My Dearest Familia---
There are some days when I just wish so bad
that you guys lived in the mission field (okay jess and Sam and Brent
and maddle kind of do, but the rest a yall not so much.). There’s days I
wish you lived here because you would love getting to help out with the
work that were doing. Sometimes its hard to find people who are willing
to help us teach... not only do we have to find people to teach but we
have to find members to go visit them with us, to friendship them, to
give them rides to the chapel... sometimes it gets a little complicated.
But I know that what were doing is the Work of Salvation, that it was
never MEANT to be easy so that helps a little bit. This week we had
almost nobody to help us... all of the youth of the ward went to a
program called SOY (its basically our EFY) and so we really had nobody
willing to help us out.. It was kinda sad because we felt really alone
almost the whole week. But it turned out to be a good thing. When all
the young men and women got back from SOY they were all filled with the
spirit and the desire to help and share the gospel! It’s how I would
feel like when we got back from girls camp remember? Or trek, or a real
spiritual trip. It was really great because Sunday in church we got to
hear all their testimonies. Those were some powerful future
missionaries. (If I had a suggestion I would say that we should send all
the little boys to EFY when they can go. I know that it’s expensive, I
know, but I can promise it’s worth it).
Besides our battle with
the members this week we had a lot of great things happen to us! We went
on divisions with the especialistas again and they helped us to "raise
the bar" here in our area. We’ve heard that some big changes are coming
to our ward so were doing our best to get ready!
I love you all
bunches but I’m running real short on time today. Please know that I’m
extremely grateful for every one of you and for the things you’ve done
to serve and sacrifice for me. Prayers from Costa Rica...
All my love,
Hermana Kugath
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