I honestly feel like I am in limbo right now. Last week I think I went through the grieving stage of leaving my mission because I left Cuenca. I left everyone I knew and loved. This week I feel like I am just waiting. We got to Guayaquil and they put me with my DARLING Hermana ISITA! The Lord really does work miracles and give us little tender mercies. She didn't let go of my for 15 minutes straight. Then I saw Hermana MOORE for the first time in 6 months. She cried, I cried. It was so great. Then we went to the apartment. And waited. We had NO idea what is was they wanted us to do for that week. Cause it wasn't just me they had sent to Guayaquil but ALL of us who are finishing and then some. So we were 12 in the house all working in one sector, for one week. It ended up being NUTTY though.
This week Elder Godoy the Area President of the Seventy came to speak and help us. We helped the assistents for two days. Then there was a mission choir that was singing Christmas hymns in the mall and so we went and talked and contacted all the people in the mall for a couple hours for two days. Then we contacted in the park. Met some great, great people. SO prepared. Then I got SUPER sick on Saturday. It was awful. Then Sunday was so weird because we were so many missionaries in one ward that there wasn't enough room for us in Gospel Principles, so we went and listened to the Gospel Doctrine class. Then Relief society was basically directed at us as missionaries finishing up and to another sister that had just got back this last week from her mission. We didn't have any investigators to look out for...we didn't have to ask the attendance, we weren't running around. It was weird. I didn't like it. Then I was still kind of sick and super dizzy so they told me not to leave the house.
Weird weird week.
Now though I feel better. We are going to work and preach. I can't even express to you my love for this work and this gospel. It is hard and and really I think it is hard because Satan tries to convince you that it is hard but really the moment you open your mouth to share these beautiful truths the spirit fills your mouth and your heart. I love being a missionary. I love serving my Lord and Savior. I don't know him perfectly but I know him better, and it was been the greatest gift of my mission. I love his gospel. I love knowing that there is an answer to every question, and that it comes in many ways. I love learning the language of the spirit. I love teaching it to others. I love being able to confidently express my testimony that I know, with assurity that this gospel is true. I love it. My mission here in Ecuador de tiempo completo is coming to an end. It hurts and it is strange, but I know I can and will always be a missionary. I testify as a full-time witness, set apart to declare the truth, that He lives. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
LOVE - Hermana Wride



