then this one night, i forget wich one, we passed by this foot bridge that had fallen down . we decided to fix it, and after lifting it out of the canal, i realized it had ants on it... the hard way. they started crawling on my hands,and then bitting my hands, and i started freaking out. so yeah not fun. seven bites later i now know that ants in bolivia bite too.
down here they call bananas waleileis. that was important because it is fun to say.
then as part of the tramites(paper work) i have to do to stay here, i have to have an address, but here in bolivia they dont always do street names... or house numbers. so for an oficial government document i drew a map of where our apartment building is. yeah that is when i realized that i amdefinitely in a third world country
then we went to a members house for lunch with some other missionaries. and the mom of the house brought out a bag of peppers.they werelike kinda really hot. and a bunch of the other missionaries tried themand cried while they were eating them. so i wasnt going to eat one. then my zone leader put two in front of me and my companion... and then my compi ate his... and my momma didnt raise no chicken...so i ate mine too. i put itin my mouth bit down on it and startedchewing like crazy. then it hit my like awhen you bite down ona lemon wedge, but hot. not spicy, physical heat whacked me in the toungue. by the time i swallowed my mouth felt like it wasnt attachedto my body anymore. it hurt sooooooo bad. itwasnt even spicy after i swallowed, it just felt like my mouth was fullof molten hottness. now i have been hit by a truck before. and i can proudly say i didnt cry after that. but i have absolutely no shame in telling you all that i cryed. 3 whole tears.
then (this was actualy before the pepper) i got a package from my family!! i knew they loved me! (just kidding gifts kinda stress me out. but i did know they loved me. i wasnt kidding about that) it had 4 presents in it, wrapped ones too. and ican honestly say this is the most tempted i have ever been. i was secretly praying my package wouldnt get here till afterchristmas because i didnt want to have to wait to open it up... and nowi have to waittoopen themup. so i hid them in my suitcase... but i know that is where i hid them and i honestly cant think of another place to hide them where i wouldnt be able to find them.
then on sunday we went to a members home to eat lunch. and their hijita was sick so they asked us to give her a blessing. we did and then we ate lunch and as we were getting ready to leave they asked us to say another prayer n their house. and it just made me realize how truly blessed i was to grow up in a home where the priestood was present and could be used when it was needed. i also realized that i now hold that same authority, and that nothing is worth giving up that authority. and that in this world to not be worthy of it, or to not be worthy of having the spirit with us is foolish. if onlyi could remember more frequently that NOTHING is worth givingup that gift.
i hope you all know that i am not just down here in Bolivia having fun. i am having fun, but more important than that i am showing my father in heaven that my testimony is more than just words once a month in fast and testimony meeting. i know that my savior, our savior lives. and this time of year is the perfect time to for us to share this truth with the world.
as a missionary i am always inviting others to come unto christ. these next two weeks before chistmas i invite you to do the same. it doesnt have to be on another continent. or even outside the walls of your own home. but someone needs your testimony. the world needs your testimony. it doesnt have to be big. just let someone know that you know, that he lives. ifyou are scared, send it to me and next week i will anonomously send them in a groupemail. si lo quieren
esta es total,
elder arkoudas
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