Un Pequeño Salvador
28 July 2021
I'm not saying I'm a hypochondriac. I'm not. BUT, I think that I have a liiittle too much medical knowledge to ever just sit comfortably when something goes wrong. When I get chest pain, it's never indigestion, it's an aortic aneurysm or a pulmonary embolism. They do share similar symptoms in the beginning.....
But this week, my mom and I were sick. And of course it wasn't just a cold, in our minds it had to be COVID. My mom insisted that we get two tests, which meant driving for about an hour and a half. Thankfully, we don't have COVID, but I still am convinced that my appendix is going to burst at any second. Count your blessings y'all.
I think one of my favorite things about Home MTC is when I go out in public with my mom or my sister and people call us "the sisters". Keep in mind, in this moment my sister was wearing spandex, a crop top, and a nose ring. We even went to Chick-fil-a and the workers put our order name down as "The Sister Missionaries" ahaha
A quick update for everyone I went to school with!! I am still a Kahoot master (1st place babyyyyy) and the Quizlet queen (I made 47 Quizlets in a day.....no joke)
Fair warning: We're about to get spiritual up in here, so if you're not feeling that feel free to skip to the pictures ;)
This week, my teacher made the comment that as missionaries, each of us are like a tiny Savior (un pequeño Salvador). Although I wouldn't go as far to compare myself to the Savior, this week I understood what she meant. But for you to really understand just how awesome this experience is, I need to set the stage.
It was Wednesday night, and I was relaxing with my family and enjoying the fact that I had done everything I needed to do for the day.
I go on Facebook and notice that my teacher had posted something on His story saying, "Do you need help? Do you need hope in your life? Come get a lesson from the missionaries tomorrow at 9:45 AM!". And in my mind I was like awww how sweet!
Then I realized.
I am that missionary.
Then it's 9:45 AM the next day, and random people start showing up in our Zoom. My teacher said, "Okay, you and your companion have 5 minutes to prepare!". When everyone in my district reacted like a deer in headlights, he explained that we're just giving a chill, 15 minute lesson.
My companion and I kinda freaked out and started throwing a lesson together. We quickly found some quotes, scriptures, and a video. Our topic was on how the gospel blesses families.
We met with a woman who has been a member for about 40 years. She came because she loves helping the new missionaries out and giving us feedback on the lessons. So we started asking her questions, and we found out that she hasn't had contact with her family for over 10 years. Her children wanted nothing to do with the gospel at all.
So obviously, the lesson we had planned was not the move.
We went through the lesson we had planned, but tried to focus more on how the gospel can help each of us individually.
She answered our questions, but they were generic answers at first. Then something crazy happened.
I asked her, "Do you ever feel like God has given up on you and doesn't want to help or bless you?"
She burst into tears and started telling us that that is EXACTLY how she felt. I played the video that I thought I had just randomly picked from Youtube, and she told us that that was exactly what she needed to hear. The rest of the lesson was AWESOME and all three of us cried hahaha
But at that moment I realized what my teacher meant. I knew that my companion and I had not done this by ourselves. We were quite literally just tools that God was using to reach and help one of His children in her time of need. We had 5 minutes to prepare a 15 minute lesson on an unknown topic, and we even took the wrong direction in that topic. But that didn't matter, because we weren't really the ones teaching her. At that moment, we were this sister's pequeñas salvadoras.
I know that this mission is not going to be easy. It's already incredibly difficult. I cry to my mom about every 3 days (sorry mom) because I just want to go be by myself and get the tea I want and wear the clothes I want. I have friends and family members who served missions that have been spit on, screamed at, and had doors slammed on them so quickly and aggressively that their dress got caught. And when I'm writing this down, it sounds CRAZY that I'm even doing this.
But then I remember that I'm not doing this for myself. I'm not going on a mission because I've dreamed of this my entire life and I think it's just going to be the most fun thing in the entire universe (but I do think it will be awesome and fun!). I'm doing this because God wants me to go out and be a pequeña salvadora. And I think that's worth it.
I LOVE Y’ALL!!!!!
And as my teacher would say, YO SOY SU FAN!!!
1. cool kids wear sunglasses during online indoor classes
2. Maddie and I at my family's pioneer day block party (ft. me holding the scrunchie I stole from her)
3. the two sisters
4 & 5. my BFF during online CCM (and pretty much every second of my entire life)





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