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Thursday we met James in the laundromat- he said he's been looking for a church for a long time so he came on Sunday and he used to work with one of our members Gloria, the super kind grandma. He said it was so good to see her again and that he felt so much peace during sacrament, I'm excited for James.
Friday Hna wheat prayed that we could start teaching someone tn- then we stopped by Luis and Ana's (the missionaries have been going over there for yearss) Ana was taking the convo all over the place- from talking about abandoned babies in rivers, to the Grinch, to calling hna Wheats lil brother gordito (means pudgy
) but they said they were ready for another message so Wheats prayer was answered!
) but they said they were ready for another message so Wheats prayer was answered! It's hard to imagine what life would be like without prayer, no communication with God and no way to get answers/ comfort from the Holy Ghost. We are so lucky we know Heavenly Father is really there, hearing and answering every child's prayer:,)
Saturday we went to Morro Bay to go fishing in the ocean with the branch president and his fam (The gonzalezs)! No fish were caught but crabs sure were, no full bodies went into the water but me and wheats feet sure did hehe whoops.
We also went to the shell shop- I've always believed it's the literal ocean you can hear in shells but alexis crushed my childhood and said it's the air vibrating at frequencies?? Wdym I ain't hearing the ocean??
Rip Swankee- pompa and nommas (granpa and grandma gonzalez) crusty pomeranian of 18 years died. Nomma was crying all during Sunday school
, poor sis carter was just losing it the whole time. What is it with the old ladies (older ladies) crying so much? (Idk, its prolly my future too)Also how do elders always manage to connect the gospel to the gym? We get it, you lift, now pipe down. Also i can drive now! I got 0 "check your speeds" otw home from Santa Maria (dont be fooled tho, i also went off roading a few times)
For pday we played bb with the whole zone which is jail time for all of us. Playing basketball with 9 elders was sooo fun I love getting swatted and dunked on every 52 seconds!
This week on Roami and Jerman:
-played with peaches the cat
-played dolls on top of maple June the pony
-played with the chicks (they died a few days later
)
)-she taught me karate
-played ponies after church
-made matching bff bracelets
- one night I was thinking of saying goodbye to her and sobbed. It's gonna be a tough one
Spiritual:
A while ago my beautiful sister in law Taya sent me a talk I needed to hear and that I've always thought back to. It talked about how Satan is the master of confusion and he likes us to think that negative experiences define us, or lower our worth. But Jesus is the God of simplicity. He loves us no matter what we do. When I butcher a street contact and think "ah they prolly would've been interested if I had done that better" -nah thats Satan. God is proud of us for all of our efforts. I've always wondered how to know if I'm giving enough effort, or if I'm really trying my best, but I'm learning that me right now, today, is sufficient for God.
Hugs and kisses
-Hermana Jermaine
(every senior missionary pronounces my name like that) (might as well call me J Cole
)
) Pics
- weekly FaceTime pic with Adrian
- this mirror pic is a perfect portrayal of us- Wheat looking like a cutie and I'm in the background doing the haka
-I may have failed my college interior design class, but I can still draw a mean floor plan for English class
-Morro Bay day, I love the Gonzalez girls so dang much
-sometimes I regret translating what the latinos text me
-my abuelita visited! (Wheatleys trainer)
-there was a bear in a tree by Chile's in Paso. It got tranked, fell from the sky, then didnt get cuaght very well lolol it's hilarious,
vid is attached https://photos.app.goo.gl/
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