We made serious progress with the Munoz family this week. On Wednesday we got out of a lesson and headed over to the church to meet a youth member of our congregation so he could bike with us to the lesson with the Muñoz. By the time we arrived at the church I was completely soaked. After about 37 seconds of riding through Pot Hole City, we were super soaked. Oskar (our youth buddy who is actually not even in our ward) soon arrived on bike, and we all rode over to our lesson. We arrived to their amazement, and had an amazing lesson with them. After toweling off with this fantastic family's best linens we were able to testify some more about the BoM and we invited them to church. Have you ever invited someone to do something and immediately they whip out their phone and text someone to take their shift at the time you asked them to do? Ya... That feeling rocks. They came to church yesterday, and will be coming from now on. It is so great, and I am so happy that they grasping the hope of life once again (for those who don't remember the dad is still in a coma) Munoz family is this family of 3 girls, mom, and the dad in a coma. Has been comatose for three years now. Missionaries found him right before he went into a coma and had to stop meeting with them. We tried them again a few weeks ago and were able to give the guy a blessing at home and the hospital and the mom calls us her little angels now and the oldest daughter supports the whole family and she is solid. She is the one that changed her whole schedule to be able to go to church and she is the only income in the family.
Along with Luis, who has been steadily coming to church now for about a month now.
Our awesome mission leader's family all went to Argentina for the summer. He is staying here in Chicago for a few weeks to work until he heads down there himself. It was his birthday, and so we bought him a cake, and he took us out to eat at a buffet. I love how one cake translates to a great dinner for four! The place resembles Golden Corral, and brought back those good old memories of the Golden Corral trips, and chocolate fountains. It felt super strange eating straight white people food, and American tacos again. I ate a dinner roll for the first time in a year, which felt like biting into a delicious buttery cloud.
Not a lot of crazy things happened this week, it was just a regular missionary week. We are already half way through this transfer and will probably get a new companion in three weeks. Probably a new area too but I am really excited for another big change! Also I hit my year mark in the mission this Friday... Holy cow time flies!!
I love this scripture and I hope you do too:
Alma 9: 26 And not many days hence the Son of God shall come in his glory; and his glory shall be the glory of the Only Begotten of the Father, full of grace, equity, and truth, full of patience, mercy, and long-suffering, quick to hear the cries of his people and to answer their prayers.
I love you all and thanks so much for the prayers in my behalf. Have a great week everyone!