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THE CRAZY WEEK

 October 3, 2022

This week was so wild. I have so many stories to tell, haha. Let's start on Monday. So Monday, we have a normal p day, and then it hits the night, and we rush home and begin to rush to get ready. After the rush, we go out on a blitz and talk to random people. After we hit a less active member's house, she loves the missionaries because she opened up so fast for us. She told us that she would love to see us again because it was late, so we were like, great, and we set up a time to meet again. So we leave her house. The next few days were just full of rejection and talking to people. So Thursday eventually rolls around, and I get so excited because it's my mama's bday, and I get to call her, so we go through the day, and it's rough. We're having no success at all, and no one wants anything. So we eventually take it back to the church and sit down, and my companion goes what can we do. Then I say, let's pray, so we do, and we get up and are like, ok, now what? So we eventually go out and knock on doors, but first, we say another prayer, so we begin. We get out, and I'm like, let's hit this house, so we knock, and this lady opens up. She tells us her life is rough people have died in her family. It's just rough, so what do we do? We shared the plan of salvation with her, and we had an amazing doorstep lesson with her. after that, she told us she would love to hear us again, so we got a time set up and were going to see her soon so that we would see! But after that, we also got to talk to a less active member, so that Thursday was good! From that experience, I learned that the lord watches out for us and that he loves each of his children. After that, Friday, we went through it like normal, but this time, we met with a lady who was no active member. Remember how I said there was a lady who wanted to meet with us again? Well, this is the lady. We get into this lady's house, and her table is set up like a tea party for little kids, which was interesting, but I loved it because it was low-key, really good. During that time, she told us a story about how robbers here in Argentina worship this guy who isn't a robber, and what they do to worship him is they cut open their wrists and put bones inside, which is so weird anyways; it doesn't stop there. She then also tells us a story of how someone in her family kept their wife or something in their house with guns and how she had to call the Argentina SWAT to get the family out safely. Anyways after that, we just went home and went to bed. Saturday was conference, so in the morning, we ran around like little Nephites in the story of king benjamin and told everyone about conference after running around we sat down and watched the Saturday morning session in English which was sooo good BTW if you haven't watched it go watch it I loved it. anyways after that we showed one of our friends around the church and got to watch conference and guess what? So this friend likes history and was wondering a lot about the book of Mormon, and guess what the first talk was about? It was about history and the book of Mormon, soo bam, another of gods miracles anyways. After that, we went to dinner with one of our friends who's trying to learn English, which was tons of fun and super chill. After that, we got in his car, and he's like, what do yall want to listen to? Soo, he turns on J Cole and Macklemore and hardstyle, haha. After that, we got home and went to bed, and now it's Monday p day! I have to go and wish I had pictures for this week, but I don't. I love you all and miss you so much! I will make sure to take pictures so that next week, yall can see a little bit of what's going on.

 

Reminder: God loves you and has a plan for you! 

 

PS: Keep Sean in your prayers! (my brother) 

 

Much love 

Elder 

Mergenthaler 





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