Christmas in the Hospital

Christmas was amazing! I am so so so so so so so so happy I was able to see my family. Even if my brothers are now taller than me and Jared is growing a beard... Anyways We spent the holiday visiting families and spreading the holiday spirit! So you may be wondering why I have titled this email as such. Well part of spreading the holiday spirit was passing a soccer ball while waiting for one of the members of the family to drive us to our next appointment. And Sister Avaemai is too good at soccer, so good that the ball couldn't even keep up! This being the case she twisted her ankle in a rather morbid manner which resulted in us attending a two hour long edition of Canada Healthcare: Christmas Emergency Room Edition. The result of which was a nurse informing us that we could pay eight hundred dollars and treat it tonight or eighty and treat it the next day. So we chose the latter and spent the very next day attending the second season running at four hours of Canada Healthcare: Boxing Day Emergency Room Clinic Edition. Oh ya! Had no idea what Boxing day was until I got to Canada, its like Black Friday for Christmas. Anyways the doctor informed us that her ankle wasn't broken it was just severely sprained. It was after this that Sister Avaemai informed me that her name in French actually means "Bad Feet." Isn't that ironic =D

Anyways after many hours of resting and icing her foot Sister Avaemai was able to jump back into the life of the missionary, well not literally. Anyways that brings me to this week’s miracle. We were in the process of traveling which here in our area takes about an hour to get anywhere by no matter which form of transportation (bus, metro, and walking.) So we had just gotten off one bus when we realized our next bus was just about to take off. At that moment God gave Sister Avaemai's ankle strength, we both can testify. She came from barely able to walk to sprinting faster than I and being able to get on that bus. We got onto the bus and both of us were a little shocked that we made it but then we realized why. Sister Avaemai immediately recognized a man who had been one of our investigators but who we had lost contact with when he had traveled to Haiti for a family problem. It turns out yet again we were in the right spot at the right time, for this man had just lost his Sister. We were able to talk about the Plan of Salvation and later on that night the Elders gave him a priesthood blessing.

For it seems the third week in a row the Lord has showed me that he sends his servants where they need to be and prepares them to do what they need to do. In school we are taught about how a plot line works in reference to stories, how there's the build up, the climax and the exposition. I have come to realize that every moment in our lives is its own separate plot line. Every moment we are prepared to handle, whether it be hard or easy. The Lord prepares his servants to fulfill his work, and I am so blessed to see this. It has been already six months that I have been on my mission and the thought of leaving my mission fills me with a bittersweet feeling. I don't want to leave this life, being a missionary has filled me with such joy that I cannot even start to explain it. I am so glad that I still have a year to experience more. I know that my Father in Heaven loves me and I see everyday that he loves everyone. I say these things in the Name of Jesus Christ