On Saturday we had a baptism for a little girl in our ward. It was really fun because it reminded me of Bekah and that it is her baptism this week!!!! Also, it was really horrible. It wasn´t our baptism because she´s not a convert but we were helping set it up because her Mom doesn´t really have any support. The ward really didn´t pull through for us. Only one priesthood holder showed up. Nobody from the primary was there. The people who were assigned talks didn´t come. Same with the person to lead the music and the prayers. QUE FEO (How ugly). The Bishop didn´t even come.
So after this disaster, my companion and I have made some goals to bajar la caña (drop the cane -Argentine phrase implying discipline) with the ward a little bit. This ward has a ton of potential that they are not reaching. So the goal for me this transfer is to try and help the ward to help itself a little more. I am so grateful that I could come from a ward of amazing examples. Because of this, I know how a ward should function, but a lot of people here don´t know. THANK YOU TO MY HOME WARD, YOU ARE ALL THE BEST!
Also, I thought a lot about how weird it is to be a missionary this week. I am literally 19 years old and know nothing, but everyday people tell me all about their problems and expect to receive answers to their questions. How is this possible? If I was nineteen at home I could not answer these questions and especially not in Spanish, but I know that it is because I have been called of God and am living worthily to have his spirit that I can respond to these questions with power. HOW COOL IS THAT, I actually have the power and authority of God as a missionary.
Hermana N., MTC friend.