3/26/18

And yet there were still miracles. (thank you, Spencer, for helping me understand that)

 This week I was sick, very sick. On Tuesday I was about to die (I don't have evidence of that but I felt like I was) But I saw 3 Miracles: the first one was on Tuesday. It was early in the morning and I wasn’t feeling well so I went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. The bathroom and the kitchen are far from each other so it was a long walk and then back to the bathroom. I got on my knees and I accepted the fact I was going to throw up but I couldn’t and it was killing me at that point. I wanted to die! But then I prayed and I said “Heavenly Father please help me throw up” and then 2 seconds later I threw up and I felt much better. So, miracle #1

 Then I was still sick by Thursday but we went to go have a Baptismal interview for two of our candidates. The missionaries who do our interviews live about a 45-minute tro tro ride away, so this was the only time we could have it. We get to the place at 4:40 and the first candidate comes at around 6 and the other didn’t come so I was like dang it! Then the time went on until it got to 7 o’clock and the interviewer said when its 7:10 we need to go. Then I prayed again, and at 7:05 the owner of the house we were at offered us food so we ate and as everyone finished, I was still eating (because I was sick) and then as I finished the other candidate came! It was like, he does hear and answer.

 The third is kind of ironic and I don’t understand why it happened, but it did and I feel I should call it a miracle for reasons I don’t know. We didn’t have enough water to Baptize them on Sunday, so we have to wait for next week.

 That was my week. I guess it wasn’t all that bad but it was different from the past year and a half and I was in pain but I’m alive so I’m happy :)

 -Elder Ellsworth (also because we were inside all week, no pictures)