I have the most distinct memory of sitting on the plane on my way to Hermosillo listening to the flight attendants not understanding a word and thinking to myself "I just want to skip to 6 months in when I finally have a hang of things". Whelp we're 6 months in and I still don't have it HAHAHAHA. Okay, I'm totally being hard on myself but I was doing some thinking and journaling and realized it's not about "having a hang on things" it's about growth. It's about what I have learned in these 6 months of serving the Lord because I'm never going to have it all. And that's what I love about being a missionary. I'm learning something new every day. I'm growing every day. And when I hit halfway or 1 year, I still won't have it all because there's always room to grow on this journey God is taking me on where I get to become who he wants me to be.
On Wednesday, the day I hit 6 months, it didn't go as I thought it would, it was kinda a hard day, but what's new in the mission world? We had a good morning/lunch but our evening was LONG. We started by going to the furthest part of our area for a reference and then having to go to the complete opposite side for an appointment. Just the distance was around 4 miles and we had already been walking for hours. We didn't have money for a taxi, it was raining, and the skin on my achilles had just cracked open. Frankly, I just did not want to go to this appointment but I kept smiling and hna Marquez led the way. We walked up the mountain to the canoas and when we finally got to the family's door they canceled. At this point I was so annoyed, my feet were killing me, and I just wanted to cry. We started to head home and I stepped in
dog poop. Like could my night get any worse? That's when I noticed there was a huge traffic jam of cars and tons of police on the main road. There had been a shooting. On the walk home, I did some thinking.....That main road where the shooting was we walk every single day. In fact we were on it earlier that morning. And had we not had 2 appointments on the completely opposite sides of our area we probably would have ended up back on that road. But because we had this long distance to travel taking up our time we were protected. Once it all clicked in my mind my tears of frustration turned into gratitude. Gratitude that I don't know everything but can trust that it's all working out. That my days are in God's hands and he leads and guides us to who and where we need to be at every moment. I truly never feel unsafe although my circumstances are sometimes because I know in whom I'm trusting and I know he will protect me.
I'm grateful for these 6 months in which I've learned that I don't always know what I'm doing or why but that's fine because God does and that's all I need.
Here's to becoming!!!
Lots of love,
Hermana Steuer
Photos ^^
Had intercambios again this week she decided she was going to act like a first-week gringa who doesn't know anything. So I got to fully lead every lesson and do everything, but it was good for me. Growing growing growing
Luis. The kids here kill me. Literally playing with a bird while we taught him a lesson. Thought it was gonna attack me or something. Also, he was the only one in his family that came to church... talk about being a light.
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