The offices of the Guatemala City
South Mission have turned into a war zone.
In more ways then one I guess...
But principally because of a surprise-remodeling
project that was ordered by our friends over at the Area Offices. On Tuesday
morning, our Companionship Study hour was cut short by a call from the Maintenance
Department, saying that there were 12 construction workers waiting for us
outside of the mission offices, and that we should probably hurry up and let
them in.
From there, the rest of the week
followed suit. The workers wasted no time in starting their task, tearing out
all the carpet from below our feet as we tried to work, and laying down tile in
the vacant areas (we weren't too happy about that change, the offices are like
the only place in the whole country of Guatemala where I've found carpet..). As
the week progressed, we had to learn how to work around others as they worked
around us (literally). It was especially interesting to see the number of cockroaches
that had been hidden underneath the carpet as it was lifted out.
Cockroaches are the ultimate
survivor...and the pest of all pests. The purpose of their existence, aside
from wallowing in the world's filth, remains unknown. And yet, in spite of the
fact that nobody wants them around, their Darwinistic sense of survival is
inspiring, if not disgusting as well.
All I know is that they make me
squeal like a little girl whenever I see one.
And this week seemed to be plagued
by cockroaches of a spiritual race. Akin to the tangible type, these creatures
hide themselves in the dark and dank places of your soul, dormant, until the
moment when they bring themselves into the light.
Nephi warns us against pests such
as these when he said, "Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O
my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul."
Sometimes, the fiery darts of the
adversary aren't slung by catapults, with fanfare or a cavalry as the armies of
sin assemble in this spiritual War Zone...sometimes Satan destroys us from the
wet and dreary places that we leave empty in our own hearts. There, we let him
fill the space with a colony of Spiritual Cockroaches, ready to destroy us.
Things such as, bad attitudes,
gossip, lies, or secret sin begin to eat us alive, destroying us from the
inside.
But hope is found with the light of
the Holy Ghost and the Light of Christ, when our transgressions are made known
to us, a change must be made. Thought the atonement of Jesus Christ we are able
to squash these cockroaches and become better people.
Food for thought...I'm not really
sure why I have Cockroaches on the brain.
Aside from that, all the
remodeling, the week was pretty normal, my companion and I have started from
Zero again, finding new investigators and trying to get them to progress. We
had a Zone Council on Wednesday about how to become a Consecrated missionary.
It was a really interesting topic, and made me reflection a lot on what kind of
a missionary I truly am...
...am I consecrated? I would like
to say so!
...yeah, I think I'm consecrated.
The highlight of the week was on
Monday morning when President and Sister Stay invited us to their house to eat
breakfast. The meal was incredible, Sister Stay went all out for us, making chocolate,
chocolate chip waffles and french toast and...
A lot of really yummy stuff.
I’m glad that I’m starting to see some
progress in my area and that I am able to see the way that the Lord is helping
me to become a better version of the person I am!
The mission is great.
I sure love you all and hope that
you have a great week!
And watch out for Spiritual Cockroaches.
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