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We Learned a Ton

Well, another week has passed. We have had a great week. We learned a ton.

This is because the week started out bad. We had two rough days, Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday night was the change. My companion said he was going to have faith that the investigators would be in the appointments and that they would keep the commitments and dared me to do the same. From that point on, everything went a lot better. It wasn´t perfect, but we were able to have success that we haven´t had in the month we´ve been here.
The guidance from the Spirit got stronger with our faith and several times this week I´ve felt it. I´ll just share one example. We were in Stake conference, hoping that our best new investigator, a college student named José, would finally arrive after missing church the first two Sundays. We waited and waited and he didn´t show, but I felt like it would be all right, and that he´s show up. Elder Herrick said the same thing, that he felt like it would be okay. Later, halfway through the conference, I felt a small impression that I needed to get up and look outside to see if he was there. I shrugged it off, thinking that as missionaries, we need to be good examples of reverence and that if he was there, he would come in. I really didn´t think it was the Spirit.
When the conference ended, we both felt that he was there, somewhere, and that we just hadn´t seen him yet. we went outside to wait for him in the crowd. As soon as we stepped outside, we saw him seated on a garden bench in front of the chapel. He had arrived in the middle of the conference and didn´t have the courage to enter. He basically arrived in the moment when I felt that I should look.
He didn´t enter and I didn´t follow the guidance, but we learned a whole lot more and our confidence in the Lord grew as well. Next time, we won´t blow it.
Also, an interesting note: There aren´t many Indians here in the coast outside a few small towns, so I´ve never had contact with them, but now we´re teaching an Indian woman. She speaks Spanish pretty well and can even read (a little), but it´s a little tough to understand her culture and vice versa. She attended church yesterday, but it looks like she´s going back to her people for a visit this week (probably for a while, to pick coffee). She wears a long white robe all the time, but I don´t know what her tribe is called. I can´t understand when she tells us what her language is called.
Well, that´s my report. Now to answer Mom’s questions:  the name Valledupar has Dupar in it, which I think is French, but Valle is valley. We are in a valley in the mountains (and that´s why it´s a little cooler than Barranquilla. But just a little). We´re still close to the ocean and there´s a river nearby, so there´s still a lot of fish to eat, but I think it is a little more costly.
I guess that´s all, then, and I´m hungry.
hasty lumbego, entonces,

Elder Belú

 

 

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