Well a lot has happened in these last few weeks. But let me begin with the CCM. Last Monday was my last full day there. But unfortunately the Hermanas in our district left that day at 6 in the evening because they were heading to Bolivia. To be honest I never really felt like a missionary in the CCM because it felt more like EFY (even though I never went to one). But when that bus left it hit me really hard that this is actually happening.
That next morning was really tough for me. I couldn't eat much. I was so emotionally torn since everyone in our room had left earlier around 4ish. And Elder Draney decided that he wanted to go for a walk before we left. I can´t believe that I even made it out of the walls because I just couldn't get the image of me and my companion sitting next to a little cassita getting ready to go and teach an investigator, and it was just killing me.
Well I was eventually able to get out of those walls and somewhat pull myself together. We met President Boswell and our new companions, had a little bit of training and went to our areas.
My new companion´s name is Elder Salazar. He is 13 months into his mission and is the district leader of our district. He is a Latino and is from Pura, Peru and so far we have done amazing things together. He can understand English pretty well and we are able to communicate with each other with Spanglish, which is helping my Spanish a lot.
My Spanish has gotten so much better but I am still slow at speaking it. I can understand about 80% of what people are saying but usually that other 20% is the most important part of what they´re saying.
One miracle we had happened last night. We decided we would go contacting for an hour before we would go and eat dinner. But we had no idea where to go because where ever you looked there was no one in the streets and usually the streets are pretty busy. So I asked my companion if we could pray. He seemed a bit taken back but said sure. So I prayed (this time in English) and told God that we were lost and we needed help to find his chosen. Almost immediately after our prayer a man came around the corner and I had the strongest feeling to just tell him buenas noches. After I said that, Elder Salazar took over and we ended up going to his house and teaching his family a lesson.
That experience was so amazing and it helps me realize that my cold showers don´t mean anything and that my broken Spanish doesn't mean anything because I know that if I can always stay worthy and seek for the spirit that God will help us. I miss you all and love to hear from you.
|Rowan's CCM District|
|Rowan singing in the choir|
|President and Sister Moore with the CCM District|