Burnt Marshmallows

Hey everyone! I'm still alive and kickin!


This week was honestly kinda rough.  Tuesday through Saturday were filled with miracles in helping people progress to getting baptized.  Sunday was filled with people neglecting the miracles happening in their lives and choosing a different path.  We lost 11 baptismal dates in one day.  I got pretty sad pretty quickly.  Even a few of our strongest friends who should already be baptized by now are choosing to fall away.


It's kinda rough to see God relentlessly fighting to save their souls, and me and my comp giving our all as well, but then our friends choose to slowly turn the other way.  We're still fighting though!  


I've recently been focusing on a talk called one percent better.  Basically I'm improving little by little and trying to improve a little in every aspect, we'll see how it goes!


Also, our apartment started to smell really bad at one point, I looked for a couple days but couldn't figure out why.  Finally I pulled the fridge all the way out and found that if you reach your hand all the way out there 0⁰is a little white tray filled with gunk.  So, for any of you future paraguay explorers, if one day half of your bag of strawberry "lacteos" yogurt mysteriously goes missing after being left knocked-over in the back of your JAM heladora refrigerator, and then a few months later you start to notice that your apartment smells a little different, I've got a tip for you.  Check underneath in the slot in the lower part of the behind of your fridge, and it turns out there's a little white drip pan that probably contains the month old remains of your strawberry yogurt that has rotted so bad that it looks like a really burnt marshmallow. (Pics taken AFTER I washed half of it away are below.)


I also had my last interview with my mission president.  I'll be getting a new one at the end of the transfer and I'm excited to see what's new!


Love y'all and have a great week!


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