Hola mis queridos bichos,
I'm already out of time, but I can't let this
week pass by without telling you about one of the sweetest experiences of my
entire mission...
I held a baby monkey's hand.
No, I'm totally kidding. I honestly had such a
special experience on Wednesday morning. But I did hold a baby monkey's
hand.
I got to do divisions in La Joya, my first
area, on Tuesday and it was such a joy! I'll tell you all about it after the
mission. But here's the highlight:
On Tuesday, we ended our day so late and
weren't able to go see the Matamoros Family. They're the family I activated
with Hermana Vasquez and we baptized their granddaughters, Ambar and Monica.
Marcelino made me the breathtaking wooden ''quadro'' of Christ looking over
Jerusalem.
I couldn't bear to leave La Joya without
seeing them, so we went early in the morning to make the visit.
The way Marcelino looked at me that morning
was unlike any expression I've ever seen. It was this mix of surprise and
wonder and Christlike love. They didn't know I was coming. In fact, they didn't
know I'd gotten moved back to the city. According to them, I was 4 and a half
hours away in Choluteca.
We talked for a couple minutes with the family
and Marcelino told me he was going to church this Sunday. (They're less active
again.) He told me that he'd already made the decision because of an experience
he'd had this week, even though his son is coming home from the U.S. this
Sunday.
He turned to his wife and asked, ''Should I
tell her?''
She smiled and nodded.
He told me that the night before I came to La
Joya, he had a very vivid, very realistic dream. In his dream, I was sitting on
a bench outside. He came and sat with me on the bench and we talked about the
gospel for a long time. He didn't tell me what I said, but he said it left him
very impacted and very inspired and very full.
And then I told him that the very last bus was
coming, and that he had to decide whether or not to get on. He realized that he
had his entire family behind him, following him.
He's choosing to get on.
As he told me this, tears streamed down my
eyes for God's timing. I know with all my
heart that I'm supposed to be here. I know that I needed to meet these people.
I know that I needed them to meet me. God's plan is so intricate and perfect
and I am eternally grateful.
When it comes to expressing my love for these
people and my gratitude towards God for letting me serve in Honduras and for
letting me come to be with all of you and be born under the covenant, both the
English and Spanish languages feel very limited. I couldn't ever let you all
know how much this all means to me. I know that Christ is the only one who
understands 100%. I hope He got to feel my highs as well as my lows when He
atoned for me. I love Him so much.
Amor divino,
Hermana Flynn