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A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
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It was red and yellow and green and black and scarlet and brown and oaker and peach and ruby and olive and violet and mauve and chocolate and fawn and liver and something and green and crimson and silver and gold and azure and lemon and russet and grape and… Sorry for the long subject line, but I promise its leading somewhere.
I was teaching one of our investigators and after the lesson we asked if he had any questions. He said no, but he wanted to tell us something. Sure, sounds good, we said. So he launches into this really long narrative and I thought he was telling a story, but then it got really weird and he was talking about the TV having black and white snakes and at this point I just thought my Spanish was going clear out of whack. But at the end of it all, he asked if Satan was trying to stop him from getting baptized. OK........none of that made sense in my brain, whatever you just said, but I´m sure Satan does not want you to get baptized. We left five minutes later, me just as confused as ever. When I got home, I just looked at my companion, perplexed and asked, ¨What in the world was Milton saying?¨ She laughed and said that he had told us his dream he had the night before. Apparently, people here think that missionaries have this special ability to interpret dreams (which is totally not true, by the way). I´m just glad that he still wanted to be baptized. Maybe colors are just so stark against my skin that people think I have a technicolored coat or something.... I do look handsome and smart and am sometimes a work of art (shout out to Donny) This investigator, Milton, did end up getting baptized on Sunday. While we were waiting to start, we sang, because that´s what Nica members love to do. We start singing, but we sang so many songs, I could not contain my laughter any longer. They just sing so loud and so........ LOUD....... and....... different...... but I love them so much. My companion said that they would think I was rude if I kept laughing, so I just shut my trap and smile-hummed the rest of the meeting :) (notice that I finally found the colon on this keyboard) Milton´s baptism was beautiful. He was so ready and it was amazing to see him come up out of the water, to see him so clean. My favorite part was when he came up to us after and just shook our hands, saying, I’m so so so happy, I´m so so so clean¨. When he said this, I just wanted to go baptize the whole country so they could feel as happy as Milton. Learning Spanish has been a little rough, mostly because I don´t get to hear it as much as I would like. However, I was studying the other day, vocab, like I always do, and I came across a word ¨morder¨which means ¨to bite¨. No matter how many times I read it and tried to remember, I couldn´t. Eventually, I just stared at it, determined to engrave it in my memory. During this time of unproductiveness, I noticed that this word looked familiar, almost like a word in English that I knew very well. This English word seemed to escape my mind, but to my mind came the suggestion that I say it in a low, dark voice. I did ¨Morder¨. That was close. I did it again. ¨Morder¨... And then it came to me. ¨MORDOR´, home of Sauron and his evilness. How appropriate, for he loves to bite away all that is good in Middle Earth. Needless to say, I have not forgotten that word to this day. (That was for all nerds of this earth) Lastly, we are really pushing this one family to get baptized. They have been going to church for such a long time and they are the cutest family ever. We had such a spiritual experience with them when we were in their home one night. Our lesson was on prophets, but when my companion went to show them the picture of Thomas S. Monson we had cut out of the Ensign, the picture fell to the ground. And what should land face up but the reverse picture, of the Salt Lake City Temple in all its glory. One question led to another, and before we knew it, we were bearing our testimonies of the reality of forever families. They are forever. Every family can be. It is only in and through our Lord Jesus Christ that this is possible. So even if you feel like you don´t want to choose the right for yourself, choose the right for your family, so they don´t have to spend forever without you. I LOVE MY FAMILY SO MUCH!!! ESPECIALLY THIS GRAND SPIRITUAL FAMILY WE ARE ALL APART OF! so, hug your mom, dad, brother, sister, son, daughter, cousin, niece, nephew, aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa. And tell them you love them. And that you can´t wait for that awesome party we´ll all have in heaven. That is all. Hermana Beatty
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