A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality...
What a blessed week this has been!
I had realized almost four weeks ago that I really don´t look pretty in this weather. As you may have seen in the few photos I´ve sent, this whole Central-America world does not get along with my skin or hair. In fact, it´s rather embarrassing when we have meetings with President; and I literally feel like a lion in a skirt. However, we had a reunion with President this past week. Imagine it: there I was, in all my glory, hair literally flying everywhere with my skin gleaming from sweat. I sat down and immediately began to fan myself with a pamphlet. The Hermana that sat next to me introduced herself and we chatted for a second. She then said "Usted es valiente". What? …I´m courageous? Thank you Hermana that I just met? I asked her what she said and she just repeated it. Still confused, I turned to her companion, who explained "she thinks you look exactly like Merida, from Brave"........ .......... Thank you random Latina Hermana I just met :) if that´s what I really look like, I suppose I can survive my looks for 16 more months
*Note: today is my cumplimes, exactly two months have I been a missionary.... Just so you know :)
To close this comparatively short email, I want to tell you that we have a rat in our house...... I never knew I could hate a thing so much as I hate that rat..... In the famous but somewhat revised words of Mad Madam Mim, "I hate [rats]!!! I hate, hate, hate, [them]!!!". This rat had been plaguing us for close to two weeks. A member gave us a cage to trap it in. And never before had I prayed so hard for death to come to an animal. I slept, and when I awoke, I timidly poked my head through the door and looked into our kitchen. In the shadows of the early morning, the cage was definitely closed, but I knew not if anything had been trapped in it. I cautiously crept up and shook the cage a little with my toe. And from the abyss of the corner, out sprang a clawing, hissing creation of ugliness. It ran to and fro, trying to escape, all the while showing it´s little white teeth and cramping it´s long, long tail in the corners of the cage.
There it stayed while we waited for a member to come get rid of it. While I watched it´s futile attempts (simultaneously making pancakes), Lots of things ran through my mind. For example, Ron Weasley and Peter Pettigrew, Ripacheep of Narnia, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Secret of Nihm. But interestingly enough, the one that stuck to me the most was not from a movie at all, but from real life. The night before, our investigator had told us of a horrifying experience she had with dark things in her life. Who knows if her story of Spirits and devils is true, but I do know that Satan is real. He knows that this plan of salvation will make us happier than we´ve ever been. And he knows that if he can make us doubt, he can slowly tumble our tower of faith. So, just like this Rat, We need to trap Satan in a box, pray that he will not have power over us, and see his lies for the disgusting untruths that they are. And we need to call our brother, our Savior Jesus Christ, to come get this rat out of our lives so that we can again be happy, and one day return to live with God again.
Find him. Get rid of him.
hola! I'm Naomi and I love reading, my amazing family, and the color green.