Yeah, I just read that from a kid’s book when I was standing up on the bus… don’t know why the Princess was eating hard cheese, but it caught my attention because the word NEVER was bolded and big and read.
Well, since my last letters were exceedingly boring, I’ll try and think of more interesting things to share today. The first pic is of me and sis Duarte with Elder Martino from the 70. He’s the leader of the Central American mission or mission president of Central America or something like that. The other one we’re at the zoo on P-Day. The other one is the Bonilla family. They’re one of my favorite families that I’ve met on the mission. (They’re members that help us a lot with referrals and rides,etc.)
Sister Duarte told me the other week that I remind her a movie she saw. She says my life is like a movie, that she’s never know anyone who’s had so many things happen to them… She said that one day because she got off the bus and I got up to follow, my backpack was stuck, the bus started going again so I had to shout for the bus to “WAIT!” and then when I got my backpack unstuck and ran off the bus I ran in front of a bike and almost got hit in front of everyone… she said it reminds her of a movie she saw with someone who is cursed with bad luck so dogs always chase him (like me on my bike) and he always breaks his keys when he tries to open the door (luckily that’s never happened to me yet). I guess that’s cool that my life is movie-worth disastrous… the only thing it lacks is some kind of conclusion to the chaos…
I lost my badge last week, so I had to wear my broken Spanish one (I actually have two Spanish badges that mysteriously broke inside my backpack once I’d stopped using them…) and I could NOT find my badge ANYWHERE. The next day when we were studying I kept praying that I would find my badge, and I was cleaning up a little, and put a Book of Mormon on my desk. About an hour after I’d been reading in personal study, I looked up and saw that my badge was on the Book of Mormon that I’d placed there before I started studying. I picked it up and made a face at Sister Duarte because she’s done that to me before–I lost something, she found it, and put it somewhere I’d find it without telling me.
“Where’d you find it?” she said.
I made another face.
“Where’d you find it?”
“WHEN did you put this here!? Where did YOU find it!?”
“I didn’t! You didn’t find it?”
We fought about that for about five more minutes until I finally believed that she really didn’t put it there. How did my badge get there?
The world will never know.
We are working with several families right now. One that our eternal investigator brought, another reference from the Bonillas, and a sister who’s wanted to get baptized for sometime now (Allison) and as Sister Duarte says, “She teaches us whenever we go to teach her.” We’re still working with the Orellano family, Samuel, and Alejandro, but all of them have problems with alcohol, so… we’ve got a lot to do for them.
Please don’t forget me in your prayers… even though I’m an old dying missionary I still need as much help as ever… and please pray for Allison, Karen and Peter to get married, the Orellana family, Samuel and Alejandro and the Guerra family. I can’t believe I only have as much time left as Hna Estrada had when she started working with me. Weird.
I’m excited about conference… I really have enjoyed reading the conference talks from last conference, it amazes me how much I miss when I listen… I seem to get a lot more out of reading, and it hits me more and more how awesome modern-day revelation is. People are always saying, “Another bible, a bible? We already have a bible! We need no more bible!” but really… there’s so much the prophets still have to teach us…
Love your guts,
Hermana Holladay