Good afternoon from
Good Aires (haha I changed it up a bit this time)!
So our miracle
investigator got baptized yesterday! So that was the big news of the week! I am
so happy to be working in El Talar and to see miracles as we work with the ward
in the work of the Lord!
This week was super
tranquila because my companion developed some back problems and hasn't been
able to move very much. We were able to work maybe a few hours every day, but
we spent the majority of the time in the apartment. But I was able to get a lot
of things done like sewing to repair my pants, organizing and updating the area
book, a few power naps, studying Spanish and calling (and recalling) lots and
lots of old investigators. We can't slack off so close to the end!
Buuuut, I guess that
moment is getting pretty close. This will be my last letter as a missionary for
the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints here in Argentina. It feels
weird to write this, and it doesn't quite seem real yet. Has it really been two
years?!
Just so you know, I
love Argentina and treasure the moments I spent here. It's quite different from
Cache Valley, but still pretty darn great. And there are some STRONG members of
the church here, I really admire their dedication and efforts to live the
Gospel.
I can honestly say
this is not how I thought the mission was going to be. Before heading out and
in the beginning of my mission, I thought that being a missionary would be
hard, but easy in its purpose: I would leave the apartment right on time every
day talking to everyone. I would be so motivated and obedient and have my mind
on the prize the whole time, and my companion as well. Oh, also I would learn
to speak Spanish really quick. I would have lots of success for my righteous
desires.
Reality hit me pretty
early on. Needless to say, I didn't experience the mission I thought I would.
But maybe, maybe I experienced one just a little bit better.
Through the heat, the
walking, the rejection, the exhaustion, and the problems with Spanish, people,
and many other things, I was faced with a fair share of difficulties and
tripped up a few times. I was not the perfect missionary I thought I would be.
But whom the Lord loves, he disciplines, and through the trials and the failures
and the difficult moments, I learned some priceless lessons.
My testimony and
conversion has grown and now reaches new dimensions. I remember leaving my home
well aware that I did not know the answers to all of my soul's questions, but
with great desires of obtaining a conviction of eternal truths I had been
taught all my life. The lord truly qualifies who He calls, and through this
marvelous experience, I have come to love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I treasure
the words John V. Pearson wrote in the hymn 'I Testify of Jesus Christ':
I have not touched His
wounded hands
Nor yet beheld His
holy face
But I have felt His
love for me
And heard His gentle
voice.
I have learned the He
truly is real. He knows us, and loves us, and knows what we need. He gave us
His gospel so that we could become better. I know that grace is real, and that
it is available to all those who chose to follow Jesus Christ. The scriptures are
the instructions to a blessed and prosperous life and eternity. We are not
perfect, not even close, but we can become perfected through
Him as we follow His example. He tries our patience and our faith, but it is so
we can be transformed into new creatures and reach altitudes otherwise
impossible.
Thank you for your
prayers and for your letters and for motivating me to be better! I am so
blessed to have such an awesome crew backing me up. I love you all!
See you all soon
enough,
Elder Hardcastle=)
Pictures:
Miracle Maxi and our
ward mission leader and us