Week 25

Sometimes mission is hard. Sometimes mission is very good and happy and you never want to stop feeling the way you do cause its so happy. This week was very happy. I don’t know if it’s the joy of motherhood or WHAT, but it’s been good stuff.

(lol, last transfer my fun friends were like ¨wow its so amazing to see how God magnifies you to fufill your calling¨ and I was like ¨lol can’t relate¨, but here I am, relating.) 

Anyways. oh, OH. Speaking of motherhood! Mi chichi! My baby! Her name is Hermana Ruiz! She´s from El Salvador! She´s the only member of the church in her family and she´s just great. She doesn´t speak a word of English and her Spanish is very different from Panamanian spanish but somehow things are going fine. 

I don´t think I have anything else to say this week except that I had the biggest epiphany of my life. Theres this train station/bus stop place that the whole time I´ve been here everyone calls ¨La Roozbel¨ and it made me mildly confused but I just rolled with it. But THEN, I was sitting and I saw a sign that said ¨Roosevelt¨ and my mind just exploded. 

Thats all, thank you.

Hermana Tolman

Me with Hermana Johnson, one of our mission financial secretaries who's going home this transfer :'(

Some homemade tembleque that a woman who we teach gifted to us (tembleque are these beaded hair accessories that women wear in their hair as part of the traditional Panamanian dress..google it, its cool!)

My District Leader and his companion LOVED Carlos when they came to do his baptismal interview and my District Leader is finishing his mission so he decided to leave ALL his ties as a gift to newly-baptized Carlos!

Me with one of our neighborhood friends, Zelena