To start off the week, my companion woke up Tuesday morning feeling sick. We both we're hoping she could just suffer through it, but by lunchtime that day it was too much, she said. Since we ate with the other Hermanas at their house that day, Hermana Huff went and layed down and I called the mission president's wife. She told us we needed to go to Centro and get her "credencial" card (not sure if that is the same in English) since she was still new and didn't have it, and then we needed to go to Alta Brisas, to the hospital there. That ended up taking our whole day just about! Luckily the first taxi we found took us to all those places and didn't charge us as much as he could have. The taxi driver had his wife and little boy in the car too, for the ride, so we got to talk to them and tell them
about the church and everything- so that was good!
At the hospial, Star Medica, they told us Hermana Huff had a fever and they gave her a shot (in the bum!) and 2 boxes of medication. To this day, she says it still hurts where they gave her the shot. Poor thing! :(
The next day she still wasn't feeling good, so I arranged for her to stay with a member all day. Luckily, the sister training leader (Hermana Ludlam, my trainer) asked to come out with us that day and while sister Huff was with the member, I went out with Hermana Ludlam and we had a pretty good day. Hermana Huff told me that the member was super cute with her and was always at her side, taking her temperature, making sure she stayed cool, giving her things to eat. I think they both had a lot of fun, haha.
So that was the first half of the week.
Something kinda scary happened Friday night! People always tell us to be careful here, but I've honestly NEVER seen anything or been anywhere where I've ever felt like we could be in danger. Friday though, we got out of a lesson at 9:10 pm (have to be home by 9:30) and we went to wait for the bus that would take us by our house. For where we were, we had to wait for a bus in a part that's just outside of where the houses and everything are. One one side there are houses and the other side is just a field. I guess it could be a little creepy, but usually the bus always comes fast so its fine. So Friday, we were waiting and when 9:30 pm rolled around, our bus still hadn't come. I started feeling stressed out because we had to be home and I didn't want to pay for a taxi, because we'd used up most of our money with the hospital visit and everything. This 17 year old kid came and started taking to us, and I knew him from a couple weeks ago because we had contacted him in the street with his mom. This truck passed by and stopped right in front of us and just stayed there for like a whole minute. That whole time I was asking the kid if he knew the guy and why was he there. He kept telling me to "calm down" and that it would be fine. Finally, this mysterious guy in the truck gets out and offers us a ride, but I told him that we were fine and just waiting for the bus and that we had rules about accepting rides. He kept insisting on letting him help us and was trying to be super nice, but at the same time he was super creepy. He got me a little stressed out because he said the busses don't always come by this late and that he'd just take us where we needed to go. I told him though that if the bus didn't come, we'd just take a taxi, but he just kept insisting on letting him help us and to not worry about the rules. I wasn't being very assertive, so the kid that was with us totally stood up and kept asking the guy to please leave. As soon at the stranger left, this kid told us that he knows guys like that and that we have to be really careful. I guess there's lots of men like him that take young girls and do really awful things here. I was super glad we happened to run into that kid and that he helped us out, because that late at night without people around, who knows what could have happened! Pretty sure someone was looking out for us ;)
Monday (15th) and Tuesday (16th) are Mexico's independence days, so we've had a lot of fun with that! On Sunday there was this rodeo we passed on our way to a lesson, so we checked it out really quick and got some fun pictures! Monday we went with some friends (some members, some not) to a Mayan Museum. For a museum, it was pretty cool! One of the people we went with used to work there, so he got us in for free (otherwise for foreigners its over a 100$, rip off!). It was fun because he acted like our guide the whole way through. The outside of the museum is shaped like a giant tree because the Mayans believe the tree symbolizes the 3 stages of life - the Underworld, Terrenal life, and the Heavens. Honestly I didn't understand all of it, haha. I learned lots about all the gods the Mayans believe in and how Yucatan used to be underwater, so that's why there are tons of water caverns and springs everywhere.
One thing that really put a dent in this week is that our baptism scheduled for this Saturday fell through. We went to visit our cute grandpa, Victor, for the last lesson before his baptismal interview and his son came out and told us how we're pressuring his dad and how his parents don't want us to come anymore, but are too shy to say anything. He wouldn't even let us talk, he just demanded us to leave or said he'd call the police. I asked like 6 times to just let his dad, who was sitting right there, to confirm things and we'd leave, but the son wouldn't let us and Victor never spoke up. I was REALLY sad after because since I arrived in this area we've been teaching Victor. I felt super let down, because we've come SO far with him. Literally everything was arranged for the baptism, but I don't know what to do now because the son threatened to call the police if we, or any members, come back. As we were leaving that lesson, I couldn't hold back the tears! It felt like we were finally seeing miracles, but now things just weren't working out.
With some of our other investigators, we've had a lot of let downs and sometimes it just feels like too much. One good thing though is that Hermana Huff and I are starting a new transfer, and hopefully with all the changes, we can change how we've done things. We've talked, and we're really going to try and be even more obedient so that we can have the right to more blessings. Or maybe just have more peace of mind because we did all we could. I know that even though things are hard, everything is in God's hands and that he will always take care of his children.
Love,
Hermana Harper
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