Hermana Park said: "Hermana Gaitan (is) awesome and says she´ll show me one day to make gallopinto, the traditional food of Nicaragua. Last week, Monday was training for the greenies, tuesday was our meeting and internet, Wednesday I showed hermana Gaitan the market (mercado) and we cleaned the house and she slept for a couple of hours.
I don´t know about the traditions here,(for Easter) but Sunday there were fireworks. This week is the Semana Santa, or Holy Week. Many will be leaving, there will be more fireworks, and processions. I don´t know what else. This friday we will have a zone conference. This will be the last zone conference that President and Hermana Baldwin will have here. They leave in June with half of the mission. I will let you know about that next week"
And her email:
Family and all,
So with that, it may be possible that my shoes will be worn down at the end of the mission. I run, walk, sometimes get jabs of rocks in the bottom of my shoe that hurt my feet. Ouch, but still my shoes are living. Just my feet feel hot sometimes with all of the blisters and pricks of pebbles. It is fun to hear about all of the adventures you all are having. Here there are adventures, but sometimes I wonder if they nearly kill me. For example, this week all went well. Friday we had a zone meeting and at the end played a game called animals, which is like the game signs. If I remember it, I´ll have to show you all. It is funny because each person has the sign of an animal, like elephant, frog, crocodile, flea, giraffe, and so on. If someone messes up in the rythm that goes with the game, they have to be a chicken in front of everyone. It was funny.
I am not the only one I´ve discovered that has had the protection of dogs. Other missionaries have said that while walking through dark places there are dogs that will walk along until they reach a safer place. It comes to show that each missionary has angels attending them daily, but sometimes they come in a variety of forms. Sometimes they come in the shape of dogs.
With those beautiful experiences, the weekend came, and I am pretty sure that I have never had a more stressful weekend in all of my mission. We walked and walked, and hurried and hurried, and waited and waited, and gathered and gathered to bring people to church Sunday, but our attendance was less than any other week. Sunday we went to gather several people in a half an hour in two separate sides of our area, and waited for one of the families for more than a half an hour. We were late to Sacrament meeting and missed the Sacrament, arriving in time for the last talk and closing hymn and prayer. And after we had set appointments so there was no time to rest really.
Then later we visited some recent converts which have had troubles lately and I realized that perhaps I am better off and shouldn´t give up. I also thought of (my friend) and her trials, which she wrote about in a letter to me and I came up with a poem (writing poetry helps me often). Here is the summary of my mission in poetry form that each person can apply to their own life as well.
They told me that I´d never be great, but I took the climb
They told me I´d never reach the top, but I made it up just fine.
I grew breathless at a couple of points but I enjoyed the sights,
At times it rained until I was soaked, and I didn´t sleep well each night.
My muscles were sore and I felt ill. I nearly wished to give in,
And it made me discouraged to think about how their faces would each hold a grin.
Their mocking and laughter would bring me to tears as they tell me I shouldn´t have tried,
And they´d point and laught at my attempt as I stood there and cried.
With a prayer in my heart I remembered all that God wanted me to be.
I put one foot in front of the other and ignored all that could happen to me,
And with a smile on my face I kept walking. Determination played on my mind.
Though it was painful I kept hiking and I continued trying to make the climb.
I honestly tell you that it was hard. I wanted to give up many times.
But though they said I couldn´t do it, I indeed made the climb.
So there is my poem, no one steal it, ha ha. For each of us there are difficulties and problems, trials and pains, but I know that if we place our trust in God and remember who we are, we will make the climb at the end and God will give us the determination to finish what we´ve begin. I love you all and testify that the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true and living, that we have a prophet, and that our Heavenly Father loves us. Hasta Ver, or Hasta escribir,
Love Hermana Destinee Park