
Hey, my friend Jodi wrote about post that the Tegucigalpa Honduras Temple (where I served my mission, she served hers in the Comayaguela Mission) is being set back due to the city not wanting the temple site to "take away" from the cathedral there. So please keep it in your prayers, because people currently have to travel to Guatemala at huge expense (like once in a lifetime maybe expense) to go to the temple.
What is so amazing to me about this announcement on my friend's blog is that I had this intense desire to read my mission journals last night before knowing this. I laughed and cried as I re-read some of the moments. So in the spirit of this announcement, I want to share a couple of quick things from my journal that I had forgotten and LOVED so much about my mission. Feel free to keep reading, or if you're bored, feel free to zone out, but I'm picking the best stuff, so I don't think you'll be bored! (Plus I'll try to do the reader's digest version).
1. I forgot this tidbit. I'll take this straight from the journal since it's fairly short.
"Someone stole 500 Lempiras fro me which is only about $30,, but a lot of our monthly allotment (I think it was someone who lives in the house to which our room is connected). But anyways, I didn't know what I was going to do because I didn't have moneyt and it was only the middle of the month. When a miracle happened because this same week a birthday card from Grandma and Grandpa Larson showed up with $20--almost exactly the amount that had been stolen! I was amazed because it's only the second time that anyone has ever sent me money in a letter since I've been here! So it was sincerely a miracle."
2. Next thing I forgot was when my comp. and I were looking for a few inactive members in a new neighborhood that we had never been too. We were just walking along chatting when all of the sudden I felt a huge wave of FEAR come over me and the distinct idea come into my head, "You need to get out of here NOW." I was so shocked by it (nothing like it had happened to me before, even though you might think Honduras sounds dangerous, I rarely had issues) that I stood there for a second confused. At that same moment my companion stopped talking and turned to me and said, "We have to get out of here now!" We both literally were so scared that we ran out of that neighborhood. We stopped and tried to get ourselves together and tried to go down another road in the same general neighborhood, but again got the same impression. So we left.
Later we were talking to a member and we casually (without mentioning our experience) asked him about that neighborhood (he was a police officer there). He told us that we should never go there because it was a well known area for growing and selling drugs and very dangerous.
3. This one will be straight from the journal too because it's funny.
"We went to the home of an inactive member and his non-member mom for the first time. We as we were getting acquainted, Hermana Cornejo asked the mom what her name was and she replied "Bienvenida"--which means welcome. The funny thing is right before Hermana Cornejo asked her name she had told the mom that we were both new to the area [note: we were opening the area in a sense after two sisters both went home at the same time], so when the mom asked "Bienvenida" Hermana Cornejo only replied, "Thanks--but what did you say your name was?"To which the woman replied, "No, my name is Welcome (Bienvenida)!" We started dying laughing, and couldn't stop in all the road home."
4. This will be the last one, and I think I lied--this will be the opposite of reader's digest. This one I have to write from my journal too. It just expresses it better. This time it's spiritual. One of my most personal/amazing experiences.
"I don't think I've written anything about the miracle of the conversion of Onan and I hate myself for that! We found Onan (Hermana Lopez and I) contacting him El Eden. The first charla (discussion) was so positive that we both left and were super-excited. We started teaching him but he didn't go to Church until we finally got out his doubt--one of Hermana Marta's sons had always been really mean to Onan [note: Hermana Marta and her son were local ward members] and so he didn't want to go and see him there. Well one day I was readin the a Conference Ensign and I knew that we had to read an article called "Forgiveness turns Bitterness to Love" with Onan. Well we did and the next week he showed up for Church! He then ended up having to go far away to his Grandpa's finca (farm) around this point which was sad because we were still trying to get him to committ to baptism by really praying and asking God if the Book of Mormon is true. Well he always read the assignments we left with him but he never would do the specific prayer nor committ to baptism.
So anyway, he left and I thought I would never see him again because I was sure I would have changes (transfers) before he got back [note: he said he was going to be gone for four months, and since I had been there longer than my companion, and was going home in three months, I was doubtful I would still be in the area, or even in the country by the time he returned]. But in the meanwhile I had a really amazing dream while we were still teaching him (Hermana Lopez and I). I told her my dream too. What I dreamt was that Onan was getting baptized, but I was with a gringa I had never seen before and we were doing the baptism in front of President Wilson's [my mission president] house because I was about to leave to go home.
Well when I woke up I told Hermana Lopez the dream and jokingly told her, "Well you're going to have transfers and I'm going to be a trainger of a gringa, because I still have to see Onana get baptized." The idea seemed so ludicrous that we both laughed and thought nothing of it. But-- :)
But then 2 weeks ago Onan came back from his grandpa's farm and showed up to Church by himself! I was so excited to see him and he asked when we were going to his house to teach him! We started the charlas with him again and he remembered everything. But this time when I challeneged him to pray, I told him that he had to do it because it was time. He promised me he would. When we went back he told us, "Hermanas, I read and I prayed, and I felt something here (pointing to his chest) that I can't explain. I know now tht the Book of Mormon is true." Well obviously I just about started bawling right there on the spot!--But then to make sure he understood the importance of his answer he had received, I asked--"And if the Book of Mormon is true?" to which he looked me in the eyes and said, "Then I have found the only true Church on the earth."
I will never be able to describe how I felt on that occassion. I felt like my heart was so full and emotional that I couldn't speak. I just sat there a moment trying to gain my compsure and not start sobbing in front of him! We taught him the next charla and he accepted our baptismal challenge and told me that he would do everything in his power to be ready to be baptized before I left.
Can I be more blessed? Could Heavenly Father have given me more blessings? I am sure that He couldn't have. I just pray that I may see his baptism, but if not, I know he WILL be baptized shortly after I leave."
What else is cool about this story? What I didn't mention, because I would have mentioned it before in my journal, was that I did indeed get a gringa to train named Hermana Pugmire.
And best of all? On my very last day in the mission, Onan was baptized. It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Well I'm getting emotional just thinking about it. I had to share with all of you. That's why I'm asking for your prayers for the Honduras Temple. It is a country very near and dear not only to my heart, but to the Lord's as well.