Not a
day goes by where I am not amazed by Peru.
What I have done this
past week cannot simply be described into an email.
However, I am willing to
try...
This past week me and
some of the Elders in my zone did a service project, it was for the kitchen of
my pentionista. As I have said before
her kitchen is outside of her house. It
is maybe a 10 by 20 foot straw hut with a concrete floor and tin roof, (but allow
me to say, she makes some of the most bomb food I have ever had in my life). The concrete floor is unstable and has a lot
of holes in it. So for the project we
took everything out of her kitchen, and we made cement. In order to make
cement, you need gravel, sand, lots of water, and a grey powder (which I assume
is the cement in powder form.) After a
half of an hour of mixing all of that with a shovel, the cement was ready to be
poured on the floor and smothered and spread by a knife! Now the kitchen floor is stable and looks
pretty nice.
On Sunday I gave a talk
in church about la obra misional, (the job of a mission).
Wow! Translating Spanish to English is difficult. Almost as hard as trying to write these
sentences, I am having to delete a lot because I am typing in English, but in
the way that I would say it in Spanish, in other words, I love Spanish.
I think the talk went
great for only having a days notice, and it was my first one in my branch!
After Church on Sunday I
travelled with my companion and 2 other missionaries by bus and airplane to
Lima where we could get our ID cards. After
arriving in Lima at 2am and going to migrations the following morning and
landing in Arequipa at 8pm I was emotionally and physically drained. And at that moment I was told that my companion,
Elder Atencio, and the other Latino that we travelled with are still in Lima
because they had to go to migrations again the following morning.
So here we are alone in
the airport, me and Elder Andersen who has been my friend since the CCM. We are in Arequipa with a 3 hour bus ride
ahead of us and we have no idea where to find a bus to take us back to Camana. After a quick prayer, a man called
"Obispito" who works for the mission, shows up and takes us exactly
where we need to be in order to board a bus back to Camana.
At this point I was
really stressed out, but as I took my window seat inside of this 14 seat bus
that currently contained 20 people I looked outside and saw the stars, at that
moment tears came to my eyes as I realized seeing the stars was a blessing in disguise
or in other words a tender mercy from the Lord. In Camana I have seen the stars at night maybe
twice, every night is cloudy and every morning is clear. But for some reason the stars reminded me of
home and what I am here in Peru for.
I absolutely love my
mission so much and after this short time of 2 months I’ve been out, I already
know that I will be able to say this has been best 2 years.
!Chao Entonces¡
Elder McCook
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