little things

Hola!!

This week was long and crazy busy, which has now become normal to me. Quick note, cambios happened last week, but we didn't have them, so I'm in Heroes for another transfer! By the end of this current one, we will be halfway through our missions!! But this week we made a goal to talk to as many people as possible and we taught fifteen different investigators this last week, and TWELVE of them came to church yesterday—it was amazing! But not too many less actives showed up, the World Cup final started at the end of our services and lots of people left after the second hour. But last week we did another "Mormon Table" and contacted like crazy in another area in our district. It was the same area as last time; they are just have a tough time, and I'm glad we could help for a little bit.

The missionaries at their contacting table.

Yesterday turned out a bit crazy. First, on our way to visit some people, we passed a man selling ice cream. He had been working on a house earlier last week and we tried visiting the family there probably four times in two days. But he recognized us and offered us some ice cream for free. We tried a cheese flavored one that was really, really good! From there we went to try and find some contacts from the prior week. We ended up knocking on one door and a man answered (we were looking for a woman) and the first thing he asked was if we were from Utah. Once my companion said yes, he said no thank you and shut the door. I should mention he was completely drunk and his mouth was all bloody. But we waited a few minutes and tried again, hoping someone else would answer. Our lucky didn't hold and he came back but this time got up in our faces demanding to know what we preached, telling us we were all wrong, that our religion was filled with inconsistencies and that nothing good has ever come out of Utah. It was really frustrating because he would ask a question, wait a moment for us to answer, when in reality he didn't care what we had to say, he only wanted to argue and yell at us some more. It turned out to be emotionally upsetting for me and I was close to tears by the time we were able to get away from him. But now that it's happened once, hopefully the next time I will be better prepared to handle it.

     But on a more positive note, my best friend and former companion, Hermana Gurley's mom sent me a skirt!! It is black with a white pattern and it fits perfectly. I am so grateful for all the kind people in this world; they certainly help to balance out the bad. And I just want to say, one person can make a difference, and it doesn't take much to life someone else's spirits. I am grateful I get the next 11 months to keep helping people and making their lives a little better and a little more peaceful. I know this gospel is true and I am glad to be a Mormon.

The new skirt from Hermana Gurley's mother.

 I love you all so much! Keep being awesome.

Love,

Hermana Bennett

The zone just prior to transfers (cambios).