My ipad made me change my password, and in the mission we are all supposed to have the same passcode to get into our ipads. You have to change the passcode multiple times before you can use the same password again. Well, that's what I was doing and then we had to plan and study, so after we were done with that I went back to go change my passcode again and guess what.
I forgot the code.
UGH.
I COULDN'T REMEMBER IT FOR THE LIFE OF ME. That's my own fault.
The ipad would only let you guess the password 9 times. After that, it would shut down and restart to factory settings. Which means, it would erase EVERYTHING off your ipad. I tried every code I could remember and none of them worked. SO... when my ipad restarted, everything was erased. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement. so there will be no pics this week because I lost the pictures from this week and everything else on my ipad. haha I'm not bitter anymore. HA Im so grateful for my ipad and that most of my pics are on my USB! WHEW thank goodness.
But anyway...
I also got my hair cut again! haha I wanted it shorter. and now its definitely short! Mom, I literally look like you. The kind Vietnamese man named Michael cut my hair basically just like yours! After he was finished he said in his accent, "Nice and short!" as he flipped my hair. haha he was super nice! So I will send a picture next week. or maybe today. we will see.
This week flew by! We had exchanges with our hermana STLs and I was with Hermana Garcia. She is straight hilarious. We ate at this cute little Hispanic restaurant. We had Saltenas, which were SO DELISH! I love Spanish food. Haha every time I try to speak Spanish i sound like such a gringa. Oh well. Also, this sweet Spanish lady gave us Dunkin Donuts after we contacted her. Like who does that? She was so nice! I wish I could speak more Spanish. haha.
MIRACLE! SO we had dropped Fred last week because we hadn't been able to have contact with him. Saturday was car fast day, where we rely on members for rides or walk everywhere. We were walking that morning and we saw Fred's work van in one of the complexes parking lot. He had told us before the complex he lived in but we never got his address. We decided to head over there and look around. We said a prayer that Heavenly Father would guide us to one of His elect children in the area. I looked up after the prayer and felt prompted to knock on two certain doors. the first one we knocked on, we met a man named Chuhnui. He doesn't have much of a religious background and doesn't really believe in God either. AS we were talking, the Spirit was totally working on him. He stepped out and continued to talk with as we discussed how the principles found in the scriptures help us live better lives and feel peace, etc. His family members kept popping their heads out to tell him to come in for lunch, but he continued to talk with us. Long story short, he became a new investigator and we are going back this week. It was such a miracle.
After we were done talking with Chuhnui, we went and knocked on the second door. Guess who opened the door...? FRED! he was kind of shocked to see us I think, but we had a great conversation and set up a return appointment. He is really busy with work right now, so it was hard to get in contact with him. we also got to meet this wife, who we shared a Book of Mormon with! and now we are going to teach her too. God truly does lead this work. I know it wasn't a coincidence He led us right to Fred again.
Our Turkish friend, Khor, fed us turkish/indian food one night! She texted us and said, come and make food for you! or something like that? I cant member. anyway,m we had just eaten dinner and you could say "I was gonna roll outta there!" I was super full. haha it was delicious food though! WE gave her a Turkish Book of Mormon and she was so excited like you would not believe! She was so grateful for it and that it was written in her language.
We were asked to come share our testimonies about missionary work yesterday in Deacons Quorum. I had felt prompted to share 3 Ne 5:13. I asked one of the deacons to read it. "Behold, I am a disciple of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. I have been called of him to declare his word among his people, that they might have everlasting life."
As he read, my heart was so touched by the Spirit. My eyes burned a little bit.The Spirit really touched my heart in that moment and reminded me the sacred calling I have. I am so blessed to serve as the Lords missionary. Its such a blessing. Such a privilege. And often time i think we as missionaries take it for granted. I was reminded of the great privilege it is to be here. I am so grateful everyday to be able to share the restored gospel with people.WHAT A BLESSING. It may sound cliche, but it truly has changed my life, and I'm forever grateful for it.
Have a blessed week.
-and don't forget your pass codes to your ipads and phones. Ya don't want to experience that. Can't say I didn't warn ya. ;)
xoxox,
Sister Hymas
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