I can't help but comment once again on how quickly time seems to fly be. With the start of December, I can so very distinctly remember the start of December of last year. It seems like it was truly just the other day, almost as if I could reach across time and touch the memories.
This past week has been really great. The nice couple we're teaching who knew missionaries back in Mexico read in the Book of Mormon and promised us they would come to church. We've been talking about baptism with them a lot, and they're praying about it almost every day. There's just something invigorating about talking with baptism with investigators and extending the baptismal invitation that's unlike anything else. They promised that they would come to church yesterday, but alas we did not see them there. That's missionary work sometimes. You love big, and you hurt big. We've started teaching this other really great family who love meeting with us and reading in the scriptures. Their schedule is super busy, so it makes it difficult to meet with them regularly, however every time we get a chance to see them they have more and more questions about the Book of Mormon.
The weather is getting colder and colder, so my companion and I last night decided we would move our beds out onto our patio and sleep in the cold winter air for fun. Closest thing we can get to camping as missionaries.
Con Mucho Amor,