Millionaires My Neighbor Is Too He Has A Tesla!

So actually, this week went by fast, but it felt like two weeks because my brain thought that Tuesday was Friday because the week before went by like a blur. So this week felt like the longest week ever. Basically, I feel like I haven't had a P-day for two weeks. Idek if that makes sense, but...

On Tuesday, I went to the Caguas hospital. I now hold the record for the most times in the Caguas hospital. According to Hermana Skinner, I've been there six times, and not one of those visits was for me; it was always for my companion. So apparently, I need to be the comforter or learn something from the hospital, and I have no idea what it is. But now, I'm the champion for the most times in the Caguas hospital.

Our house exploded on Wednesday when we were about to shower. There was no power to the light switches, but our outlets had power. Idek, anyways, there was a fire smell, and it was kinda weird. I don't really know what the heck was happening there. I am so lucky I live in a cement box.

We had an amazing lesson with a lady we found on the street. Her name is Carmen. We had an awesome restoration lesson with her and her daughter-in-law, who came over while her son was talking to us. It was really awkward because they were divorced but friends. I don't know if the son got up and left because she was there, but he did bounce once she came. And then the lady hung out with her ex-daughter-in-law. I felt really weird. I was like, "Oh, weird." We had a super awesome restoration lesson with them, and they both said they'd come to church. They didn't, but they both said they are reading the Book of Mormon, so that's a win, ya?

Anyways, one of these days, I was driving home, and if you've been to Puerto Rico, you know the streets are really narrow. Anyways, they barely fit two cars, so I was driving home, and this guy was backing into his house. He did a turn, and his truck started taking up the whole road, so there was no way I would have possibly been able to drive. So I slow down and stop, and all of a sudden, I hear a screeching sound effect, and I look up in my rearview mirror and see a guy behind me fly over his bike handlebars after the back end of the bike is up in the air. I put the car in park to go see if he was okay. Luckily, the guy was okay and had just a scratch on his arm. I just had this thought, "Your patriarchal blessing." Now, this is special to me, but I know that guy was saved for a personal reason. Basically, this guy almost died on a motorcycle. Also, I didn't even slam on the brakes, so I'm just confused why he had to stop so fast and aggressively.

We found three little kids walking, and I raced them. It was so fun. They were the coolest little boys ever. Then they asked us what we were doing and were like, "Somos misioneros" (we are missionaries), and they were like, "Son millonarios? Mi vecino es un millonario también. Él tiene un Tesla!" (You guys are millionaires? My neighbor is a millionaire too. He has a Tesla!) It was the funniest thing, and we think they also thought that because we had shirts and ties, but maybe "misionero" and "millonario" sound the same in Spanish, millionaires in the eyes of the children!

We visited a lot of less actives this week. Here are the stories with that:

So there's this guy that we found in the street. He said, "Hola, elders." I'm Elder, and we ended up finding out that this guy is a less active with five kids now, and he's an elder in the priesthood. We were like, "Why are you not coming to church, you goon?" Anyways, we found out he has a hot dog stand, so we went on Saturday to his hot dog stand, and they were not worth it. We bought hot dogs to suck up, and he used Cheez Whiz for cheese and all this other Puerto Rican stuff. Let me just tell you, that this better get us in good with him; otherwise, I wasted $7 on two hot dogs and a gross hamburger.

We also had a super cool lesson with this less active family. That morning, I felt like we needed to read the Book of Enos. I thought it was for our friend, definitely for her. So we shared it with her because she was having some issues, and then we invited her to pray because that's what we strongly felt to do. She told us that she hasn't prayed in a year and a half. In that moment, I realized that God wants to hear our voices, no matter who we are, where we are, or how we are. He loves us so much. We could have invited her to do anything on earth, but we felt so strongly to do prayer. And then she said that, and I am like, "God wants to hear us always."

Somehow, I ended up on a less active's couch, listening to him make cow noises. Don't ask questions. What is life? I'm in Puerto Rico, speaking Spanish, listening to some 60-year-old man make animal noises. How did I get here?

"When we do the small things, that's what really matters. That's what leads to great things. Simple things can change us. When we do the small things, the small things..."

I got a strong testimony of this this week. When we were talking to the less active about prayer, all that really matters is reading, praying, and going to church once a week—the small things that lead to great things. It really starts with one small prayer. Maybe we will walk on water or part the sea, but only after the little things. All He really wants is something small. (@Elder Christensen ;) ) No, but seriously, the small things are what matter. We just simply need to pray because that's all it takes.

So if you're not praying, do it. He wants to hear you. He loves you and knows you perfectly. Pray if you're mad, pray if you're sad, pray if you're happy. Just pray.