The Prayer

¨Home is behind you, the world is ahead...¨ J.R.R.Tolkein

I pray you'll be our eyes

And watch us where we go

And help us to be wise

In times when we don't know

Let this be our prayer

As we go our way

This week...hmmm...well I can't think of a word to describe it. It went slow and fast at the same time, I can't believe it's almost transfer time again. The week was a lot better than the last month has been. We found people to teach which is so good and it saves my feet. 

I went to the foot doctor the other day because I had some yucky ingrown toenails, he told me it's due to having my feet closed up in shoes all day and walking like crazy. At home I almost NEVER wear shoes, so my feet are punishing me for not letting them be free. The doctor had to cut a huge chunk of nail out on both sides...without pain med stuff. Not happy, Bob, but it had to be done. They still hurt quite a bit, I told him I have been putting tea tree oil on and he was like, "Whoa ,you have that? That is perfect, keep doing that." So yeah tea tree oil is a SUPER good thing to have on a mission, I use it for all kinds of stuff. 

Wednesday we went to the hospital for a thing about my companion, it's about an hour away and that's traveling by metro which is the fastest way to go. Well we took all that time and spent all that money and the darn doctor wasn't even there! My comp was SO mad. So now we have to go tomorrow to a hospital two  and a half hours away to go see a different doctor. Fun, so I won't get to enjoy my P-day, but whatever. 

Thursday and Friday we did divisions (splits)...AAAH! My current comp, Hermana. Monarrez, went with Hna. Turcios, my old comp and the old comp of Hna. Monarez...the new comp of Turcios came with me. That was a good thing because she knows my area better than I do. We got new investigators, and I was feeling pretty good about the day. Then we had to leave to go pick up Hna. Monarrez and drop off Turcios' comp in my old area. 

The whole ride to my old area I was praying that I could see some of my people, or I as I like to call them my Mexican family. When we got there I gave Hna. Turcios a HUGE hug while yelling TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO! She is my very best friend here. Then I saw Sandy, Hna. Cristina´s daughter, and I gave her a hug too- we talked for quite a bit. My old zone was having a FHE and since we didn't have anymore lessons to teach back in my current area my comp said we could stay for it! YAY! Hna. Santos conducted the meeting and asked me if I could lead the music, and Hna. Luque played piano. I felt home. When I sat down, my comp asked for the numbers of the day. They weren't the best , but they weren't awful, but she flipped out at me. I then spent the rest of the meeting pretty bumed and questioning if I am actually a good missionary or not. It really hurt. After the talks, etc. my comp said it was time to go.

I stood up and saw one of the families I baptized I waved as I started to leave then I looked over at the corner and saw Hna. Cristina, I'll just let y'all know I practically ran over to that woman. She gave me a huge hug and kissed me on the cheek. Then she told me, "Hna. Shingleton, the new hermana is nice and all, but I like you better."  She started to choke up and said, "Hermana, out of all the missionaries I have met, I love you best. You're like a daughter to me." My eyes started to fill with tears. She then gave me a big hug and said, "We all miss you a ton here." Then she kissed my cheek twice. Then my comp said, "We have to go." I hugged Hna. Cristina one last time, and she kissed my cheek again and told me to be safe and I left blowing kisses to my other people as I went. 

This whole week I have felt pretty down and like I´ll never messure up, but that experiance made me remember my mom back home. Whenever I had to leave the house she ALWAYS gave me a kiss and told me to be safe. The whole ride in the combie back to my area I wanted to cry because I was so so happy and sad at the same time. It was so bittersweet. I then said a little prayer of gratitude because God is good and yes he definitly answers our prayers. 

I also received a letter from one of my old investigators, Letty and her daughter Lani, and that was really neat. 

Then today came...the time changed so we got up on time but we had to call Hna. Turcios to see if the time was right hahaha! And to wish her happy cumple meses. It's almost time for her to go home. CRAZY!  When we first became companions she was just turning a year old in the mission. Time has really flown.

Then we had to walk to church because the members we normally go with had left early, and we didn't have money for a combie. Yuck, it's far. 

Then we were sitting contently in sacrament meeting and one of the councilors in the branch came over mid-meeting and asked me to speak! AAAAAH! I have never given a talk in Spanish before and it had to last at least ten min. Well the theme of the meeting was attributes of Christ, so I got up and shared a talk about charity with only five min. or less of preparation. Fun. Let's just say I was praying like mad, but everything turned out great, and I even saw one hermana crying. Again God answered my prayers in helping me speak well and having everything run smoothly. 

Then we had to walk to the stake center and back which is SUPER far. I am so dead now. I think I am going to fall down dead later. 

This week has just been a week of testimonies to me that yes God is there and he hears and answers our prayers. 

Well I love yall! Hermana Shingleton