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“California Rose” by Roy Rogers (from the movie “Son of Pale Face”) Changes occurred today. I, however am still in my beloved Chichigalpa. I’ve received a new companion a very beautiful Hermana called Hermana Palencia. She’s a bright El Salvadoran whose mom is from Mexico and her dad from Los Angeles. And her grandparents are from Honduras. So, she’s kind of Latino. But I think I shall call her my California Rose because she is so blasted beautiful, outside and in. This past weekend was super crazy. Mostly because Miguel (if you don’t remember him, review last week’s letter) is no where to be found. This weekend was supposed to be his confirmation, but you can only be confirmed if you are present in the congregation. It was really rough. Mostly because we work so hard to help these people have a better life, to help them be happier, and their own stupid choices get in the way. I bet that is how our Heavenly Father feels most of the time. He just wants us to be happy! Something funny that happened this week,. I’m walking down the street with Hna. Leon and we see this guy on the corner, a rather average man. Well, He’s walking towards us when he suddenly hops down into a hole. It came up to his ribs. But then we see that he’s unbuckling his pants. Rather quickly the whole rest of him disappeared in the hole, doing his business. Hermana Leon looked at me and said, “hey, there is a guy pooping in that hole in the street in Chinandega, in Nicaragua”. “Yep” I replied. Maybe that kind of stuff happens every day, but, I feel like it’s a rather rare occurrence to actually witness it. Hooray for abnormalities and rare passing’s. We also passed a bar and the TV that was in the window was definitely playing an all to familiar Darth Vader breathing. I had no idea that there was a new Star Wars coming out. It seems crazy that you could make such an awesome series even more awesome. Thanks to modern technology. But that one will just have to wait for a different day, when I’m in a house in Utah and not passing by a bar in Nicaragua. We also saw the lovely baptism of Alondra this past weekend. Her whole family are members of the church, she was just never baptized. We invited her to do so and she told us no, because she wasn’t perfect. But then we went to General Conference and heard Elder Dale G. Renlind say, “A saint is a sinner who keeps on trying”. And so she realized she could only have the chance to become perfect if she got baptized. It was a very beautiful service and I could really feel the spirit. I’m so happy for her. But I just keep thinking about this whole “keep trying” quote. I give myself an interview. Am I still trying? Do I let the Savior pick me up when I fall? I hope we each let Him help us. Just keep trying! --Hermana Beatty PS I don’t know why this is popping into my brain, but on the movie “Meet the Robinsons” there is a part where everyone sings and shouts and there are signs and fortune cookies that say “keep moving forward”. Maybe you can imagine that little fiesta in your mind the next time you feel low. *Finally saying goodbye to my H-town buddy Elder Smith, off he goes to Managua!
* When I mixed this drink mix together, I began to sing to myself ¨I´m stirring and stirring my brew ¨oh how witchy I am. ha ha
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