Where the sun ALWAYS burns... i mean shines,
the dogs like to bite,
and the people always offer us water when we're fasting...
It's a different life here.... And everyone keeps telling me how white I am (like I dont know...) and my comp just keeps busting up laughing and telling them that they dont even know... I was so much whiter before... she saw some pics... hahahaha
Im like a freak show here... hahaha the poor white girl walking down the street, sweating, changing colors from white to RED, and trying to speak spanish... hahahah but whatever because what they dont know is that we're called to be here... and being the Lords hands is a special priviledge Ive come to LOVE!
Like this week, we were walking... and walking.. and walking... under the sun. and we clapped our hands at this one door... which is what they do here to knock on doors.. everyone will clap their hands, no one knocks on the door. hahah and no one left.... and well we didnt blame them. It was siesta, and buuuurning hot outside... but hahah we kept trying. So we clapped our hands again. Out ran some vicious dogs trying to eat us, but we felt like we had to keep trying at this door... so we clapped again, and yelled HOOOOLAAAA!! Like some white hippy, and well, the door opened. And out hobbled a little old man. And a HUGE smile broke out, and he like ran, stumbling to open the gate for us.... Turns out he is member. YEars and years as a member, he was ward mission leader for 20 years, and had a lot of callings, really active... but hasnt went because he couldnt walk... now hes stumbling around a bit more... but we sat down and sang and prayed and he was almost crying telling us that he thought everyone had forgotten of him.... and my heart just broke. but it also filled up with the love that God has for this older brother. And I know, that God never forgot about him. So we testified to Ramon... the brother, that God loves him and hes never been lost to him. Sometimes we think that, that we're alone and that people or maybe even God has forgotten about us. But if God remembers this little old man Ramon, I know He knows you.
LOVE YOU ALLL!!!!!!
Hermana Bower
Letters
Hermana Bower
Casilla de Correo 429
4400 Salta
Salta
Argentina
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