What a week, what a week. I still can't fully grasp that I live here and that I am a missionary. Dream come true for me. So much goes on here but when we sit down to email I forget it all...
Basically life is amazing. Saturday we had two baptisms and I cried. The church is true people, I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Sister Pamela is 15 and she is a Filipina version of Annie. So of course I've grown attached to her. She left today for home, she's just been here for the summer. I'm super sad to see her leave. But the work must go on!
Fun fact about me: My new favorite fruit is the mango. Well, it might still be pineapple but I haven't tried one from here yet. But holy heck. Mangoes here fall straight from heaven, I swear. One of the families we teach has a fruit stand and I bought a ton from them just because they're so delicious.
Also on Saturday we attended a funeral for a man in our branch. We were asked to sing a hymn together. So Be Still My Soul in Tagalog it was! I can sing Tagalog, and I can read it, and I can understand most of it, but I can't speak it. THat's frustrating. But comparing to where I was last week, all I have to say is there is no way that the gift of tongues isn't a real thing.
One thing I've learned is that God really does prepare people to receive the restored gospel. There are people who are just ready. There are other people who need more time, and that's okay. As missionaries, we are either finding, teaching, and baptizing those who have been prepared, or planting seeds. Ang Plano ng Diyos ay perpekto!