On
Monday I broke Murphy's Law. I had lost my Bible about three months ago right
when I got to Patagonia, and this week a lot of members went on a big trip to
the temple, where they have the resource center to buy things from the church
like scriptures and such. Well, after using one of those mini orange and blue
New Testaments that the evangelists always passed out on my walk home from
Alamitos intermediate which I conveniently found on the sidewalk one Bible-less
day, I decided my Bible wasn't going to turn up. And on Monday, my Stake
President was going to leave to go to the temple and I decided I would ask. But
on his way to his house I decided no...I'll think about it and call him later.
Well, we went to a family night and beebeebeeeeeeeEEE!!! The Hermano was
teaching from MY bible!!! hahahah ...so after everything I received my Bible.
Woo!!!! And it wasn't awkward either, just funny. But I think this is the first
time in my whole life that I broke Murphy's Law!!!! Woooooooo!!! And now I have
a Bible!!!! And now I am kind of regretting spending so much time explaining a
story that could be said so simply in one sentence, but no importa. Okay and so
I shall move on to next imaginary bullet point in my head.
This Tuesday at our
meeting with missionaries, we found out we would be going to Torres de Paine
this Monday!!!!! One of the most amazing wonders of the world. But both Hna.
Mota's and my cameras were full almost to the brink of photos. So we received
permission to go to the ciber next to our apartment and transfer our photos to
the other memory cards or flash drives we had. (Hermana Mota had to email her
family about a medical situation so I was in charge of transferring the fotos
in the time she used to email them).
Well, ah....
Apparently, cute little virus was hungry and I lost all my fotos. All of them.
On both my extra memory card and my camera card. And all of the fotos that Hna.
Mota had of Patagonia.
AHH!
I don't really know
what to say about this. Just that I am so regretful that I hardly sent ANY to
you. And now I don't have anything. Aaaagh. Hermana Mota finished up her e-mail
and we both put our cameras away and went on with the day. Well so we went on
with the day because we had work to be done. And I remember having just a hole
in my heart! And it was really frustrating me because why should photos matter
so much?! But I just kept telling myself that it's alright, there is a nice
comfy bed that will be waiting to comfort my sad heart. Ha well that night I
could hardly sleep. I felt sick to my stomach and all that my dreams were just
replaying of me putting my card into the virus infected computer and the ''If
only...'' situations. AAGH! I woke up just feeling sad and decided for my
personal study I would read about Job. What a man. I laughed out loud when I
read his words, ''When I say, my bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my
complaint, Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through
visions.'' HA! Yeah, Job was looking forward to his bed too... hahaha Well,
after reading Job's painstaking, but remarkable story, I decided losing fotos
isn't even a thimblefull of what Job had to lose.
So we left for another
awesome day of missionarying. As we passed by the outskirts of the
neighborhoods, Okay brace yourselves because I still don't believe it, Wilson
was walking from the brush wasteland to come and greet us as he always does and
got kicked by a cow. He whimpered and ran away. And I haven't seen him since.
You know that scene in Cast Away when Tom Hanks loses his volleyball Wilson in
the sea and is yelling out to Wilson? Yeah. Inside of my mind I was a screaming
Tom Hanks yelling Wilson. Literally. Ironically enough, I didn't know naming my
true and faithful husky Wilson would put such a curse on him, and now it's
almost been a week and I haven't seen Wilson.
Oh but it's okay I
have pictures with him. Wait. . . no. :(
One of our
investigators, Juan, also knows Wilson because he lives close to the hangabouts
of him. On Thursday Juan asked us if we had seen Wilson, (yeah he calls him
Wilson too. It's awesome :)) And when we told him what happened, he said the
most ''comforting'' words for a Mormon missionary missing her dog could hear
''Well, in your country, get a new husky and hope that it's Wilson
reincarnated.'' And apparently Juan still believes in reincarnation. . .
Well so somehow I got
to the point that I didn't wince every time I thought about my lost fotos. Oh
familia. I had so many amazing fotos, just the greatest and oh just AMAZING
fotos. And I don't know why I didn't ever send them to you! Mine eyes have seen
the glory of the end of the world and I guess that's the way it will just be.
There's a scripture in Jacob 7 when Sherem is contending with Jacob and says No
one knows what is to come, but in Spanish it says ''Nadie sabe todo lo que está
por venir'' And all though it is coming out of the mouth of an apostate bad guy,
my companion and I have used this scripture to comfort our sad little
fotorobbed hearts because in Punta Arenas there is a part named Por Venir that
you have to cross for boat to get to and we had met it, and had pictures and
well now we don't. So we know Por Venir but I guess you all won't. haha
BUT I was grateful
that at least I'll be taking more amazing fotos NOW of Torres de Paine. . . And
then on Friday the leaders called us and said as of Friday, we do not have
permission to travel to Torres De Paine. Welp. My companion enjoyed laughing. a
lot. About the way life happens sometimes. Okay this is going to sound cheesy,
but this has really helped me change to be a better missionary. It has.
Hahaha It's alright!
In the words of Job, ''I know that my Redeemer liveth!'' Okay now family I am
not trying to compare myself to Job because losing your mission fotos is
nothing. But I'm grateful for Job. Because his story is amazing and after
losing everything he knew he still had the knowledge that his
Redeemer lives. And it's true Christ lives and I love sharing this message with
people.
This week was great
nonetheless! We taught Angelica and invited her to come to our postre
(dessert?) Activity this Friday and she came! With her daughter!!! And she even
cooked cupcakes and entered into the contest! I cooked banana bread and Mom's
cinammon rolls. They were a hit. And Angelica is SO great!
This Saturday the
missionaries of Punta Arenas put on a devotional and guess what, the half of us
were sick throwing up, but we all went and made it through. We all sang in a
choir of the 24 missionaries and I know that Heavenly Father really takes care
of us because not one of us threw up during the devotional even though 10
minutes before a bunch of us were in the bathrooms having a fun party...
hahaha
It was on the
Restoration and the spirit strongly testified of the truthfulness of the gospel
and the amazing love of God. I love this gospel. I love how the spirit
enlightens an open mind with new understanding every day! Joseph Smith was
called of God. This gospel is true. I know it. And the spirit bears witness of
it every day.
Hmmm well I don't
really know what else to say.
I sincerely love you
all! And I have had the Davey Crockett theme song stuck in my head for an
entire month now. I didn't even know I knew it... But it's a good 'un!
Daveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Davey Crocket!
I love you more than
my superdeeduperamazing missionary fotos of the end of the world that I
selfishly want back to show you the amazing things I've seen and the amazing
people I've met.
Love,
Hermana Olson
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