The life of a missionary...

Sooooo.... this week sucked. I´m glad i came here just at this time though, cause it can only get better from here! We had an amazing week planned, with what we thought were tons of great investigators.. and we taught five or six lessons this week. Everyone just either didn't want us back, forgot we had a lesson, sent their kid to say they weren't home, or didn't have time. mostly, they just didn't want to hear from us. I cant even tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep this week. Oh wait, I can. 7. It was rough.. Super rough. So yesterday, when EVERYONE we planned on teaching fell through, we had a huge talk. We felt we needed to drop all our investigators that weren't progressing. We only have One. Leonardo Sanchez! Super stellar kid, and he is super excited! He came to church yesterday and loooved it. We are keeping another investigator just because it is a special case. She is pregnant and wants to leave her boyfriend, but he wont let her and is a alcoholic. Long story short, He is manipulative. But God still loves him! It was a hard decision, and we cried lots of tears, but this is the mission! We have come to love these people, but they don´t want it. We have no other option. Tomorrow we decided to spend the day knocking doors. We have one appointment scheduled, but other than that, we are knocking! The members are super helpful when we have someone to teach, but they dont have anyone for us to teach... so they say. 

I´m understanding Spanish way good! I can understand about 70 percent of what I hear, and about 85 percent of what I read, but speaking.. Eh. Ill get there! haha It´s a process, and it cant be learned all at once! My companion is so wonderful! She is teaching me so much, and we have so much fun together! We work well together, and she always helps me when i cant remember something. She helps me in the streets with memorization and other Spanish vocab, so it´s awesome. 

The people here love my hair... and my eyes. They call me Barbie.... hahah It cracks me up. I decided to grow my hair back out... I seriously miss it. haha. It was pouring almost all week. Then the time would come to leave the apartment, and it would clear up! Tender mercies all over the place! 

The best part of this week, is that I never felt alone. At times when I would be struggling to fall asleep, caught up in my own thoughts, crying and pleading with my Father in Heaven to help us find new people to teach, to help me with the language, to help my companion, to help me be the best missionary i can be... In these times, I never felt alone. Not even for a second. I could almost feel someone else with me. It has been the strongest feeling... and I dont ever want to lose it. This is the lord´s work, and he wont let me fail!