The mission in itself is a constant adventure. All who have had the priviledge to wear the plaque and swallow the fear to preach the gospel will understand that there really is nothing like missionary service. It's a fun feeling laying down in your bed at night and asking yourself where the day went. I can't ever stop telling myself ''I swear the days didn't go this fast when I was at home..'' Like the scripture in Matt 24:22 talks about the days being shortened. THAT. That is honetly my whole idea of the mission.
This week wasn't full of rocking out to Journey or watching the sky light up with fireworks be we did our part to celebrate by making big momma cheeseburgers. They turned out far better than we had expected and we only set the kicthen on fire once! Cause of a rookie mistake by Elder Blount when he let the grease catch and it went up fa-lammming! We have a lot of fun in our house haha
We are taking the investigator elevator up and little by little some are getting off earlier than we want, but 1 of the 3 fechas we put for the 18th is still golden, her name's Deseere - she's the daughter of a counsellor to the relief society and just with us she's showed an interest to be baptized. We'll get her interviewed Saturday and hopefully she can make it to our temple trip the following week!
It's been raining a lot this past week. For example, today on our way back from buying vintage machetes at the hatian market, a pool about the size of seven peaks dumped itself on the streets where we were walking and magically it stops right when we get on the bus to go home. Like always. It can fall just like snapping your fingers and turns off the same way. It's insane.
I'm trying to think of worthwhile things to share, but all I can think about is my empty stomach and the sack of mangoes I have at home waiting to be consumed. Sorry, I'll do better next week!
Dios Les Bendiga
Elder Tate
foto 1) hammock selfie
foto 2) fun in the bathroom
foto 3) hamburger time
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