Hey Family and Friends,
This week was great! There were some ups this week, and definitely some downs, but that's how the mission is, right?
So we interrupted an investigator's Bible study class on accident and ended up joining a 25 minute closing prayer. 25 minutes! KNEELING! Elder Santa Cruz and I stumbled to our feet and then after saying goodbye to everyone they decided to "pray over us" before we left for our next appointment. They then formed a, what I would call cult-like, circle around us and all began to pray simultaneously for our safety. It was caring and all, but I couldn't get over them surrounding us all and murmuring for our protection. Oh, good ol' Kansas.
Sunday night we had dinner with the Roman Family and they invited Gigi--a friend that they had given a copy of the Book of Mormon to a month or so back. Well, after being our charming missionary selves, and having a fun time, we shared a quick lesson and asked if Gigi and her husband would be interested in meeting with us sometime this week. They responded that they already had their own church and we're grateful for the offer, but it wasn't for them. Man, that hurt. After working with the members, doing everything that we thought possible, we still got shot down. I left the dinner with a bad taste in my mouth, not from the food of course, those burritos were to die for, but for the fact that the Romans were so excited for Gigi and were praying so much, but it didn't work out. I wasn't feeling bad for myself, but for my friends, the Romans. That's one thing that I've learned on my mission so far. Love. I never thought that I would come to love people--investigators, members, companions, family--so much. I want the best for them always. I wouldn't be here without them and that's why I thank my Father in Heaven everyday for those that He has placed in my life. Hopefully, some of you can pull something from this experience also, I know I have
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