The People of Honduras
I think I could sit down and right for a solid three hours and still have stories to tell about this week.
Estefanny (the girl who started investigating the church on her own) is probably the best investigator in the history of the mission. We went to go teach her this week and I was still a little nervous about her thoughts about the temple and baptisms for the dead. When we showed up she pulled out the Book of Mormon and showed us all these verses she had marked that she really liked. The spirit was so strong that I felt like she was teaching me about Christ. Honestly now that I really think about it she was indeed teaching me. I asked her if she believed in the Book of Mormon and in Joseph Smith's story. With a firm voice she said yes. I invited her to be baptized and she accepted saying that the night before she had been talking to her mom and told her that she was going to be baptized in the church. I can't even explain to you how amazing it is to find someone like this. She is a doctor, twenty seven years old and is going to be the best convert on the planet.
Sunday I showed up to church a little late and sat down in my sit. I realized that Denis (the kid we baptized two weeks ago) was sitting on the stand ready to bless the sacrament. As he read the sacrament prayer it was if every single word had importance. I got all teary eyed and felt something that has to be similar to what our Father in heaven feels for us. I thought to myself how strange that just over a month ago we were contacting him in the street just before going home and now here he was blessing the sacrament. The stake presidente was hyped out of his mind when I told him that he had been baptized just two weeks earlier. This truly is the Lord's work and to be apart of it has brought me a joy that I will remember for the eternities.