Dear,Well, these past two weeks were a wreck. Two weeks ago, Elder Walker and I were in Kearny, rushing to do our normal missionary labors, and struggling to clean the apartment for the new sister missionaries in Kearny, and shoveling the 16" snow, and preparing the information that the new sisters are going to need, and saying goodbye to Hna. Basantes and her family, Gma. Jackie, and the Pesantez family. I totally didn't cry at all. 7 months in Kearny....
But now I'm excited to immerse myself in police sirens every 5 minutes, loud conversations in front of stores, and hip hop blaring from every other car. As a plus, the Bloods and Crips got our backs!
When we came into the house, we were greeted by a family of Nigerians. They were so nice and got us excited to teach Manuel. He invited us to his room and took off the hookah from the center table/box. We sat on the floor of that chairless room with turf and he offered us some carrot cake. It was good. He sat on the floor across from us in an awkward mermaid pose and began firing questions, some of which were about how we can be promoted to President of the Church. We told him that it is by revelation and he kept asking how to be good enough to be voted into presidency. We bore witness to him about the reality of modern revelation and left.
I am amazed at how much I am reminded that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true every time I or someone else bears testimony. The Church is true and changes lives!