“Ya po.” -every Chilean

I am currently writing in a little business on a street corner close to the feria. The sell marijuana pipes, an extensive collection of yarn, food, soda, internet, and fotocopias. Match made in heaven, or no?

It was a really great week. One day we were visiting members to get information on a referal and we were on our ay to the house at 9:35 pm. When ever it’s past 9 I get really jumpy. For example, the other day a grandma tried to talk to me and I ran away. It’s a reflex! Thankfully Hna Sneddon is a bit more sane and can evalute situations a bit better than me, so she talks while I am over reacting. And that’s why we have companions. Any ways, we are on our way to the house and a guy drives by and yells for our atention. Then he parks and jumps out of him car to talk to us. I was almost at the other end of the street already. Mean while, I hear him say that he is passing through a hard time and doesn’t feel like his churc fills him. He found info online and wanted to know when he could come to church. We sent up an appointment for other day in the church and he wants to get baptized and understands really well! But, he actually lives in a different sector. But it’s all good because we’re on the same team, right?

Yesterday we taught a Hatiano named Wani who is Muslim. He speaks Enligh really well. It was really weird to not only teach someone who doesn’t believe in Jesus Christ, but in English. We were with a family in Villa Seca and they could understand a little bit of the converstion, but not much. It was really beautiful experience listning to the devotion of this man. He explained that the life in Hati is so bad that if you don’t believe in God, you can’t survive. It made me think a lot about why I need a Savior to be able to change and become clean again. One of the members, Freddy, started speaking English and gave his testimony of Jesus Christ; who He is to him, why he loves Him. His English was almost perfect. It was such a powerful experience. The gift of tongues is real!

I love you! I hope you can look for opportunities this week to love your neighbors a little more:)

 “Hermanas, do you want a few grapes for the road?” One huge bag later… I love this place.

A member dropped off completos at our house for lunch. Welcome to Chile.

Hermanita Miller

“I’m afraid of living bodies, not dead ones”- Hna Sneddon

That’s right, we sang in another funeral. Well not funeral, it’s more like they put the casket in a room and they have a family gathering around it. Super weird.

I feel like I learned a whole lot this week. We had Zone Conference and the training that we gave and the assistants was about the power of the Book of Mormon to help people commit. I was really incredible watch it come to work as we applied it. We were teaching Daniella again and asked her if she had been praying about a baptism date. She said no because she still didn’t feel like she had the habits that she needed to do it. May new favorite Chapter in the Book of Mormon is Alma 7. I love that baptism invitation! It’s so patient and so loving. We talked about how the Spirit would help her and read from the BoM and she accepted! After 2 months she accepted! But they have to go to the South of Chile, so it won’t be until March.

I’ve also had the experience of feeling a desire so deep to help people keep their commitments, simply because I know they need the blessings to conquer their temptations and have a more fulfilling life. When a family didn’t show up at church I felt so heavy all day. We visited them and I just broke down crying and told them that I knew and felt that God was sad that they didn’t keep their promise. They came to church this week:)

These are the houses in Villa Seca. They are made out of adobe. Basically mud mixed with grass. All of those cracks are from all of the terremotos they’ve gone through. They’re the only buildings that fall when there are earthquakes.

Classic Villa Seca pic. Seca means dry if that sheds any light on why it has that name.

My cute little companion. Her poor little scalp was so burnt that we had to receive permision to buy her a hat. She looks like the cutest little country girl you ever saw.

I love this place and this time and this work and this God. And you guys!

Chao!

Hermana Miller

Por si a mosca

Well folks. This week we did a lot of running around because they had to take things form our house to get the house for the new senior missionaries ready and for the Elders in Combarbala. Yesterday Mart came to church again all by herself! I love that she can recognize now that she feels better and stronger when she comes! A couple of inactive people came to church with their sons that we started teaching and it was beautiful! Maria is only smoking 3 a day! Daniela told us last night that since she learned how to pray she feels like God is answering her and is starting to get really involved with the young adults in the branch. We walked almost all the way to Villa seca yesterday and then we had to run home from Maria’s house because there weren’t any colectivos. I haven’t been so tired in a long time.

And that’s all I’ve got time for this week.

Happiness comes form following the Spirit!

Hna Miller

[I invite you to smile, I’ll pay]