For those of you preoccupy-eds about what I did to my two, let's just day that I put the pedal to the cheese grater to get a little extra flavor on the morning toast.
Had the chance to talk with a professional palm reader, not sure why but 1 Nephi 21:16 came to my head and I gave her a little rundown starting with "Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands." Apparently she thought it was interesting enough to accept a visit from us.
Also, apparently I'll have seven kids, three girls and four boys.
So, we spent the last rain spattered week, rain-spatteringly procuring rain speckled people in rain speckled houses. The results came pouring in. By Saturday night we had confirmed six people for church on Sunday. Unfortunately, only one of the six actually showed up, our dear Cearense, Neidiwagner. Just when I was feeling a little disappointed, the doors opened and in walked another five investigators, two who had said that they wouldn't be able to attend this week, two contacts that we made weeks ago but were never able to find at home, and one giant of a man named Rogério who is married to a member but has never come to church.
What can I say, the Lord provides when we do our part.
I was touched my a couple of things this week.
First, that strange dog on the street that always follows us around
Second, I was reading in the scriptures and I came across this in 2 Nephi 31:3
“For my soul delighteth in plainness; for after this manner doth the Lord God work among the children of men. For the Lord God giveth light unto the understanding; for he speaketh unto men according to their language, unto their understanding.”
Elder Jesus and I modeling in the backyard
I thought it interesting the promise that the Lord makes this promise to let the gospel spread throughout the earth in the simplest of manners, allowing everyone to hear it in their own language. Even if it's a little more difficult for me, as a budding Portuguese student, I felt spiritually uplifted that even I can help fulfill one of the promises that we all have.
Love being sent from the rain spattered rain speckled streets of Paulínia, Brazil.
Elder Andre the Giant
(no seriously, you don't understand the size of my dude Rogério)
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