Matthew 26:41

This week I learned something. I learned that it's so true that the spirit is indeed willing but the flesh is weak. Being on a mission is hard for me because to be honest I am use to everyone just liking me and for people to always be impressed by me. I've got an ego. But on a mission everyone I walk up to is like "No, I'm Christian." We also have goals that we have to strive to meet every week and sometimes you just don't make those and then that makes me feel bad. In the end though I didn't come on a mission for numbers I came because I love the Savior. But yeah the spirit is willing but we are people and we are going to fall short a lot.

It was a hilariously weird week. First we got food poisoning. We ate this food that pretty much looked like they boiled half a baby pig and then added spices and lots, lots, lots, and lots of salt to it. There was all sorts of bones and bits and even hair and skin. We just downed the hatch and got sick. Then they made us eat half a pie each. I feel like a hit a huge mission milestone by getting food poisoning. I ran over a gopher on accident. I was so upset that I committed murder on my mission. I also felt bad because that was probably the only gopher in all of Las Vegas and I killed it. My companion hates animals so she just told me to move on. All the members think that I should have permission to watch Olympics because it's the one time that I can be truly proud to be Canadian. I got a cut.We hung out at a senior home that is for people who would be homeless is they didn't live there. It was interesting.

But it was also a great week in that we taught this super nice less active family who missionaries have been trying to meet for years. I just love less actives so much. We had a lesson cancel so we went to a referral and she opened right up and we  taught her the greatest lesson. I felt so strongly of Heavenly Father's love for her. I feel bad because when you know the lessons it's easy to just say the lesson but with her I decided that I was going to try so hard to apply it to her. It was such a great lesson. The Spirit was on fire and I just felt so guided in what to say.  We taught two of my favorite excommunicated people.

My companion and I get along great. She is Mexican, and so most of our day is spent with her practicing English and with me trying to explain what my weird words me. She now says "That is a sick joke," and "I look hideous." I feel like a proud mom when I teach her how to talk like a cool kid."