Let me preface this post by saying that Sister Edwards has lost her filter on what to say and not say. She told me that when she comes home I will have to retrain her……. So enjoy and it is OK to giggle or laugh because she is doing the same thing.
Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2014 16:59:54 -0600
Wahoooooooo! I am here again to tell the good people of you all the happenings in the life of Hermana Edwards.
Well this week was another wonderful week in beautiful Guatemala. I love Guatemala. We had a whole lot of sun and just a Little bit of rain and I touched a dead hámster……. but that is besides the point.
Like always those little pesky stomach bugs laid eggs inside my stomach so I was hurtin a little bit this week…… but I could not stay home because our leaders put the goal of 20 new investigators on us….. and well I run a Little bit competitive so I had to find more than 20 so laying on the bathroom floor was not an option. We went out and visited a member to leave with us and when she saw me she said “mija you look a Little Green” and I said thanks. She then decided to take me to some witch doctor to help cure me. I really love the people here they always just want to make us feel good but there is a reason why I do not have visits with witch doctors. And I will tell you now my experience. So we go to this womans house who lives right on the ocean and she looks at me and feels my arm and tells me I have holes but she has a cure. The woman laid me right down on her bed and starting brewing up some sort of beverage for me to drink. She walked over and said drink it quick and don’t throw up. I looked at my comp and she looked a Little White (and she is Brown). Needless to say I was a little nervous. So I drank that drink as quick as a tiger kills a baby gazelle (fast). As we were walking home my stomach just hurt so bad ( I personally blame the witch doctor) and then it hit like a ton of bricks. I looked at my comp and said we need to get to the house quick…. I am going to lose it. So we jumped on a bus and got home and well I could not leave the bathroom. And honestly that is not too bad, the bad part was we had our zone leaders coming along with a senior couple in our misión to inspect our apartment and well Hermana Edwards was stuck in the bathroom…… that is cute. The next day we had to travel an hour out to a meeting with our zone and Hermana Edwards had to diaper it up…… not kidding. That is when I decided to call the nurse and she just laughed when I told her what was going on. But don’t worry good people I am all cleaned up and without a diaper and with 23 new investigators….. stomach bugs ain’t got nothin’ on me.
From a dead hámster to days in the bathroom our week was still not done. Saturday we had plans for a baptism and I was so excited. We had been working with this girl for quite awhile now. Saturday we were set and ready to go and she did not show up…….. My heart broke and my comp was ticked. We called and called and called and por fin some one answered. Her grandma told us that she could not be baptized that day……. well thanks for the heads up. Needless to say we were pretty bummed. So we left the capilla just a little sad. When we were walking in the streets we ran into one of my favorite people that is not a member. This man has throat cáncer so he cannot talk very well. But he always has his box of cigarrettes and his bottle of whiskey. When he saw me he had a huge smile on his old wrinkled face. I looked at him and said “Grandpa no more smoking or drinking you are going to die” and he said I know I know. He then told me he looks forward to seeing me in the street because when he sees me he feels something different, he feels happy. I think it is because I am the only person that has taken alcohol out of his hands, but that is besides the point. Honestly seeing this man was just a little bit of hope and it got me thinking.
This man who smokes and who drinks was that little bit of hope I needed on Saturday to remind me of my purpose. I feel at times we hear all of the stories of how other people feel hope and we expect to get those same messages and if we do not receive them we think we are doing something wrong. But kids that is not how it Works. I received a sweet message from and old man in the Street the smelled of tobacco. I know that you all are receiving messages too, every day, but maybe they are not in the way that you were expecting them. From the almost 9 months that I have had here in Guate I have learned a Little more to look for those messages. I think after living a good amount of time with people that are so humble it is easier for me to see all that is good in the world because there is a lot. Sometimes dead hamsters come our way or days on the toilet, but that will never ever define us and we do not have to dwell on that. We just have to look for good. We need to hope on and journey on and everything will be fine. Well that is really all that I got. I hope you all have a fabulous week! I love you all!
Si pues patojos estoy aqui como siempre.
This week has probably been one of the best weeks of my mission…… and I
did not even get to go to the capital….. mira pues. My cute comp and I
are working our tails off. In one week we have hit the record for our
area of lessons taught and also of new investigators…… We really have
been so blessed. We definitely are working hard but at the same time I
have never had sooo much fun.
Remember last week how I told you we are going to learn Garifuna….. yeah
that is happening…… real slow….. but it is happening nonetheless.
We have been studying from this Bible that some one gave to me. We spent
hours contacting every black perosn in the street and with much work comes much reward….. I am the proud owner of a free Bible in Garifuna! WAHOO It is definitely a lot harder than Spanish to read but that is okay. My
phrase for the week is “Bungu wama” which means “God is with us”. So thats a start.
This past week we also spent some time contacting the menos activos and a
good portion of them were in the capilla yesterday. What a blessing that
is. Out were I am right now we have a boatload of menos activos. It is
kind of sad because at one point these people had the testimony to be
baptized and make these covenants with God….. but for some reason or
another they lose their sight on what is important. I have this one
member who was inactiva before I came and after working with her for sometime she is at the capilla almost every Sunday but she has a son that is a member but has lost his sight. I was talking with her and she is so sad
that her son is fallen, but I know that he will come back as long as she is
faithful. I believe strongly in the promises of the Prophets and they have
given us promises that if we are faithful we will not be lost and neither
will our family.
Well now that we have had our spiritual message of the day……. amen and
amen. But really this week has been fun. We have spent some time with the ocean and some time with friendly cats in the street and some time with
black people and some time with drunks. Basically we have spent a lot of
time out here in Puerto Barrios but I am grateful for that time spent
because we have done some good work. Anyways I hope that you all can spend some good time this week doing good things. Feel free to have some fun, talk with black people, learn Garifuna, make friends with the animals in
the streets and do good. Well that is the weekly message from Hermana
Edwards, over and out kids.
Hello world I am here again with the news from Guate!!! YIPPE
Well this past week we had a quick trip to the capital. We left Tuesday, and we were supposed to come back on Wednesday but as Guate would have it there was a big protest with the bus drivers so we hung out in the capital for one more night. But I had to say good bye to my Hermana Zuniga. I have been with that woman for 4 months, 4 MONTHS that is a long time. But do not even fret I got a new comp and she is from……. espere…… HONDURAS! Yeah otra Catracha. And man do I love this girl. We have the same time in the mission and we just have a jolly good time together.
Hermana Flores (my new comp) aka Sister Flowers and I have been serving in our area for just a few days together and they have probably been the funnest days in my mission. We work very hard and very diligently and very obediently and we smile and laugh. In the area that I am at right now we have a lot of black people that live here and they speak a different language and they dance punta. SO – yesterday we sent the whole day trying to contact every black person we know to try and teach us their language…… but we found out the Book of Mormon is not in Garifuna….., que mala onda…… but we will convert some of them I just know it. Yesterday amongst the hours of trying to learn Garifuna we spent hours walking up and down this street and every time we saw some one carrying anything we just picked up their load and carried it to their house. It was a really fun fun fun day.
Hermana Flores and I only have days together but we did hit a bump…. she got pick pocketed…… What in the world were they thinking…. they pick pocketed the Latina before the white person, maybe it was my Tinkerbell packback that made them change their mind…… Yeah she got her wallet and her money and her debit card and the copy of her passport stolen…… chambonas….. But all is well because we saw a bus of gringos and they took pictures of us….. we are famous with the old people here. But all around this week has been good.
Now I will share some little thoughts that I have been thinking of lately. Last week my dad told me to “grow where you are planted”. Well I wanted to tell that man that I choose where I am planted and then I will grow….. but it really does not work that way. Over a year ago when I turned in my mission papers I knew I was going to Austria…. I was choosing where I wanted to be planted…. but update I am living in Guatemala…. that is definitely not Austria. But honestly I would not have been planted anywhere else. The Gardner knows exactly what He is doing and He has a purpose as to where He puts His seeds. Sometimes we might run into big scary bugs or our roots might get tangled, but the Gardner knows.
So I guess here is when I am supposed to invite you guys to action. Clearly I do not know what is going on in your lives….. heck I do not even know what is going on in my own familys life, but I do know that we can grow where we are planted. Whatever is going on take this opportunity to grow. Know that I love you all and I love Guate a lot too. And I love my comp and I love rice and beans. I also love black people that speak Garifuna. And I love the ocean and the sun. Welp I hope you all have a wonderful growing week of goodness! I will talk to you all later!!!
Hello again, here we are to chat about the going ons in the life of Hermana Edwards
Well this week has been good. This past week was the last week my compa had in the misión…… isn’t that nuts…. people finish misions……
But first things first! Yesterday was Ground Hog day!!!! Yeah they do not celebrate that here….. but also it was my sister Ari’s birthday!!!! YAY FOR BIRTHDAYS!!!!!!!!!
Now lets get down to business. This past week I have spent some good time looking for investigators. We were walking in the street and walked past a man shoveling rocks. When I walked past him – something in my head said turn back and help him. So I asked him if I could help and he looked at me and said “a white person wants to shovel my rocks” (of course it was in Spanish) and I said, yes sir. And he passed my his shovel and I started. The man went inside and then came out with his boss. And his boss said “a White person is shoveling my rocks” I guess it was quite the site. But through that hour of shoveling rocks I found a new family to teach….. it was worth it.
But the day did not end there….
That day I felt as if I had the Liahona in my hands because things were just working out. Until I almost got hit by a car. Man I was ticked….. but I continued to walk and the man in the car yelled “Hermanas” so we turned back. He then asked if we knew where we could buy a cot. Mind you it is 7 at night so all of the stores are closed. We said no and he looked so sad. I asked him why he needed it and he said well me and my comp are looking for a bed because the representative for institute and seminary of Central America is in Prison…… yeah take that one in. I then asked who was his comp and then he replied one of the área seventies. And then I offered my bed, I just cannot imagine this member from Honduras that is sleeping on the prison floor. So my bed spent a few nights in prison….. I guess that is pretty neat…… or weird……. But I helped some people out so that is good, right dad?
Well this week I will be saying bye to my comp. She will be heading out to Honduras. But I will be recieving a new one. I am soooooooooooooo excited! I can hardly wait. There is a lot of potential in my área and I can see a little bit of what the Lord has planned. Anyways, things are good. I have my bed back, I am getting a new comp, and the Church is still true, what more can you ask for? Anyways I love you all and hope your beds dont have to spend the night in prison! Have a good one folks and talk to you later! CHAUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!