HELLLOOOO! This week was absolutely amazing. I love being a missionary.
I haven't cried this much in lessons on my whole mission. Ever since I got into the MTC, my emotions when it comes to gospel things just kind of stopped. It was definitely a blessing because I was scared that I would be crying in like every lesson on my mission. I only cried in two lessons in Bulan, but I cried in three just this week. We tracted this woman named Michelle and I connected with her so well right from the start. The Spirit was SO strong in the lesson and it was just like exactly what I wanted my mission to be like. It was like I was just being completely guided by the Spirit in EVERYTHING and she was SO prepared to hear the Restored gospel. She accepted our baptismal invitation and I just can't really explain in words how amazing and sweet the experience was. That lesson was the definition of why I wanted to serve a mission in the first place. I love being a missionary. We picked up lots of amazing new investigators this week and had some amazing lessons. The spirit has been so strong in every lesson this week. I love life.
In the Philippines when the power goes out, it's not a blackout, it's a brownout. haha. I don't know why they call it that, but we had like 3 this week. And we're not allowed to proselyte when the power is out. It hindered our work a lot, but we were eating dinner at this little cafe with a generator when the power went out so we just stayed there and waited out the rain and it was so nice to be able to just talk and relax. Missionary work is my favorite, but every once in a while, I need a break. I think we all need to slow down sometimes in our lives. Plus there was a Utah Jazz game playing on the TV and it felt like home. I was trying not to look at it but I mean come on. The restaurants here are about the closest as it gets to America.
So funny story, last night we went to our investigator's house that's up a mountain. We get up there fine and we teach a great lesson with two members, but the rain starts pouring and it gets dark. It gets to a point where we just have to leave, so we tag team it down the hill moving really slowly holding flashlights and umbrellas. Their house is probably like 30 feet up but there's stairs until about halfway and then you have to hike the rest. I of course was the leader with my Utah Girl experience with climbing mountains (seriously no one here knows how to handle a steep hill). I was almost to the stairs, you just have to cross a rock. So I go to cross the rock and the next second I'm flying through the air thinking "this is it. I'm going to die right now." but for some reason I'm alive. It was like when you die on a video game but you come back to life and the character is just standing their blinking and you can't move for a little bit. I only fell like 4 feet, and I'm trying to comprehend what happened and I hear Sister Delgado screaming and our member present yelling in his Filipino accent "your companion is felling!" All I have to say is it's a miracle I'm alive. I escaped with a few scratches and that's it. The way the hill and everything was set up, I should've rolled down the mountain. One of my shoes did and it didn't make it out. (Yeah, there's gonna be a charge on my credit card for new shoes, mom). There had to have been some divine intervention in that, there's no other explanation. I was promised ministering angels when I was set apart and I'm pretty sure I claimed that last night. I'm still laughing that that happened though. But don't worry mom, I'm fine. I'm still breathing.
I love you all so very much! Thank you for your continuous support towards me! Have a great week!