Sorry this email is super super long, but I promise it's worth a read... maybe. At least a quick skim ๐ซถ
Highlights
๐ธ: We were in a visit with a member and had a different member come with us. They gave us some drinks and when they weren't looking, the member chucked it out the window. Morby and I were dying.
๐ฉ: We were teaching this family that had gone to the church a couple of times in the past and I asked why she stopped going. She told us because she has to take care of her nieces because the mom is working and then the 3-year-old turned to me and sold her out that she was lying. Hint: One of us didn't go to church this Sunday.
๐ฆ: I hit some divisions w AP Vargas in Qechqi land. Sorry, mom, I had to drink the Pila/sink water. But it was super fun and super beautiful over there.
๐ฅ: Our recent convert, Roberto, is getting the priesthood and going to enter the temple next week, so we are so hyped.
๐ฆ: One of the members told me that Drake died in a car crash and I was actually depressed. Then he told me it was just a joke and that he was releasing an album which might've been worse.
๐ธ๐ผ: Big Mother's Day wish to the greatest ever. Sorry your favorite son couldn't be there @QueenWilde.
Spiritual Thought
In the mission, you really get into a rhythm. A rhythm in just about every way. These last couple of weeks that we have been teaching the Soto Family have made me realize so many things that are so vital to the mission and sometimes get lost when you are in your “routine”.
A little background. Basically, the way the mission works out here is we find someone the first week. Then we go to church with them. Then after they go to church, we put them on baptismal date for about two weeks later and continue teaching them.
As we have been teaching the Soto Family, I have come to realize so many things. The night we found them it was pouring rain on a Sunday, and Morby and I just felt there was a miracle waiting. We had honestly had a terrible week but knew something was waiting for us. 99% of gamblers quit before they win type mentality.
We passed by their house and began to leave the neighborhood (they are our neighbors), when I felt without a doubt we had to knock on their door. They quickly invited us in, and we taught a quick lesson, and they invited us to come back.
The dad and son came to church that Sunday and as our routine had it, we went to go put them on baptismal date. We started to teach and all I could think and hear was that, “Elder Wilde, just love them, and I will do what needs to be done”. I knew I could not do what I was thinking but instead follow the promptings. We ended up teaching about the Sacrament and ended up leaving with tears in everyone's eyes. The Spirit was so unbelievably strong.
Another day we came back and they explained to us at the end of the lesson that they have been waiting 15 years for the missionaries to teach them, to invite them to church, or even just to talk to them. Then they explained through some tears that the night we knocked on their door, one of their close family friend's daughters had died (Members of the Church). They said they felt even more of the need to learn about the church and that night, for the first time in 15 years, 2 missionaries knocked on their door. They told us how they knew without a doubt that God sent us to their door that night. Once again, the Spirit was just undeniable.
Looking back another part that has been left out was the fact that the day before knocking their door, Morby and I knocked every single door in the neighborhood except one. ONE SINGLE DOOR. We don't usually leave Sunday nights or have time to, but that night we decided to give our little bit of time that we had. And a little really does go a long way.
From that night forward, the Spirit prompted us in every way we needed, and we have continued to “love them and let God do his part,” and now this Sunday, the dad and oldest son have asked to become members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
If the story book couldn't get crazier, later that same Sunday, the mom called us to go over with their family. She was on FaceTime and gave us the phone. On the phone were two missionaries on the opposite side of Guatemala. They explained how they had one of the hardest weeks of their mission and knew a miracle was waiting. They left in the same pouring rain. At the same time. On the exact same day. They now are baptizing her brother and his wife on the same day as we will for the husband and son. Her brother for the first time in his life prayer and the next day the missionaries came. She told her brother that they were "Catholics and couldn't change" and she said that he explained how he's never felt a peace and surety that he does now and is the same thing her husband talks about every time we go to church and every time we are there in their house. She said it's not a coincidence; it's purely a miracle directly from God.
The same day. In the same dumping rain. With the same prompting.
It may not say it in the missionary objective, but I believe our true purpose as missionaries is most importantly just to love those you are serving and from there, God will do his part. Don't fall into the routine but rather fall in love with the people that you are serving, and the Lord will always always always carry out his work. When we rely on his Spirit to guide us, we will always find what he has for us. We find the happiness he has for us starts when we look to truly love those around us first. My companion asked me our first day of the transfer if I truly "enjoy" the mission. I don't just enjoy it, I truly love it.
2 Nephi 27
23 For behold, I am God; and I am a God of miracles.
John 15
12 (And) This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
D&C 82
10 (For) I, the Lord, am bound when ye do what I say.
He truly is a God of Miracles
Elder Wilde