Week Two in Leon

In two words, wonderfully hard. Or something like that. I have never walked so much in my entire life. But we are working really hard. We had five investigators at church this week, which was a miracle actually because three of them were a family that we helped water their dirt one day and never even taught a lesson to (yet). (People water their dirt here.)

One fun thing about our house, other than that we shower outside in buckets, is that we sweep three times a day, and each time there is more dirt than you could think could ever find its way into a house.

My companion is amazing. We were number 2 in the zone for numbers, and it is all her, since I am still getting over my fear of talking to people in spanish. We talk to a lot of people, I just wonder how much more we could get done if we were not spending so much time walking from area to area within our area!

The thing that sticks out to me most from the week is that trials are a blessing. Life is hard. A mission is really hard. But God gives us trials so that we can learn and grow. For example, if I was able to speak Spanish fluently without putting in all the work, I would be missing out on so much (even though that would be really, really nice). Through trials we can deepen our trust in God, our faith, and we deepen our character. They may really not be fun in the moment, but atleast I am always grateful for them after the fact. There is always something to be learned from a trial.

I love you all. Never forget how important the Gospel is, and how much it will can bless us. I would not be here if I did not know from the bottom of my heart that this is true.

Prayers and love,
-Hermana Fackrell

 This is our "washing machine" all done by hand :)