Baptism and Breakdown

With every baptism comes a breakdown.  Usually before the baptism, but this time after.  First I'll tell you the story of Fernado.  Fernado is a man that is married (unheard of here) with one boy.  He is looking for a "conviccion" I felt a lot of pressure.  Our first lesson we taught about he restoration.  After the room was filled with the spirit.  I asked him, "how he felt?"  He said, "the same like always."  I was shocked because the spirit was so strong.  Well that's pretty much how our lessons went until I just stopped asking how he felt.  I felt that he would receive his answer after baptism, but I just didn't know how to tell him that.  Well I was pumped when he accepted a baptism date and accepted all the commandments without problem.  I exercised my faith and prayed and fasted that he would receive his answer and that he would make it into the water.  Well he did.  The service went wonderfully, but its a good thing I called the Branch President the night before to clarify everything because that's when he informed me we didn't have enough priesthood holders to be witnesses.  That never crossed my mind.  I quickly called my senior missionary friends and they were willing to come and help us.  I'm secretly happy we didn't have enough because the Carters are my buddies and I wanted them to see the baptism.  Our portable font was filled with warm thanks to the sister missionaries running the bathroom sink.  Everyone arrived only 20 minutes late and it was one of the best baptisms I've been to!  Fernado of course claims he didn't feel anything.  He has got a lot of faith so it will come.  Like I felt after the baptism, when we just don't know.

The breakdown came last night when I caught my companion cleaning the DIRT off her shoes on the kitchen counter with the kitchen sponge.  I almost died.  I said, "gross, no esta bien, va a limpiarlo despues?"  She responded with attitude "claro" as she grabbed the kitchen sponge.  That is when I said, "NOOOOOO" and explained how the sponge is only for plates.  She then yelled at me.  Yeah, like I had done something wrong.  I couldn't sleep that night until I called Hermana Craun and explained to her what happened.  She laughed and assured me that bleach kills everything.  I'm trying to tell myself that it only happened this one time...

 I clearly need new tights...

 The cake on my one year mark.

Saturday, Fernado and his wife took us to this trailer resturant with this really pretty view to start our fast.  I know pretty cool that he is fasting and everything!

Hermana Carter filling the font.