This past week was grand. Each week on the mission gets
better though!
So we had a good Thanksgiving. I actually didn't stuff
myself. By the way. I ate the greatest cheesecake ever. Props to Brother
Mortenson!
There's a 15 year old and his mom living with them. This boy
just found out that he has Leukemia, and the closest hospital close to him to
treat it is here in the valley, so the Conant's have them living with them.
Well, his Thanksgiving, he spent in his room. We asked for the boy to join us
that night, and we sang I Am A Child of God to him. Our roommates in English,
and us in Spanish. The Spirit was so strong, and I realized how blessed I have
it to be healthy and have the things I do.
Sometimes, we tend to complain about little things we lack
in life, when we should focus more on those big blessings we have. That's
what's important. Out Heavenly Father loves us so much, that he's blessed us
with families. We need to realize those important things, rather than the
little things we don't have.
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