Happy
Monday everyone!
Well, this has been
quite the week. I'll try to write fast to tell you all about it.
On Tuesday we had Zone
Conference, which was super great! But, as we were on our way back home, we had
to carry 4 large boxes full of Books of Mormon with us on the bus. It was going
well until Sister Marin (one of the sisters I live with) was trying to make her
way to the back of the bus, and ended up on the floor somehow, unable to lift
the box up. Luckily, a man on the bus helped us out. Then, as she finally got
to her feet, i almost fell over, and this same man grabbed me to keep me from
falling (the busses here are pretty insane- haha) Everyone was laughing super
hard- even the other people on this very crowded bus. Hahaha.
And then on Friday, I
had the opportunity to do a street contact in English! As we were returning
home at night, we passed by a group of 3 people speaking English, and Sister de
Jesus pushed me over to talk to them. Well, I started talking, and it was
actually so insanely hard. I hadn't realized how bad my English has gotten.
But, I was able to figure out that these three people are here
studying/traveling etc. 1 of them is from Australia, 1 is from England, and 1
is from Germany. They informed me that they're not really "church
people" but it was still really cool to talk to them!
And now for Saturday.
Warning- this is kind of a sad story.
Sister de Jesus and I
were walking down this large street pretty late at night trying to find the
house of a reference we had received. This street is kind of dangerous at
night, so we were a little nervous. But then, out of nowhere, a dog off the
street showed up, and started to follow us- She followed us for more than an
hour, up and down this street. We gave her the name Mione, and super quickly
fell in love with this dog. Everytime anyone kind of suspicious looking came
close to us, she started barking like crazy. This little dog was literally
protecting us. (I'm certain that the Lord sent her to help us out.) But, now,
for the sad part. As we were getting close to our house at the end of the day,
we had to cross a very large avenida. Mione stopped, looked at us, and then
walked in the other direction. It was as if she knew that her mission was
complete, and had helped us get home safely. But, just as we crossed the
street, Mione saw us, and ran to meet us. Just as she got to the middle of the street,
a car hit her, and she went flying. Sister de Jesus screamed, and I started
crying. We went to find her, but someone had told us that she had run off. She
didn't die at least. It was pretty sad, and we're both kind of scarred, but I
sure am grateful for our miracle dog Mione.
Sorry for the long
email- but I hope you all have a great week!!
Love,
Sister Shelton
Mosiah 23:21-22
