We are still looking for other promising investigators, we have been teaching, and most of the time they are willing to let is keep teaching them, but they don't have any desire to change, and repentance and accepting the restored gospel in your life is really a change. We've had a pretty good week, but a rough one as far as time to work, mon we went to the office, and then I went on divisions with Hna Montalvan and Hna Woods stayed in the house with our post op Hna(Hna Montalvan's comp) and then tues we actually got to work all day, and we taught 9 lessons.(that is a lot for us in a day) Wednesday we had District meeting, then we worked for a few hours and then we went to the temple open house, which was great, it is such a wonderful blessing to have a temple here in El Salvador. THe office elders are really busy sorting through the references from the temple, as well as all the other things that they have to do.
Anyway we got back from the temple at about 1030, and went to bed, and then thursday we had our weekly planning and our interviews with president. And then we got to work for a few hours afterward. TOday is P day and we finally got to clean the house :D and we get to buy more food. Also we have a few other things we want to look for, and we decided yesterday we are going to eat PIZZA! (you can't imagine how excited we are to eat Pizza)
I love the days that we get to work in the area all day, and I love being a missionary. I am glad that our days aren't all the same, I really do like changes, and the healthcare thing has been changes. THe missionaries are pretty healthy right now, a few colds, and some bad food, but nothing really severe this week. My phone has been pretty quiet, which is nice because we didn't really have very much time to work on anything healthcare in the AMs this week.
I am loving learning so much about the gospel. The mission really has helped me see that there really is not grey, either we are putting God first in our lives, and being exactly obedient to all the commandments, or He isn´t really our first priority. And when we say things like, I don't have time to go to church or read my scriptures, we are really saying, I don't have time to dedicate to God. We are showing our lack of faith that he is all powerful, and we are failing our test here on the earth. 'And we will prove them herewith, to see if they will do all things whatsoever the Lord their God shall command them` Abr 3:25.
I love the quote from last conference by Elder Christofferson, he said, 'True success in this life comes in consecrating our lives—that is, our time and choices—to God’s purposes. In so doing, we permit Him to raise us to our highest destiny.' That is what we are all to do, to be obedient we have to choose to use our time in this life to what he wants us to do. And there we will have success.
SOmeone sent Hna woods a poem By Longfellow, that is really great,
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
I liked it a lot.
My time is up, Love y'all,
Hna Allen
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