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LIFE OF A MISSIONARY

 October 24, 2022

Hey, what's up, guys!! Elder Mergenthaler here! 

This week was kind of rough because, one we didn't have a phone, so it was hard to contact people in the street, and two, I can't really get to know my comp because my mans doesn't speak English, 😶 but the end of the week it all turned around or at least this next week is gonna be great! 

Let's see my stories for this week. Well, I really don't have much except for that one day when we were door knocking a lady opened up and was like no thank you which sucks to hear so I quickly respond with thank you and have a great day but while I was saying that the lady said "my legs hurt," so I basically just told the lady we were grateful her legs hurt haha! There was also another time when we got to a door, and I cut a dude off because I wanted to share my testimony, haha, so both of those experiences were a little awkward.

Also, this week we had an activity for the youth to teach them how to be future missionaries, and that was super cool because a lot of them are in the same place I was just a couple of months ago, so it was cool to share how the mission has blessed my life. Also, during that same activity, we watched a video with Elder Holland where he talks about how missions are hard and how they're supposed to be that way because if they weren't we wouldn't grow. Also, another cool thing in that video was that it said as missionaries we are walking shoulder to shoulder with our Savior doing his work which I thought was super cool because it gave me a little boost to know I'm not alone when I get rejected. Anyway, I've gotta go, but I love you all and miss you so much! 

Ps BOCA IS THE BEST SOCCER TEAM IN ARGENTINA! 

LOVE, 

Elder Mergenthaler 

 







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