It's not our pie

It's been a pretty interesting week. We've had a lot of highs and

lows. However I just feel so grateful to be a missionary, and to get

to witness the hand of the Lord everyday. We were talking about it

this week, and I was like, this is really not our work. With all the

miracles that we witness all of the time, I can't deny that missionary

work is led and guided by, not us, but our loving Heavenly Father and

Jesus Christ.

It's like a pie. My mom makes really really great pie, but you would

never say that, oh that spoon made a really good pie, or that bowl

did, or whatever other instrument was used in the process, but like,

that's my moms pie. And so it is for us in this great labor of love.

We're just instruments in His hands, we're only a means to an end, and

it is truly the greatest privilege.

I was feeling a little discouraged the other day, realizing how little

time I have left, and looking back at what I've done in the past 14

months. This week no one was progressing towards the Savior, and in my

time here most of the people I've taught haven't made it to the waters

of baptism. During zone conference yesterday, (we had zone conference

that's why our pday is Tuesday this week) they highlighted the

different baptisms that there were last transfer in all the mission

and it was cool because all except two were people that had been

investigators for a really long time, or who were investigators like

10-20 years ago. So you never know when those people will be ready,

but someday they just might be! So maybe I've just planted a ton of

seeds for most of my time out, but it's been a joy. :)

Other things that happened this week, we did wheelchair finding

because my companion was injured but I'd go crazy if we had to be

locked up in the house all day. I got to do a scambio with the lovely

Sorella Moro. And yea, other belle cose :)

We have the zone with the most sisters!

Last pday :)