Life in the CCM

 

The CCM is just one trial after another, but the lord seems to be helping me. This last week one of the guys in my district asked me what I pictured when I prayed, his logic was to see what we were picturing so that I knew my prayers weren't going anywhere. I never really thought about it like that. I figured they were sent directly to heaven and I always knew that. I tried it that night though. I started off thinking of God and I had a really clear image of him sitting on His throne with Jesus on his right hand side. I approached them and speaking to God I thanked him for just about everything, I felt like I was standing in front of him so I wanted to be as grateful as possible. Then after sometime I knew I had questions for him and so I asked those. Then when I wanted to ask him for blessing I totally hesitated, why ask God for any more than he has given me so far? But then I asked and when I did I started sobbing. I didn’t want to wake up my roommates who had just fallen asleep so I was covering up my mouth but I still made those crying sounds. I felt a little embarrassed but I know I was crying because I could feel the spirit testifying to me of what I was doing was right and that God always listens to our prayers. It wasn’t a dream, more like an in between state, but wrote it down already.  You should still send some donuts, like next week.  Happiness is hard to come by here.  Either you are tired and angry or overwhelmed by the spirit and about to cry. 

Other than that this week has been pretty normal. I seem to be doing better with my companion but I realized that my trial of getting a really annoying companion was mistaken. Mostly, because I got a companion who is exactly like dad. Yeah I know its even more of a trial. The language is dificil as usual. We have to teach our teachers as if the are investigators about two/three times a week and its brutal because they take every mistake we made and make sure to tell us. Also I'm constantly getting picked on by my teachers and classmates and have the time its for saying the prayer.  I never even have prayer face. I was talking to this one teacher who was helping me with grammar and he said he likes the word endure in Spanish better because in English it means being strong enough to get though something but in Espanol it means to work hard until the trial is over. I traded a couple ties with this guy who had really good sense in style of neckwear as i do. It was really hard to say goodbye but were definitely going to be friends after the mission so I can get them back.

        

Uncle Pat and Aunt Suzy came for a visit!

Mexico City Temple