I just wanted to post a couple of portions of Joshua's letters from his mission. It's hard. It's crazy! He bikes in the scalding heat about 40 miles a day. Of course he gets called names, life threats, things thrown at him, crazy preachers in the park damning him to hell, etc. But Josh is loving his mission. He's an amazing boy and we love him so much!
First of all, I love how creative he is with his letter titles;
18 year old boy in dress clothes rides a bike in the hot sun
and
World's sketchiest bano, zucchini and baptisms :)
and
Tamales, Jesse and Catholics
Here are a few pictures with his companion, Elder Peterson from Morgan, Ut. and others- He's such a beautiful boy!




So what had happened - my comp was on the phone and we had just finished teaching a
dude (Luis from Cuba, who has disappeared😐) and Elton was driving by in his car, saw us and freaked out,
waved me over and started saying "I know you guys, I know you guys!"
And told me this long story about meeting with the missionaries in Zimbabwe,
leaving Zimbabwe to work here, his family that is still in Zimbabwe, trying to
find the missionaries here in Dallas, trying to quit drinking, how that was the
only reason he wasn't baptized already, long addiction battle story, and a lot
of repeating things he already said, SUPER enthusiastic and happy the whole
time😄. We got his info and everything, and then he drove off. Elder
Peterson came over halfway through and afterwards told me he didn't understand
any of what Elton said. And Elton couldn't understand any of what E Peterson
said. But they could both understand me and I could understand them just fine.
It was weird. I'm used to translating for people, but this was different, 1- it
wasn't Spanish-English, and 2- I was only speaking one language as far as I
know but they could both (E Peterson and Elton) understood me. I suppose it's
possible that Elton just has a really really thick Zimbabwean accent and I'm
good at perceiving what accented English speakers are saying but that doesn't
explain why Elton couldn't understand E Peterson when he would speak. And since
I believe in miracles, I happen to think God gave me the "gift of
tongues" so that we could communicate with his son Elton. It was really cool😊
So, last week we had BUCKETS of
blessings and found lots of awesome people to teach, this week we got to teach
them, and we got to teach the Chavez family, again! There were some new family
members present who wanted to listen to our message so we re-shared the
restoration with them and it was better this time(we weren't soaking wet and
freezing and could better express ourselves). (my note: last week, it was pouring rain when the boys first biked to meet with the Chavez's. They gave the boys towels to dry off with but they were still freezing and chattering! ) We gave them a few more Books of
Mormon and talked with them about missionary life, our church, Guatemala and
other stuff for a very long time, basically just got to know each other some
more, and Aydee (grandma Chavez-Lopez) made us the piña drink she made the first
time we met them, inspired by and using the pineapple we bought them and showed
up to our lesson with;) They invited us to eat dinner with them but it was like
8:50 and we still needed to bike a good ways home, so we asked if we could next
time, they said absolutely, AND Aydee sent us home with a bunch of homemade
tamales. We had them for breakfast the next day and I almost cried I was so
happy. It was, in a very special way, just like Christmas:) I have never felt
so much at home than with their family and eating those heavenly tamales. I
love that family with all my heart. Also, Lorenzo, grandpa of the fam, was a
sustainable ag farmer back in Guate, so we really get along well😁 (my note: what Josh wants to be when he grows up! lol)
Tamales really are like a sweet God wink to him and were a special part of his Christmases growing up (mine too but in a different time.)
Love, Love, Love this boy!