|Tonight I'm eating frogs|
So Monday and Tuesday were huge holidays in Cambodia so we were told to just stay in our houses and do a big deep clean.
|Cleaning the nastiness off the nastiness|
So we finally got our house in a liveable condition. It feels way good. Wednesday and Thursday went normal-- we were able to teach a bunch of lessons. THEN Friday rolled up.
A recent convert named Om Vi moved way way out in the wilderness and she called us and wanted us to bless her new house and do some service. We started to bike there and realized how far she was. We did the math and its like 25 miles ha. So we biked for what seemed like forever to this ladies house. We changed into our service clothes and she gave us these sickels ( the things you use to cut wheat with) She wanted us to cut this weird type of grass. So we were cutting grass and Elder Brewer and I started talking. I wasnt looking at my hand (I dont know why) and swiped to cut the grass while looking at Elder Brewer and just nailed my hand. I honestly didnt feel anything, i just noticerd i hit something hard. I looked down and my hand was just red. Way bloody. My hand was pumping out blood like none other. My left pointer finger had a pretty deep gash on it. I was like "uh Elder Brewer" He saw my hand and like flipped out ha and grabbed his cambodian handkerchief (called a gramaa) and tied my finger to get some pressure on it. I was bleeding way bad and om vi was like hurry put his on. I looked at the bottle and it said anti fungal for athletes foot. Ha I just laughed and was like no thank you, thats not goin to help. We called Sister Christensen and she told us to try to get to Phom Penh as fast as possible. BUT the problem was we were way way way out in the kites. So I just sat by the road holding my hand hoping we would find a car. We saw three taxis but they had way too many people. I said one of those desperate prayers in my heart and I kid you not within 5 seconds this super nice cambodian man picked us up. He was going to phom penh too. Wasnt even a taxi dude. He just said just pay me however much money you want (that never ever happens here, we always get ripped off) it was just a little miracle. We taught him how to pray and everything turned out to be ok. We got to the doctor and I got some stitches. So its all good. I'll have a sweet scar now ha.
|After I washed my hand and the bleeding slowed down|
|Getting stitches for the first time in my life with no numbing medicine ha I felt everything|
We had a lesson two days ago with a very interesting man. He kinda believes in his own religion. He's way into Buddhism though. So we thought the Plan of Salvation would be a great start. He told us he had 2 kids die and their ghost came and told them they were his neighbors or something. He says he knows his kids already reincarnated and they're living. So we asked him how they appeared to him if they are already living and he said their third spirit came. He told us we all have three spirits so we tried to bring up other points about how this could bless him and why God loves him, haha but then he would just say oh im to uneducated to think like that or he would just ignore us. I kinda felt like i was in the bible belt but just buddhist/ghost version.
I actually learned a lot this week. I've had a lot of time to think which is kinda rare. I was thinking about what its going to be like when we finish our lives and we stand face to face with God and get judged on our life. Because Jesus Christ died for all of us if we just use his atoning sacrifice we will be clean and spotless. I truly believe we wont be judged on the good things against the bad things we did in our life, but we will be judged on the people we helped and the person we became on Earth. If we lived a life full of service and following God imagine the happiness you and God would have. I literally can't think of anything better. We can all start somewhere. Doesn't matter where, but God will take you where and as you are. As long as we are trying to do better, it will all work out.
I'm starting to see why hard things are in our life. With learning this language I've just poured out my heart to God. I think I say close to like 30 prayers a day. And when something doesn't happen or does happen that i don't want it makes me confused. I was reading in Ether the other day and it says "you receive no witness until after the trial of your faith." God works with us according to our faith. I've been studying faith a ton, becuase i feel like I need to have more faith in myself and in God. Faith in all things, good and bad. I see some messed up stuff everyday. Like we tried to talk to this deaf mute man who was crippled. He had 3 cows and could barely communicate with anyone. Like why? Why does that need to happen? He will never be able to understand the gospel he cant here or speak. He just watches his cows. I thought about it a lot, it just seems to have no purpose, but Isaiah says, "My thoughts are higher than your thoughts, and my ways higher than your ways." We usually don't understand, but He is the Author of everything. There will always be a happy ending we just have to have the faith and finish this life by keeping the commandments and enduring.
Well we got transfered last night ha. We were in KC and PraeChoo but know we're just goin to be in Praechoo. It's hardcore Cambodia. Like there are no stores. Just little houses. Not one store! We have no shower and just that nast hole. Its going to be tough, but I know I can do it. Just me and my comp and all the little villages. So we dont get to move in the super nice house they just found haha. Oh well. I can see a little improvement in the language... they just speak super super fast and just sometimes won't say parts of the word. Its just tough to understand. I can read pretty well though. I'm getting a lot better. Its super cool to read a whole verse and only mess up on like a couple sounds.
I love and miss you guys so much. Thanks for all the prayers.