Sunday, May 3, 2015

Herro

From April 27, 2015

Hey everyone! :D

So guess what, This week on Saturday a guy came up to us. Asks us for something he can read about God. So we give him a pamphlet and a Book of Mormon. Then he tells us he's homeless (totally didn't look like it) and that he doesn't know how long he'll be in Chile. But he accepted our invitation to church anyway and then we said we would meet him back there, at that same spot in the street, right next to the apartment that he was borrowing from some strangers, at 9:30 am so we could walk to church together. He said okay. So we pass by Sunday morning and he's not there. So we go over to the window and yell his name. Nothing. We yell it again. Wait 5 minutes. Then suddenly the curtain moves and we see him!! Pretty sure we woke him up haha. Then he motions to us that he's gonna come down. So he comes down to tell us that he won't be able to come to church because it turns out there is someone offering him a place to live outside of Santiago and that they are coming to pick him up in 2 hours. But he thanked us for the Book and said it was a miracle that we had met him the day before and that thanks to us, he could be more connected to the word of God. We walked away feeling amazed.... like holy cow miracle. Even though he couldn't make it to church and we won't be able to teach him, I'm positive that was an important moment in his life. Now I just hope he can find the consolation and direction he needs in the Book of Mormon. It's crazy, I've read it pretty much my whole life but am just now figuring out how much love and direction it has, and if I have a good, focused study session, I always leave feeling loved and cared for, like my spirit dad knew exactly what I needed and gave it to me. 

Sending my love!!!! 

xoxo
Hna Cannon II


Weird Chilean fruit that tastes like raw bananas and cucumbers. Not bad if you drench it in sugar.

Me, Hermana Andersen, Jessica, and her mom Viki. Bffs.

The spirit was too strong for that bus stop

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