms and
confirmations. Zero new investigators. ugh, It was hard on
me. For that reason I am excited to start over with a companion who wants
to work hard and who knows how to work hard as well. I dolove the members
of Carlos Paz, and it was sad saying goodbye. Hna Dennis and I cried in
the collectivo as we left last night. I am sad to leave it all
behind. Funny story real quick. This week I was alking up the stiars of
our apartment behind hna Dennis, and what did I do_ i naturally just started
punching her butt like I always did with mom and Kris. It was super funny
and I felt soooo bad after. I dont knwo what came over me! jaja Also, I
am sad because I did not buy anything in the super tourist area because I had
at least another transfer there to do some trunky shopping. I left with nothing
cool and original from there. oh well......
We got rejected hard by S* this week. We had
miraculously *literally* this week after she had suddenly moved again without
telling anyone. We once again happened upon her, which means God wants to
talk with her. This is her 3 or 4th opportunity that we have found her out of
the nowhere, just following the spirit I guess. Anyways, she now is
living with the padre of her hijo, and he does not want to get married, nor for
us to pass by more. She testified to us that she knows the Book of Mormon
is true, and that is what hurts the most. She also had promised us so many
times to come to church, but ended up going to church with the JWs the first
time they invited her. She then said she would not lie, and that she will
not asist the church. We walked away super sad. We bought some
alfajores to make us feel better. Sometimes its crazy to think that we
truly willingly signed up for this to happen to us on the daily. Hay que
seguir no mas. As we kept on our way, we started singing together "I
wanna dance with somebody" BUt replacing the words to say "I wanna
teach somebody, I wanna go to church with somebody. I wanna teach somebody,
with somebody to baptize." We were down, but hopefull with these
unexpected changes, the future truly will be as bright as our faith.
I am super tired after traveling and packing these last few
days. I think I have had a total of 6 hours of sleep in the past 2 days.
completely spent. Perfect, the elevator decides to break. Today. we
had to carry the pounds and my body is now paying the price. My biceps hurt
from hauling all my porquería around Cordoba by myself. Hna Dennis had
her bags to worry about, so I needed to carry my load alone. I have
decided that I will now throw out a TON before going to my next transfer.
I have way too many clothes, yet I find myself begging for more
variation. The small sacrifices of a missionary.
Today, I said goodbye to Hna Gonzalez. I watched her
pack up her suitcases to go home. It was a wierd feeling. I was sitting
there, without my companion Hna Dennis who had already left to La rioja, and i
was in Cordoba Capital, without a bed. So I just drankj some mate out of
the mug cup things, and let it all sit in. Im not gonna lie, for a slipt
second, I wished to be in her place, coming home and seeing you guys. but
dont get trunky! It quickly left and I thought of all teh souls I have to save
before I can let that happen. Sometimes, when we are down or sad, we are
quick to want the temporal things. However, the gospel is way more
important and will last a lot longer if we truly apply it and continue to learn
with each day.
I love being here and I had a panic attack even just
thinking about coming home.
Which leads me to the package that will be coming your
way.... There is an elder who is going to his house in california for a few
days, and then going to provo. so he said he will get in contact with you
to do the pass off ahnd off. He is the nephew of the winegar family in
the stake.
Thanks for all of the letters. I dont have much time
with all the changes, but I truly love each and every one of you. I cant
send pictures here in this cyber, but I hope we can find another so that you
can get the full update on my week with visuals.
Tyler! So cool about armeninan. We sometimes eat
armenian things here... no se porque.... also Hna Dennis; brother in law served
in armenia and might have been your treacher. I dont know his name though,.
I love you all,
Love,
Hermana Woolley
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