Elder Pérez' Mission: Week 1- MTC Mexico City August 14, 2013

Well, I don´t even know where to begin. So they put me in the native program with all the Mexicans, right? Which is cool. But my companion barely spoke Spanish even though he lived in Panama and Mexico for 6 years...(He went to ASF too). SO since he couldn't handle it, he switched out and got a new companion as well as I did. My new companion is from the Dominican Republic. He speaks a bit of English too so I hlep him with that at times. But it has been great.

The Spirit is definitely real. Half of the guys in my district (including my companion) are converts. One of them recently converted about a year and a half ago and he is soo uptight it´s ridiculous. The other converts have been saying it's because he's new, which makes me hope papi wasn't like that. What he does is isolates himself as we're having fun and then gives us a scripture saying we're children of the devil and all this stuff and that it's gonna be bad for us on our missions. He doesn't tell me that because he thinks I'm un buen chico though. It's just one of those things he'll have to learn out in the field.

But anyways, I met up with Hermano Camacho and also said hi to the Pratts for you, they say hi back haha.

Oh and almost forgot, thanks for all the notes you guys hid in my clothes. And highlight of the week would have to be last night. I gave my first blessing. In Spanish. To someone I barely know. So what happened was that one of the sisters in my district hurt her ankle and asked for a blessing. And my companion asked who had not ever given a blessing (he's the district leader). I raised my hand not thinking anything of it, then next thing I know he called on me to give the blessing. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty intimidated. So before I said the blessing, I knelt down in the middle of the room and said a prayer asking for God to be able to use me as a tool for the priesthood and to be able to say what He wants me to. Well I gave the blessing, don't quite remember what I said exactly, I know that was one of the times I spoke the best Spanish though hahah. But as I shook the sister's hand I saw that she was crying. And I had this great burning feeling in me afterwards as well. It was amazing. I knew that she wasn't cyring because she thought my words were awe-inspiring, but because she felt the Spirit the same way I did. Very cool stuff.

To finish, this morning we went to the temple and also did that in Spanish for the first time haha. I'll be coming back with a Mexican accent. Love you guys!!:)