A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
...When I have the companion I do?
This week has been very musical; no other word in the English Language can describe it. It's due mostly to my companion, a music major from Magna, Utah who cannot stop herself from escaping melody of any sort. Just on Sunday, we performed at seven different occasions, five different songs. And just yesterday, we sang quite a few farewell songs to the lovely Hermanas who departed the CCM this morning. At one point, my Hermana felt impressed to sing to a district of elders all the way down the hall, stuffed in a simulated house-room. When we walked in, most of them were crying, they had been laughing so hard. Or perhaps it was from the smell...... in fact, I'm pretty sure they were laughing about certain gaseous emissions from their bodies (oh elders). I didn't want to sing to them, mostly because no one appreciates a good song when they're still stuck on the last joke. My Hermana insisted however and we sang to them whether they liked it or not. They chuckled once or twice during the first two verses, but by the end they were all feeling that strong presence we call the Holy Ghost. It was a wonderful experience to share with these elders and with my companion.
We're down to 17 Hermanas here at the CCM, in comparison to 140 elders. Needless to say, life is never dull. It's great to see how we all change as time goes by, the young ones learning how to stay awake, the older ones teaching them how to be funny ;) we have a grand old time here at the CCM. What helps the most is that we love love lOVE making jokes with the teachers, but we can only do it in Spanish for them to understand why it's funny. It not only helps us learn Spanish more quickly, but it also develops a bond of kindred ship betwixt all of us.
I now know why I'm here at the CCM!!! I thought I knew a few weeks ago when I got here, but now I really know!! There is an Elder by the name of Sandoval, who hails from the love country of Canada. He came in with us four weeks ago, but already knew Spanish. He left this morning to his mission somewhere in Guatemala. However, one day everyone went around in this huge circle of people and said where they were from and where they were going. I think I've mentioned before that I'm the only person going to the North mission in Nicaragua. Anywho, after 60 people had announced their hometown and their mission, we were dismissed. No sooner had the circle of people broken up then I was immediately pulled to one side by this Elder Sandoval. His face was alight with excitement as he told me of his family he had never met, seen, or heard from that lived in my mission in Nicaragua. Not only was he desperate to get in contact with them, they are not members of the church! I was glad to hear his tale, but didn't think much of it until last night when I was once again chased down by this elder. He looked at me very seriously and said "Hermana Beatty, here is all the information my mom and I have concerning our family who lives in the Leon, Nicaragua. Everything I know about them is on this paper. I give this to you with the hope that you will teach them! My mom considers you a vessel in which you will teach her family of this wonderful plan of happiness. Please don't forget them! Please find them!".......................... Alright, if he hadn't have been so earnest, I would've chuckled and said sure, but I knew that he trusted me with this sacred calling. As I took the paper from his hand, I considered it the most precious gift I had yet received for my mission. Here were people waiting for me, waiting for someone sent by their nephew Carlos Sandoval to teach them the gospel. That's why I'm here, for no one else at the CCM is being sent to North Nicaragua. Had I been at the Mexico MTC, the hopes of Elder Sandoval and his mother would've been mere fancies of the mind, never likely to come into reality.
I testify God has a plan for each of us. An INDIVIDUAL plan that cannot be thwarted by any amount of devils. This work is Holy and sanctified by our Father in Heaven. If it were not, how could such miracles as these be?
hola! I'm Naomi and I love reading, my amazing family, and the color green.