The Great Mystery of White People

Meeting with new President and Hermana of Mission.

Four, FOUR, different people this week basically asked me why I am
white. This is real life. Why my skin was so light, why my hair is
light colored, why my eyes are light, and why I am so tall. They asked
if it was:
1. the weather
2. what we eat
3. because we drink a lot of milk
Forreal. I tried to explain that my parents could have brought me here
as a baby, I could have grown up in their same family, eaten all the
same food, and I would still be white. I guess because there isn´t as
much diversity here as there is in the United States, it is really
weird for someone to look so different.

Anyway, transfers are this week, and I think my companion might be
leaving the area. She has dreams before each transfer about what is
going to happen. Seriously! Her last transfer, she had a dream that
she was going to leave, and her old companion was going to train, and
that is what happened! And the other night she had a dream that she
was in a different area, and her companion was showing her around.
But her companion was not me. So, we´ll see. But we work really well
together, and we have been seeing a lot of success here, so it would
be kind of sad for her to leave.

We also have 3 baptisms scheduled for this weekend, 2 little girls and
one woman who is 25. They are all really great and prepared to be
baptized. The little girls are really funny, and the 25 year old is so
sweet. Her name is E., and she is seriously so wonderful. She
asked us yesterday if we were allowed to have a slumber party at her
house. I was honestly sad to have to tell her no. Because I love
slumber parties and I love her!

So, I have been bringing bread with dulce de leche, which is basically
caramel, with us to church for my companion and I, because we always
get hungry. But we never end up eating it, because I always give it
away to whoever sits with us. Last Sunday, I gave one to E.
because she was sitting next to me, and she looked like she was
falling asleep. Yesterday, she told me that she had come to church
last Sunday without eating, because she didn´t have money to buy food.
She told me that God had answered her prayers to make it through the
day though me. And I really almost cried. I didn´t think anything of
it at the time, but now I know that it was a prompting from the holy
ghost to help someone else.

I really am grateful to be here in the mission. These last few day I
have been thinking a lot about home, and how much time I have left,
especially because one of the elders from my branch is going home this
week. But this experience really helped to bring my motivation back,
and to really be thankful to be here.

I hope everyone at home is doing well, because I am doing really well
here in Bolivia, doing the Lord´s work.

Teaching

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