At What Age Can You Give Your Child A Machete

So I don't know how to spell machetti (machete). bbbbuuuuuuuut. apparently a four year old can handle one of those things. just out there. cutting the grass with his dad. with his own machetti. yep. this ain't America people. 

and cigarettes (can't spell that either) aren't for 4 year olds either. ....that one made me sad. 

However, thank you mom for eating vitamins and minerals. I really appreciate my really good body that doesn't have huge problems with it. I know canckles are bad, but I'm getting over it. 

There are sooooo many sick people here. In almost every house someone is sick, or in the hospital, or needs to get an operation. I wish we could just...heal them. 

Clara suprisingly moved. She was my investigator who remembered my name and had the 6 year old son. We have been working with her to get papers so that she can get married (super difficult..we have more compassion for why people don't just get married here...papers) and so she can get baptized. well, long story short, she left for el salvador, and apparently isn't going to come back. We found this out and also that her...fiance is a drinker and doesn't help pay anything. so we are hoping that her life improves in el salvador. We pray for her, and I think she will get baptized. someday. 

Me and my american comp and the other american sister in our puerto barrios area, we eat lunch together at our house every day. and almost every day while we are getting the food ready we sing some American song like "my country tis of thee" or "I love america" but we don't just  sing  it, we sing it, but take turns singing the words. we change who sings at every word. We really like doing this. we love AMERICA!!!!

guatemala is cool too.

we went to quitiwa for p day. It was some pretty cool rocks that maybe someone in the book of mormon helped to make. maybe. 

I have a picture of my comp hna. Ynjo (een-ho) she is a great missionary, and her spanish is almost PERFECT (she still has the gutemalteco words to learn). we are glad to see her progress ;)  she is such a great missionary. We are good friends and I help to teach her spanish. she in from Peru. I am still in my trio, she is the other companion. so it's hna. Ynjo, Ramirez and I . We get along great. 

I am grateful for my loving home ward families (provo and st. George) Those were some pretty great wards to be in. I always felt like I had a family there. we are working with the ward here. We have hopes, but it is hard when the priesthood is limited and when people aren't worthy. 

I am so grateful for all of the prayers and love. I know that is what helps me receive tender mercies and moments filled with love and happiness and the strength to continue, even when I am having a rough time. Some days are hard, and some days are harder, but these are the times that push my strength and diligence to the next level. There isn't time to be down, there is work to do. 

Me and my boxer, strong, tall, swimmer, barbie, gymnist, perfect, need to watch body

I get a lot of comments about my body here. Some are very generously nice (like, "hermana hutchins has a perfect body") and some are....special ("you look like this professional boxer that I know of") I am already quite self-conscious about my body, and my increasingly tight skirts don't help either.

I am receiving the opportunity to develop my talents. I am playing piano for sacrament meetings. whew! it's kinda intense for me, especially because I don't get to know which numbers we will be singing until we get to church sunday morning. AND I have never considered my skills to be suffient to play for a sacrament meeting, but here, people will gather around the electric piano (mostly kids) and watch me play before sacrament meeting starts. We got to sing hymn number 91 again (I think it is now we leave at parting or something in english) this is the thrid time singing it since I have been here, and I am glad to say that we sang that song NOT to the tune of "onward Christian soilders" That made me and my companion happy.oh the magic of a piano. I am grateful for the years of piano lessons that I had, but it is sure difficult for me to play the hymns well ( I never even started to play the hymns before I quit piano) so everything I can do now has come from personal practice and the grace of God.

We saw some dancing horses the other day. Hard to describe, but they were dancing. It was for some fair thing.

We were at a Relief Society activity on Saturday, and at the end of this activity there was cake (shocker. I know.) and tacos (but not american tacos). We were helping serve it all up and put the lettuce drenched in mayonase on the fried taco shell filled with cooked ground beef and onions that had been sitting out in roomtemperature for at least 3 hours and the cake ON TOP of the napkin on the plate (she was very persistant that the frosting covered cake slices needed to be on top of the napkin on the plate). When we were done serving everyone else one of the ward sisters who was helping was counting out how many more we needed for the missionaries (us) and for the other sisters who were helping to serve. I said how I didn't need a taco and she was like "why? do you not like tacos?" (all guatemalan like you better eat this food...ALL of it) but I was like, "I just ...can't" (aka I REALLY don't want to get sick from that meat that has been sitting out for HOW long?) so I took the little bit of the "pft" look and expressed my sincere gratitude. I think we are fine. they weren't even her tacos to be offended over. gah. food.

Well, for the spiritual side of a guatemalan missionary. 

I feel like I have some repenting to do. I kind of feel like Lamen and Lemuel. 

So with the story of Nephi and his brothers, Nephi is always the praised and admired one (which is good) but if you realize the difference between Nephi, and lets say, Lamen is theirattitude. They both went to the wilderness, back again, back to the wilderness, back again to get some girls, and back out to the wilderness, both help build the boat, both traveled to the promised land etc. weeeeeeeeeeellllllll the difference is their willingness to obey. and their attitudes throughout. I feel like I really need to develop this more as I do missionary work and receive new dats and stats and "goals" that I really don't agree with. I feel like it is all too focused on numbers (numbers are fine and good, they represent actions) but I want to focus on the people. I wish I could focus on our lessons and quality instead of quantity and hours and HOURS of contacting. We HAVE investigators, but we don't have time to come visit all of them because we are too busy getting in our hours of contacting. gah! but I know I need to have more faith that the mission president is inspired and this is really "not the manner of men" but rather "the manner of the Lord". I am still not too convinced. I am trying though. And I need to remember the blessings of nephi and his willingness to obey (I do have other aspects that I am applying this principle to my life) I have recently studdied the story of the vision of the tree of life and how sad and unblessed Lamen and Lemuel were and how happy and blessed Nephi was. I should be more like nephi. I want to be more like nephi. I just know that there is some heart changing that lies in my future.

I attached a couple of pictures. One is a typical bus with all of it's fullness glory. and the other is me not knowing how to sit on a cannon gracefully and my comp hermana Ramirez photo boming it. yep. that's us.

Deborah Ann Hutchins, great: mother, missionary, doctor, and pancakes.

I have suprisingly encountered multiple tomb stone storries this week. "Deborah Ann Hutchins  great: mother, missionary, doctor, and pancakes." This discription for my tombstone was given to me by my comp hna Ramirez this week after I made her gluten-free corn pancakes ( which were pretty great). We have been getting a bit creative these days because of my companion's newly diagnosed dificulty of having Celiacs disease. (gluten intolerance)  If anyone knows of someone who has this disease, they know that it is kinda a big deal when it comes to eating. It can be pretty frustrating and difficult to adapt your life too. But if you think it is difficult in america, try to imagine this in Guatemala. When you go to the biggest grocery store around find 5 or so different cereal types, no corn syrup, EVERYTHING in a tienda has gluten in it, it feels like. Well, back to the tombstone story. So I made these pancakes after I got a hold of some baking powder (the lady at the tienda said it was baking soda but I was looking for powder anyway, so that was good). After cooking the now called "corn cake" and taking a bite I instantly walked into the room with my comp and had her try it. Her face was dumbfounded with pleasure. She blessed my mother for all of the cooking skills that I have. She was also very pleased with the no-bake cookies I was able to come up with. These are a couple of our favorite gluten-free snaks so far.  (p.s. everything we have made is without a recipie) Well, after that she went of this buisness idea (she's a buisness major) of how I am going to make gluten-free pancakes, make bank, go to school, be a doctor or something for a while, go back into my corncake buisness, paint jesus pictures for my corncake boxes and end up super rich (the full-length idea is more complex and detailed). So essentially she explained my life plan to me which also included the phrase for my tomb stone. 

oh, and for anyone who wants to be of help to me and my comp. We are looking for gluten-free ideas/ recipies. If you know someone who has celiacs disease, could you talk to them and ask what some of their favorites are? but just remember that we are in a third-world-country where we can't use an oven and they don't really have a lot to work with at the grocery stores. There isn't anything really especially "gluten free" but we are getting creative. and we don't have corn syrup here either. 

My other tomb stone story is that we went to the cementary today for p-day. I'll send a picture instead of explaining it. but we did happen to find a bone laying around there...which wasn't that suprising. it's guatemala, you take things as they come. 

The praise for my mother continues as she gets buckets-full of compliments for my skirts. I was called a barbie the other day because of my beautiful skirt.....and white skin. haha. 

the other day at this investigators house we drank "agua de coco" (coconut juice) straight out of coconuts. it was legit. I wish we had our cameras, but we didnt´t. 

sometimes me and hermana ynjo like to dance to the music of our telephone. it's not that great, but it's something to laught about. 

Before we head out in the mornings we kneel and say a companionship prayer. I offered the prayer and in it I prayed for good weather, and that it wouldn't be too hot. (I knew we had hours of contacting a head of us) It was a little funny, but I was sure real about it. God hears and answers prayers. We received a good cooler day with nice breezes. The little things Heavenly Father will do for his missionaries means a lot to me. 

I am trying to apply docterine of conference in my life. The one I am focusing on now is the love for my Heavenly Father. I know that it is the most important thing for me to focus on now. 

I am doing really well, and I am especially happy that I can meaningfully help my companion, Hermana Ramirez with her new challenge with the food. It is pretty much what one of my life plans options are ( to design food for people who have diet restrictions, like celiacs disease) We get a long really well, and are super good friends. Hna. Ynjo (the greenie from peru) is adorable and a great missionary. I can't complain. I feel SO BLESSED to have really great companions.

Thank you for all of the help and support!

my old trio (for reals this time)

one of me at the castle. big people don't fit here.

we have this inside joke of "wheelbarrows of inspiration"

poem for the day:

by wiliam carlos wiliams (I memorized this in high school)

so much depends

upon the red wheelbarrow

glazed with rainwater

beside the white chickens

we talked about this poem for like a half hour on the bus a couple of weeks ago for like at least 30 minutes. 

 

one of the cementary 

FLOUR TORTILLAS

first off, I have some questions that I need some help answering: where does the name "Hutchins" come from? (Rachelle probably thinks this is sad, which it is, but it is true, I don't know) however, people here think it is german or something. Also, what is my blood type? I'm pretty sure only my mother can help me out with this one, but yet another thing that people want to know, and I just don't know. sorry. 

Changes happened and I am still happy. However saying goodbye to Hermana Ceballos was sad. But in the words of Hermana Watts, the mission president's wife, "it is better to be sad than to be happy" because this signifies that you had a good 6 weeks together and that the moment of separation was a moment of sadness instead of releif. Our new third hermana, hermana Ynjo is from Peru. she is great, but she does need to remember to turn of lights, close doors, etc. but I like her personality and desire to work, so things should be good. 

They are splitting the area of puerto barrios. We have 2 more sisters here, so that should help with the work. 

I got to see my friend from efy, Hermana Savanah Roll, in the capital. She is now in this mission too and we ended up staying at the same house for the night of changes. She was really happy to have someone she knew there. Sometimes simple things helps bring a lot of support. 

I think I jinxed myself saying that I wasn't sick. I caught the cold. However, it is gone already! I had it fairly bad for a couple of days and I was having a hard time feeling well because of my lack of good sleep. We rode on a litegua (one of the nice busses) to the capitol for one nights worth of sleep, I slept on a caught for another night (which isn't very good for your body to relax) and then I shared a bed for two more nights (because we had 5 girls in a room for 3) hence, my cold was lasting longer than it needed to be and my body was just getting worn out! Now, I've got a couple of nights of good sleep on me, and I am doing much better. 

Coming back from the capitial with Hermana Ramirez was a blast! pretty much one of the best 6 hour bus rides of my life! (the other being the bus tirp for my grad trip to california with Nicki Bailey) We pretty much talked the entire time. We are a couple of good friends. I feel like I get to be blessed to serve with one of my friends as one of my companions.

Yesterday, we were talking to one of our inactive members at her house with all five of us. She was making FLOUR TORTILLAS which is pretty much my favorite thing (cafe rio pork salads are my favorite food thing) so she was making her tortillas and talking to us, which wasn't anything crazy special, but what was so crazy is that that room was a SAUNA! like I don't think I have ever sweat more in my life....and I've had some pretty sweaty experiences in my life. It was so so hot and I was melting like a ......worse than a snow cone on the fourth of july. But this story ends in a happy ending. I got a free trip to the spa AND I got a free flour tortilla...yum!

We went to a castle today for p day. it was a good bus trip away, but it was pretty sweet to go somewhere historic. I should have a picture attached in one of my other mails. 

General Conference! I wish I had my notes on me, but I've gotta say, it was good to watch it in english, even if the tv we were watching it on was SUPER fuzzy. I thought of many of my family, some of my friends, and also of my investigators. I hope we can all APPLY what we learned in that weekend. 

I had a spiritual enlightenment moment opening a jar for my companion. This other day, my companion, hermana Ramirez, was cooking something and had a new jar to open. She is a very independant person, but after about a good minute or two trying to get the jar open she hands it to me and asks if I would help her to open the jar (I knew that that action of asking for my help took a bit of humility). I opened it with instantly with ease. I gave it back to her and she finished cooking. 

Doesn't seem like much of a spiritual story, but it is! Later that evening I was thinking about this experience and how it relates to us and our Heavenly Father. Somethings for us are SO HARD and we can try and try and try to do it by ourselves, and sometimes we  can  do it by ourselves, and sometimes we need His help. We can struggle by ourselves, or we can ask for His help and receive all that we asked (and sometimes more). It takes humility to ask, but He wants to help. He is there for us. He can take our hardest of things and turn them into something very manageable. We can struggle by ourselves, or be supported with Him. 

I have a testimony of the truthfulness of the gospels of this church. I invite everyone to listen to general conference, and study those messages. We are living in a time to DO what is right, not just BELIEVE it. 

Rachelle gets the award for being best letter sender. Those things are my favorite and ALWAYS brighten my day. 

Hey,if someone is in contact with ELISE BOWEN or EMILEE EDDINGS I would really like their email addresses so that I could hear something from them. it's like they think I'm dead or something. 

Happy birthday to RACHEL THOMPSON who has been my friend since 5th grade. we have a bunch of good memories together, which may include singing in banana chairs and making towers with with the help of cheese plastic.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those you love, and those you don't know

I GET TO STAY WITH HERMANA RAMIREZ IN PUERTO BARRIOS! and we are getting a newby...we are hoping for a spanish speaker, because we both want to improve with our spanish, and hermana ceballos has helped SO MUCH. I was super anxious to hear about the changes that are going to be taking place this week, but the feeling of RELIEF came when I heard that we get to be together. We have gotten to be really good friends. We've talked about our struggles with eachother, so things have really cleared up. It wasn't bad before, but now...we are a team.  

The General Relief society meeting. I got to watch it....in spanish. NOT the same. It was good, apparently REALLY good, I'll be looking forwarded to reading it in English. However, I did understand a lot, but sometimes it is frustraiting to have a prophet speaking, but you can't hear his voice, and can't always understand what he is saying. My favorite parts were the musical numbers (they were in english) and I just really love the hymns, and singing. a lot.  Pretty sure my mom cried through the musical numbers with all of those sister missionaries. Especially with my little sister leaving for a mission in just a few months to california roseville english speaking. She leaves one day after her 19 birthday in ganuary....I mean january, because in english the "J" makes the "djuh" sound. 

which brings me to another story. So there are a lot of people who can't read here. and I want to teach them how to read. especially Clara, (one of our investigadores who remembers MY name out of the three of my companions....I felt special when she said that she can't remember my companions names, but that she could only remember mine ( I ususlally am the one that people don't remember or don't even try to learn)). I had this thought a few days ago and so I wrote it down in my planner to remember to talk about my idea with my companions later, and it just so happened that like a day later when we were at her house, she came out of no where saying that she wanted to learn how to read! I am so excited to help her with this! ps, thank you mom and mrs. Morris and mrs. Mendenhal for teaching me how to read. What a blessing it is! 

I am known as un "salvador" to my companions. I seem to always be prepared with whatever we need. water. hand sanitizer, flash light, bandaids, sizzors, tape, pills, good bobby pins, hair ties...the list goes on. 

Lights go out here on a normal basis. and the funny thing is, when the power goes out, sometimes you can't even tell because nothing really changes. possibly a fan turns off and maybe your one light bulb, people just are chill about it. I am grateful that I carry my flashlight for those times that the lights go out at night and need to go somewhere. like the other day when we had this tropical storm. It was pretty intense, but everyone and everything is okay. We had just gotten back from the store last p-day in the evening and were going to go do an fhe with a member family, but my companion really wasn't feeling well, so we ended up staying in the apartment for that evening. Which turned out to be a blessing about 15 minutes later when the big storm hit. 

So my mom asked me about bug bites and if I was suffering. i think it was the day after that I was at this one house for a LONG time because everyone loves hermana ceballos and doesn't want to say good bye. well, there were a lot of mosquitos, and I didn't get a chance to reapply my insect reppellent. let's just say the next day I had 40 inflammed mosquito bites...on one leg. I won't bother counting the other leg. yeah. it itched. a lot. 

We had a baptism of a 19 year old boy who is like my favorite investigator. But a funny thing is, (that wasn't all too funny) is the lack of white clothes. White clothes are a stress in my life. The priesthood men could really help us out if they all owned white shirts and pants. but all is well. We were eventually able to find some white clothes for the baptism. 

I guess I have more than just a stomach of steel, I've got an immune defense too. I'm doing pretty well at avoiding the sickness. My companions have both had a pretty good cold for the past week....annnnnnnd I'm still clean. They get a little offended when I don't want to share food off of the same fork/ biting a piece and then sharing etc. but I'm not sick.....jus sayin.

some funny things that happen in my life:

people using their hair as floss....yuuuuuuummmmm. :P

hitting my head in doorways, especially in busses. 

receving hair cream from a member assuring us that it is used for rubbing on mosquito bites to help heal them. 

and some adventures will be told after the mission....PS mom, I'm okay. :)

I'm continuing to learn more of my purpose here, as a missionary. I am learning patience more and more as I continue to do dishes of my companions, wait hours while this member is talking about who knows what with my companion as I am getting eaten to death by mosquitos, taking comments that aren't always super uplifting and so on...but really, I am happy. I don't know if the "time of my life" has kicked in yet, but I am sure enjoying this time more and more. 

I am so grateful for all of the support from my family, grandparents, ward, friends, parents of friends, strangers, church, and my Savior and Heavenly Father. I don't feel lonely, and I am not sad or nearly as frustraited as I used to be. 

Thank you for the prayers! 

with love, Hermana Deb Hutchins

Answering mom's questions

hutchins is interesting. People know that the H makes a sound, but in spanish there is no "uh" sound (as in umbrella) most people can't say it right. And for some reason, usually they don't put the S sound at the end...I guess they think in english everything ends with a silent letter? so it's kinda sorta oochen, Hoochen, or hoochens.

We have a member across the street who is the branch president's wife. we pay her for doing our laundry and we eat lunch and dinner from her...wich we pay her for as well. she is like our mother/grandma. She's great. her name is hermana cucul. She does the food shoping and preparation. She cooks really well, but I am not a huge fan of meat. I really never have been. almost ALL of the meat I have is chicken, and it is ALWAYS on the bone. I'm not even sure what part of a chicken I usually eat. I know it's not breast though because there is always more bone and fat then there is actual meat. But she really does cook well, and she gives us a BUNCH of food, and we have to eat it all to be polite...therefore, I am not as thin as I used to be. We have breakfast, made by ourselves (usually cereal, oatmeal or aroz con leche (rice and milk and cinimon stuff) usually at 8 am or so. lunch at about 2 and cena ...I mean, dinner, at about 8:30. 

There are not very many "stores" here at all. but a TON of tiendas. We have a joke that for every tienda there is a dog, and for every dog there is a church. haha. I don't know of THAT many churches, but there are a lot. a lot of evangelicas. The tiendas are like a cement building or part of a house or something, i don't know. but they are on all of the streets. they have gates in front of them and you ask the person there for the stuff that you want, you pay them through the gate, and they give you the stuff through the gate. they have candies and convinence store kind of stuff. cereals, salsa, toilet paper, oreos, pens....a lot of stuff. 

Yes we have 3 beds for 3 missionaries. Sadly, there is not a siesta here. so sad. 

I am so grateful for my clothes. they are great. My companions admire your skirt making skills. they are jealous. Crocs are an essential. they need to put it on the missionary shopping list. I wish I had more. I just hope these ones don't wear out. 

We usually have people to teach. We don't usually make specific appointment plans with a lot of people, we (meaning my companions) just know the times that everyone has work and we just show up at their house and hope they are there. It works out though. I'm not sure what people do here all of the time. just chill out in the sun and cook I guess. 

I think the whitness adds to the effect of bug bites. I don't know how all of the natives don't have bites, but I always do. I make a pretty good effort to keep bug spray on me, but I always have some nasty bites. I think they are usually ant bites. Probably mosquito bites too. There is not a lot of cocroaches, but the 3 that I have seen are about a whopping 2 inches long and can fly. great. I know. I was joking with my companion saying, "what if we got all of the ants in the world and put them in one spot, how much space do you think they would take up?" she responded, "probably a country" I responded, " I think they already have done that, and we are living in that country". haha. but really though. Sometimes we see ants with leaves the size of a dime or so on their backs all walking in a line. very discovery channel-ish. 

Hermana Watts (the president of the mission wife) is SUPER warm. and very close and touchy and sparky. We all love her. at first it's like, WOAH, but in like 2 minutes you know she loves you to death and wants to help you. kinda like sister sewell I would have to say. 

President watts is more serious and more of ...this is work, do it. But that is good. He is really nice though. I can feel comfortable with him. He is a happy man, with a purpose, so that is good. 

The church building is one of the nicest buildings here. it is like our chapels, but not quite that nice. the sacrament room just has tan chairs like the class rooms in our building. the piano is eletric, and right now, no one plays it. I need more practice to feel confident to play for a congregation. we have a little more than 70 people in our sacrament meetings usually. There are a bunch of celing fans, which are glorious. I think there is ac, but they don't use it, I don't know. in the offices though, they use AC. it's awesome.

That awkward moment when you think your water bottle spilt, but it's actually your sweat

So it's pretty hot here. and humid. And the other day we had a primary activity of "missionary for a day" 3 people showed up! hey, that's like 1/4 of the active primary children, and for a saturday afternoon, it was good. We went to the mercado and handed out a bunch of pamphlets of the restoration, plan of salvation, and gospel of jesus christ, along with little "invitations" to the church building on sunday mornings for the church meetings. well, 80 pamphlets later in the mid-day sun I realized that my water bottle had not spilt in my bag, but that yes. I just drenched 3 to 5 layers of clothing. that's skill right there. Puerto Barrios for ya. 

We had a lesson for "the district 3" the other day. (that's a joke) but it was really good! It was the first lesson, from a reference. we taught the restoration lesson and everything went perfectly! It was smooth, the spirit was there and at times I would think of something that I need to say, and literally two seconds later my companion would say the EXACT same thing out loud. It was pretty legit. We actually ended up commiting her to baptism with a date and everything. We left feeling pretty good that night. 

Sadly though, other days can't always be ideal. Our investigator girl who is 19 years old dropped/postponed her baptismal date. it was supposed to be last saturday night, so we made a plan B for the day, but nothing worked out that evening. all of our thoughts were that we knew why nothing was working out, because we were supposed to be at a BAPTISM right now. but it's okay. Her mom had a lot of influence of her hesitancy. I believe that she will get baptised, though, and soon. she is ready, but is scared of the change that will come in her life. 

We might have eaten 7.5 pieces of cake (some of which were pretty big pieces) in the course of 12 days. You can be jealous, but I'm not super happy about my waist line right now. It is quite werid not being able to choose much of what I get to eat. I miss spinach, kale, and SALADS. we don't get any of that here. 

I think I have a little obsession with peanuts/ peanut butter. I wish it wasn't so expensive here. and I wish they had recees cups (which I wasn't even that big of a fan of before my mission) and my favorite treat from the tiendas are a little pack of chocolate covered peanuts. yum. oh, I think the best milkshake I have ever had was the peanut butter milk shake we had the other day. sooooo gooood. 

There is this lady in our ward who will give exclamations us me and my other US companion when we do something well. It's like a baby learning how to walk, "yyyaaaaaaay! she can speak español!" ...thanks. 

Everything is "mi culpa" (my fault) whenever something goes wrong (ps our shelf died, and yes, it was "my fault") haha. I know it's just a joke. I'm not offended. But everynight when we are eating dinner out on our balcony at our little plastic table when we talk and something goes wrong, or if something spils the reaction is to fake trowing the table on me. One day we need to actually through that table on someone when they have the culpa. 

I might be an orphan mom. Since hermana Ceballos is going home next week, that leaves just me and hermana Ramirez who have been in this area. She is hopefully/probably going to stay here and continue to train me, but she has some health issues that might put her in the capitol for convenience with the doctors (we are 6 hours away from the cap) so that thought scares me to death. because I really don't KNOW this area. I just follow my companions around, and they know everywhere to go. I have hope that she won't get transferred this next week because God doesn't give us something we can't handle, and I'm really pretty sure I couldn't handle it, so we'll have to see. 

I had a "magic 8 ball" experience the other day because I was sharing my concerns about things that I have had and how they all kind of went the way my feelings were. (sorry if that was confusing) so after that my companions we asking me to tell them about their lives. and I was like uh....and then my companion broke out in laughter saying how I am like a "magic 8 ball" with the "ask later" option. 

Sacrament meeting was special yesterday keeping 4 children and younger busy enough so that the investigators could pay attention and feel the spirit. I kinda felt like a mom with 2 two year olds, a 6 year old, and a 9 year old. whew! good thing I had a couple of pens and my planner for the 2 year olds to color in. I think I need to invest in some crayons. 

I really don't have more time. but life is good. 

I am learning more about how this is a time for love, and the work will come. 

Thank you for all of the support. 

love always, Hermana Hutchins. 

 here are a couple of random pictures. enjoy!

oh, and the one where we are in green white and red is in honor of Mexico's independence day.