It’s been a good week. I’m finding my place in 3rd ward, meeting our investigators and less active families. I’ve also taught 2 lessons in Spanish this week. It shouldn’t really matter to me if I teach inEnglish or Spanish, but when I went to Spanish Sunday School instead ofEnglish I felt soo much better. Like, “Okay, I belong here.” It was good. I had a similar feeling at the beginning of my mission in Lawrence. I think it’s just because my call says Spanish-speaking. That’s the mantle I was given and what I was set apart to do by the priesthood. And in some areas when that’s ignored I just feel uneasy and out-of-place.

We went to teach a referral from Raytown and she wasn’t home, but right across the street was a Hispanic family who invited us right in and listened to the whole first lesson. It was great. Their family members back in Mexico were having a rough time and we prayed for them together and I think my companion is a little more determined now to learn to bear her testimony in Spanish.

There were a couple nonmembers at church on Sunday. We’re going to go teach one of them. A young man who’s dating a Mormon girl. Gotta look out for them Laurels. They’re treacherous territory. So he reallywants to learn more and is coming to the Visitor Center Saturday.

The Visitor Center has been incredibly slow. Like 2 tours a day. So I’ve had some good referral calling experiences. And I began to take a history tour yesterday but got called away from it to take the Spanish Elders investigators on tour instead. It was funny as I began the history tour, because I was really nervous and wasn’t sure what to say. I was only taking a single LDS businessman and I was trying to figure out what was wrong. I realized I was just out of practice. I hadn’t had a history tour in a week. It’s amazing how quickly we forget and I began to wonder what it’s like for missionaries who go home. It’s going to takea lot of extra effort to remember. And stay in practice. Time’s up.

Love you all.
Hna Deb