SIN

This week I leaned a little more about sin.  The hard way.  Why is it that we have to sin to remember how much it sucks?  Why is it that we forget everyday?  My [mission] trainer was amazing.  I learned the most important  lessons I could from her, but she had her weaknesses and vowed to be better.  Well, I'm not.  Saturday we got invited by members to an Asado, which is a BBQ, and an honor here.  It was suppose to start at 8:30 and I thought if we had time it wouldn't hurt to drop by.  So I didn't shoot down the invitation directly.  Saturday night came and we didn't have time.  We left our last appointment and the members started calling me like a jealous girlfriend.  They were waiting for us.  So we started to run over there and I called for permission to be back late.  I happened to have a zone leader that doesn't ask questions and lets us do whatever we want.  So we broke two rules and stayed out past 9 and went to a cena.  I couldn't sleep with the guilt I felt.  I told myself I won't fall into the same traps as my trainer.  I didn't say no, because I was afraid of offending the members.  I lead my companion into sin and I was a horrible example.  It might sound dumb to some of you but it sucks when you get sucked into peer pressure.  I knew it was wrong and did it anyways.  Sunday morning I did all the repenting and luckily it was Sunday so I took the sacrament.  I was humbled, thinking that Jesus bleed from every pore so that I could go to an Asado and eat 2 servings of ice cream.  (Satan knows my weakness is ice cream).  It is amazing to think that Jesus paid the price for everything...Well now you can guess how much time I have in the mission because of all the things I could write about I choose...I choose to write about sin.

 El Busque de Petrificado...We paid a crap ton to go see this busque...The pictures do it justice

 Felix

 The sinful Asado

. Hermana Casco and her famous bike