Because this is my journal, diary and picture collection I want to insert some experiences and feelings from the last week. They won't necessarily fit into exact time wise order.
1. I have arranged all of our travel through an LDS member here who has a taxi service and bus. His name is Percy Salazar and I have made all of the arrangements through him. He was in the temple the Friday night before the temple closed and ended up in our session. He introduced himself as he came in and Mike talked to him for a minute in the dressing room.
When we were at breakfast on our way to the lake he was talking with one of the sisters who is fluent in Spanish and he told her that he heard some of the sisters in the session talking about me and that they said that I looked like an angel. I feel such love for these people and try to always show it with a smile and a look of love toward them. I don't know how much of an angel I am but I took that as a compliment.
2. Yesterday all of the English speaking missionaries decided to take a trip to a macadamia nut farm and other sites in that area. There were too many of us to fit into Norman's van so he had called a taxi to drive four of us. We went in the taxi with the Fishers. It was cozy but I truly enjoyed it. There was some kind of problem and our driver did not get served his food where we ate so when we got home Tim Fisher took him over to get a hamburger at a place near here. As they talked he told Tim that his wife is in law school and his taxi business comes when there are calls and that morning they had a family prayer asking for some way to find the money for their rent. Just minutes later President Norman called him to see if he would drive for us, later that day his wife got a call back interview for a part time job that she had applied for and we had him stay around and take us down to a movie and pick us home again and we gave him extra both ways. It was touching to be a part of the answer to a prayer of a faithful Guatemalan family.
3. As we were coming out of the airport as we returned from Tikal there was Hector Gutierrez, our bus driver to the lake and for the next trip waiting with an Elder to pick up some missionaries from Mexico. The beam on his face as he called to me warmed me through. We are developing such a strong love for these warm and loving people.
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