Monday, August 15, 2016

best and wildest week yet

Dear all,
Missionaries are not perfect. I am NOT perfect. 
Why did I start off this way, you ask?...well, it's honestly too long of a story to explain it all, but here's the short version:
Saturday was a ROLLERCOASTER of emotions. Sebas was almost not able to be baptized cuz we couldn't get his dad to sign the ficha. But God worked a miracle so that Sebas could take this very important and very special step on the path that leads back to Him. 
Oh yeah, and in the end, he was baptized in cold water. If it had been anyone other than Sebas, I don't think they would've gone through with it as willingly. But he is CAPO, so he didn't let anything, even cold water, stop him from getting baptized. 

Oh boy, I get tired just thinking about that crazy day. 

K, here are pictures:
Sebastian's baptism!
Templo! President and Hermana Robertson are the BEST. And so is the temple. 
Of course we play ping pong on p-day...
Those orange things are kinotos (or quinotos, not sure on the spelling...) and that is Ofelia! She is awesome. She was raised by nuns, but is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (for about two years now). {God works miracles and this IS the true church.} 
About Ofelia: she is 75, but has more energy than me. She worked as a cook for gay men in the United States for 30 years. She doesn't speak English very well, but she can follow a recipe just fine. She loves missionaries and she loves her Catholic traditions. She lives alone and talks a TON. (like practically every Argentine...) So, in a nutshell, it's always a blast to go visit her. 
Con amor,
Hermana Huston

Sunday, August 7, 2016

president called me

Dear all, 
As for news from Traslados: I am staying in Chivilcoy. (Woohoo!)  My new comp is named Hna Mattinson and Hna LeSueur's new comp will be Hna Cordova (my second MOM! WOOT WOOT!). Right now Hna LeSueur and I are alone in Chivilcoy awaiting our new comps (they get here on Wednesday). So we're gonna work in both our areas and clean the pench for the arrival of the other hermanas.
I'm super pumped for this traslado. Seriously. 
The news I want to share today has to do with a phone call I received from President on Saturday night. We all get a little nervous when he calls...
Hna Alarcon answered the phone and then she passed the phone to me. Hola, Presidente...
Well, long story short, he told me that he had just been present at Omar's baptism in Ituzaingo and said it had been a really wonderful experience. He said that when Omar bore his testimony, he said the following(...this is paraphrased obviously):
I am so grateful to the sister missionaries here today. They have taught me and helped me tremendously. But there is one sister missionary who is not here today and I wish she could've been. Hermana Huston is the one who told me very directly that I needed to read the Book of Mormon and pray about it to know if it was true. And because I did that, God was able to inspire me to be baptized in the true church - the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And because of that, my life has changed.  
Okay, that was VERY paraphrased. I mean, President was quoting Omar and obviously he translated it when he talked with me and then I wrote what I remembered so yeah. But can you just imagine my surprise and utter joy in that moment? I choked up and all I could say was Thank you. Thank you, President, for calling me.
Even now...I get this feeling in my heart and throat that, man, it's just indescribable. 
I know that it wasn't me that got to Omar. It was the Holy Ghost giving power to my simple words. I know this is God's work and I am eternally grateful to my Father in Heaven for allowing me to be His servant. I love being a missionary. I love respresenting my Savior, Jesus Christ. I love this gospel and I know that it is true. And I share these things with you in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Con amor,
Hna Huston


Dear all,
Something funny here in Argentina is that instead of names like darling and honey, couples call each other things like viejo, gordo, flaca, etc. and that's considered cariñoso. 
In other news, I started reading Our Search for Happiness and I love it. On page 8, Elder M. Russell Ballard explains exactly, EXACTLY what I've been feeling and experiencing since I got to Argentina. 
"As I strolled along the Trent, weary and yet happy and satisfied in the work, an overwhelming feeling of peace and understanding came over me. It was at that precise moment in time that I came to know that Jesus Christ knew me, that He loved me, and that He directed our missionary efforts. Of course I'd always believed those things. They were part of the tesimony I had shared just a couple of hours earlier. But somehow in that instant of what I realized was pure revelation, my belief turned into knowledge. I didn't see any visions and I didn't hear any voices, but I could not have known of Christ's reality and divinity any more intensely had He stood before me and called out my name."
That first part is what I wanted to share because he explains what I've been feeling PERFECTLY. 
"It was at that precise moment in time that I came to know that Jesus Christ knew me, that He loved me, and that He directed our missionary efforts. Of course I'd always believed those things...But somehow in that instant of what I realized was pure revelation, my belief turned into knowledge."
My belief is turning into knowledge, time and time again. 
I know that this is the true gospel. 
And God is blessing us with miracles. MIRACLES. 
Yesterday we called our mission president to tell him about a huge miracle that happened and I wanted to share it with you all. On Saturday we were visiting Edith, a woman who is one of the ladies here in Chivilcoy who is basically like our second mom. She doesn't go to church and hasn't gone for years. We don't know exactly the reason, but she was hurt by something that occurred and for that reason, doesn't come to church. But in her house, we met Sebastian. One of Edith's sons is named Juan and he is special. So is Sebastian. I think he's slightly autistic. And he has some physical handicaps since he had 6 operations on both his legs and therefore can't walk well. We didn't know that until yesterday. 
Wow, I'm doing a terrible job of telling this story.
Suffice it to say that we met Sebastian on Saturday and he started asking us questions about what religion we belonged to, where the church was, etc. He gave us his number, his address, and he said he'd come to church to check it out. Ok, as a missionary, I can tell you this. Sebastian es un RE MILAGRO. What's more is that yesterday, he came to church. He came late, because well, we discovered a bit about his medical history and that just testified to us even more how amazing he is. Despite his physical impediments, HE CAME TO CHURCH. I don't know how he walks by himself. When we got to him, we each took him by the arm and helped him into the chapel. And afterwards, he told us that his dad doesn't know that he came to church. So we're gonna have to go ganar confianza...pray for us please.
Like  I said, Sebastian is slightly autistic. But he is super intelligent and super GOOD and we feel so blessed that he found us. Yeah, we didn't find him. God led him to us. Wow, I just can't even express my gratitude and happiness to be a missionary right now. 
Also, Hna Cordova emailed me to give me the news that Omar is going to be baptized! He was our investigator in Ituzaingo just before I got transferred. 
And there are more miracles. With menos activos, with random people in the street...things are happening that confirm my testimony over and over again that this is God's work and He blesses us when we try, when we put forth our very best effort and we follow the Spirit. I leave you with my testimony in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Con amor,
Hna Huston
P.S. Sorry my emails are so loco. Time is up so I don't have time to edit. I hope I made some sense. Love you all!

a few of my favorite things

Dear all,
My favorite things about Argentina (apart from the people, of course), are the sky and the ice cream. Both are heavenly. 
And I love the Spirit too.
Other random notes from Hna Huston in Chivilcoy:
- kinotos are little, oval oranges. But oranges that you can eat the peel of. Super yummy.
- I dream in Spanish now! Apparently I still talk in my sleep occasionally...
- the other Sunday our class was on ayuno (fasting). And Elder Brockbank started the class asking what we knew about fasting. Someone spoke up and starting describing his morning and how he prepared himself breakfast and stuff....what?? hahaha he was describing "desayuno" not "ayuno". When we all recovered from our inital surprise, we all had a good laugh. And by the end, everyone understood what ayuno meant, thankfully. 
- We wear helmets for more than just our physical protection. They make us look uglier and that is a very good thing. Nothing bad has happened, do not worry. God protects us. It's funny how much the mission is a metaphor for life. Follow the mission rules. Keep the commandments. And God WILL bless you and guide you. 
- look up "She's going on a mission" (Hna Alarcon has that song and it's super funny. I'll watch the video when I get back, but in the meantime, I thought you'd all enjoy it.)
- Missionaries have many roles: nurse, psychologist, ping pong player, baker, friend, cyclist, listener, dog and house-sitter, the list is endless. But obviously the most important: respresentative of Jesus Christ.
If you're wondering "dog and house-sitter???), let me explain. Yes, in my last area, we took care of someone's house and dog while he was in the hospital. I forgot to tell that story, but I want to share it now. 
Esteban is a recent convert in Ituzaingo. He is 60 something years old and after he got baptized, he resumed his bad habit of smoking and we were trying to help him reach his goal of quitting for good. 
So, one night, Hna Cordova and I had just finished a lesson and didn't have any set plans, but we consulted our map and our possible plans and for some reason, everything was directing us to a certain street called Brandsen. So we walked all the way to Brandsen and started along that road, when all of a sudden, we see Esteban. He was hobbling along and we said hello, but as we got closer, we realized that he was in a lot of pain. He was trying to get to the pharmacy, so we walked with him. But it was closed and the pain was getting increasingly worse. Ugh we felt so bad for him, becuase he was in such pain. We walked him home and from his house, we called the ambulance. They came and he gave us the keys to his house and then they took him to capital to a hospital. 
We called the Bishop and let him know what was going on. And for the next couple days we made sure his dog (Ñoño) had food and water.
What is the main point of telling you this story? 
The Holy Ghost guided us to Esteban that night. I know that without any doubt. He needed us that night, and thanks to the Spirit, we were led to him.
And you know what else?
After Esteban's stay in the hospital (he underwent an operation of his vesicula...don't know what that is in English honestly), he returned home and told us that he didn't smoke anymore. He wasn't allowed to smoke in the hospital, so he was FINALLY able to overcome that addiction.
God works in mysterious and miraculous ways. 
Con amor,
Hna Huston 

in the zone

We've been having a lot of experiences lately where people come up and approach US to talk to with us. Milagros! And then we get their address and sometimes a specific cita to go visit them. It's pretty exciting. Today we're gonna go for the first time to a home that we contacted yesterday and we're pumped because the kids were super buenos. 
I'm starting to feel less nervous and more confident in myself and my castellano. All the studying and prayers and fasting are definitely helping and working miracles in me. God is helping me. For example, yesterday marks a landmark for me in my, in my LIFE. Cuz I gave my very first talk where I didn't write down every word I was gonna say. AND it was in castellano. WOOT WOOT. 
Shout out to my wonderful mother for sending me the email that was the main thing I based my talk off of. It was the conversion story and testimony of her oldest brother Hector as well as her testimony. So I shared lots of testimonies yesterday because of course I added my own testimony in my discurso. 
I prayed so much. And I KNOW that God helped me have the Spirit when I was up there at the pulpit or else there's NO way I could've done that. Not that it was perfect, but it was the message that I felt God wanted me to share about "las bendiciones del Libro de Mormon" and I didn't faint or anything. I winged my talk for the first time ever, (I had notes, but I didn't have my whole talk written out word-for-word) and the Spirit guided my words. That may seem like a small or insignificant miracle to others, but to me, that is maravilloso. Because I've never been able to do that before. I always let my fear and doubt get in my way. 
But no more. I am learning and growing. I know there will still be times where I fail, but it's okay. I just need to do the very best I can and rely on the Lord. This gospel is amazing. 
Con amor,
Hna Huston
P.S. This pic is from our Zone Conference on my birthday :)
Hna Alarcon, my comp, is to the right of me if you're looking at the photo. And the two hermanas on the far right are Hna Macha and Hna LeSeur (from Peru and from Gilbert, AZ) and the elder on the far right is Elder Tingey, also from AZ...Mesa, I think. Lots of Arizonans :) 


Dear all,
Go read "Fortaleza que va mas alla de la nuestra." Not sure exactly what that is in English, but it's a talk by Elder David A. Bednar and I want you all to read it. Cuz it's awesome. 
Thank you for all the birthday wishes! Missionary birthdays are interesting lemme tell ya, but yeah, I appreciate the love.
This week is La Semana de la Dulzura. You give someone a candy and they give you a kiss. 
Argentines celebrate anything and everything. It's pretty funny. 
I'm a fan, although I can't really participate in lots of the celebrating...haha I'll just have to return to Argentina someday as well as implement these traditions in the U.S. 
Un abrazo!
Hna Huston


Dear all,
Whelp, this week has been very interesting. I have a bicycle (it's plain black) and I love it. It's fun even though it's also so different than walking. It's pretty weird how many times I am doing something and just think..."what on earth? How can this be real life? How can this be my life? I must be making things up." But no. It is real life and it is my life. I am riding around on a bicycle in the rain and wind and cold to share the gospel with people I just barely met, but somehow I already love. 
Ugh, I am so far from perfect, it is laughable. I am so wet, it is funny. I am so ME, it makes me shake my head at myself.
But I am also a representative of Jesus Christ. So I am happy.
Happy doing these funny, weird, tough, crazy things. 
To clarify what these "things" are, here are some examples:
- sharing my testimony on the spot in my new rama (in spanish obviously)
- being the only people in the whole city who wear helmets when riding bikes.
- riding a bike in whatever weather (and always in a skirt)
- saludando a todos (saying hola! buen dia/ buenas tardes/ buenas noches to EVERYONE regardless of the response we get in return)
- teaching lessons and praying in the oddest situations and cualquier circumstances
- going to teach a lesson with Hna LeSeur cuz our comps were both sick. (yeah, they trusted us to do that, idk how, but somehow it worked out.)
It's a party. I learn and grow every single day. I'm not where I want to be obviously, but I am trying my hardest and I am learning that I will NEVER be perfect. I just want to keep working. And keep improving. 
It's a good thing I'm used to my body hurting. I feel bad for my comp cuz she was so tired the other day, that she just couldn't. So we went home and she slept for a few hours. I wrote in my journal and studied PME and slept a bit too. I'm just thankful for my background in running cuz that helps me be strong in moments that test my physical endurance.
Oh yeah, so it's four of us in one pench now and it's super fun! Hna LeSeur is from Gilbert, AZ (SHOUT-OUT TO KRISTI RUSH!!!!!) and she also likes to run so we've all gone running a couple times already. Hna Macha is from Peru and she's our hermana training leader. A lot of the older sister missionaries are finishing their missions and going home and that's why we only have one hermana lider entrenadora instead of a companionship. I try not to let it stress me out that that means younger missionaries like me are gonna have to step it up SOON. Ah! I am doing the best I can and trying to learn all I can so I can be ready for anything. It's so hard. But possible. Thank goodness for the gospel. 
Con mucho amor,
Hermana Huston
P.S. Next week I'll try to send pics from my last transfer cuz Hna Cordova promised she'd email me some. 

Off to Chivilcoy!

Dear all,
This week was loco. I´m emailing from las oficinas right now. We couldn't email yesterday because it was dia de la bandera and everything was closed! It was a long weekend for everyone here in Argentina because they had feriado (holiday) on both Friday and Monday.
But yeah, this week was really great. We had divisiones on Tuesday so I learned a lot from Hna Dos Santos (from Brazil) and by now she is already at her house cuz she finished her mission this traslado. She is super wonderful and I loved that I got to spend a day learning from her example. Then on Thursday we went to Capital to do tramites, but turns out they were tramites truchos because we were supposed to go at the earliest, 10 days before my visa is going to we went too early. 
After that we had a trio for a few days which was muy divertido. And then on Sunday night, they called us with the changes. I am going to Chivilcoy (CAMPO!) with Hna Alarcon (she's from Mexico, Mami!) and we're gonna be riding bici! Apparently she's the only Hermana from Mexico in our whole mission. So I'm lucky to be with her :) and the pench in Chvilcoy is super cheto! I'm pumped for that cuz the pench in Ituzaingo 3 was one of the oldest in the mission. I mean, I loved it and it was muy lindo...but the pench I'm gonna be in now has a LAVAROPAS and a microwave - WOOT WOOT! That is really rare. So I'm gonna appreciate it while I can. 
Yesterday was rough...saying goodbye to the people in Ituzaingo wasn't easy. But I am excited for the new experiences I will have and new people I will meet in Chivilcoy. 
Today, we went to Capital again and this time it was a success. I renewed my visa and then in a month or two I'll finally get my residencia...or whatever it's called that will let me stay in Argentina for two years ish. 
Lots of change this week, but change is good cuz it helps us progress un monton!
Con amor,
Hna Huston
P.S. Apparently the US is doing pretty well in something...cuz when I mention that I'm from the US, everyone updates me on our status in fútbol. Woot woot! 
Go USA! And Argentina!

about to be booted out of the country

Dear all, 
So I'm not really gonna be booted out of the country, but almost. I got an email today from the oficinas saying that my documents haven't arrived yet and my temporary visa is about to we set up a day for me to go to Capital and renew my visa. Phew! It'll be just one of many adventures this week cuz every week is full of 'em.
Really quickly, thoughts from Hna Huston this week:
How can I be on the mission for THREE MONTHS already and still feel like I know nothing? Arggggggh.
But this morning in my personal study, I read a capitulo in 1 Peter that helped me feel tons better and I want to share a bit. 
6 - we must humble ourselves before God
7 - we must cast ALL our cares upon him, because He cares about us. 
8 - Be sober. Be vigilant. because the devil, the adversary, the lion is all around us seeking to destroy all that is good. (YUP! that is the truth right there...)
10 - But REMEMBER: Dios le ha llamado a su gloria eterna en Jesucristo. Isn't that beautiful? And even more so because it is TRUE. God is with us. God wants to help us along the road to eternal life. 
He allows us to go through trying times BECAUSE He loves us. Because it is through those trials and hardships that He perfects us. As long as we do what it is says in verses 6, 7, 8, and 9. 
I don't know if this will help anyone out there in the U.S., but it certainly helped me to have a bit more patience with myself. It's hard cuz I wish I was perfect cuz my faults are keeping me from helping all the people I want to help. But I'm definitely not perfect. And that's okay. God just expects me to do the best that I can do right now and keep working hard to IMPROVE. So here's to continual progress. To constant TRYING to learn and advance on the path to perfection. 
Con mucho amor,
Hna Huston
P.S. I also loved verse 14 of that same chapter. It's perfect for Argentina cuz we always "greet one another with a kiss of charity." hahaha looks like Argentina is on the right track in something ;)


Dear all, 
It's so weird how much I've changed. So strange, but so good. I am focused on other people so much, that when I catch glimpses of myself in the mirror (on the collectivo or in someone's house), I am surprised by the person I see in my reflection. I wonder: woah, is that what I look like? I had almost forgotten. 
Anywho, as promised:
My compilation of Castellano words and phrases...
a ful!
barbaro (they say this about anything and everything. And it makes us (foreigners) laugh so much)
nos vemos en Disney - (said sarcastically) it means that that is never going to happen
capas/quisas - maybe
My favorites are "de diez" and "capo" which mean AWESOME! :)
Oh, and I love "coso." It doesn't have an exact translation because it basically means "that thing that I forgot the name of so I'm going to substitute it with COSO" hahaha I love Argentinos. 
Here are some more words with translation:
suelo - floor
lechonsita - piglet
colectivo - bus
fideos - pasta
obvio - obviously 
chapa - crazy
gaseosa - soda
rostro - face
barro - mud
reja - fence (almost EVERY house has a reja...inseguridad)
nena - baby girl
nene - baby boy
cachoro - puppu
cacheton - has chubby cheeks (person or dog usually) 
pochoclo - popcorn (choclo - corn...obvio)
mantequilla de mani - peanut butter
zorro - fox
berrinches - temper tantrums
picaflor - a type of bird or a ladies' man
nivel - level
grano de mostasa - mustard seed
helado - ice cream (YUM!)
palta - avocado
madrugada - middle of the night
libelula - dragonfly
fondo - backyard or more profound or far away
re (pronounced "ray") - very     (so, re bueno - very good)
palestra - rock-climbing wall
cancion de cuna - lullaby
luna de miel - honeymoon 
budin de amapola - loaf of lemon poppy seed bread (soooo good)
That´s all for now. The experiences I'm having are so diverse and many in number and hard to explain that I can't communicate everything in emails, I'm sorry. But I'll be home before you know it. Time is seriously going way too fast. Our weeks are like this: Lunes - p-day to prepare for the week. Jueves - planeamiento semenal (we make plans for the missionary week), Domingo - we partake of the sacrament (our 15 minutes to breathe and renew our covenants) and then the cycle starts all over again. Lunes, Jueves, Domingo. All of our time is dedicated to the people here. I'm serious. It's wonderful and hard. HARD because we feel their pains and their struggles, but also maravilloso because we can help by sharing the gospel of Jesus Christ with them. The Church is true. 
I love you all!
Hermana Huston


Dear all,
I realized I haven't been writing many details/stories from the week in awhile. So this time I'm gonna share one spiritual thought and then just make a list of random, funny stuff that has happened so far on my mission. Also I will include my compilation of some castellano words and phrases. Feel free to introduce them to the US. I sure will when I get back.
Spiritual thought: Alma 26:16
Random stuff: 
- I ate rava aka octopus. It was pretty good cuz it was breaded and we ate it with really yummy rice.
- we had a lesson with an old old man in a hut. We set up this cita with him and he had prepared everything for when we came to teach. Yup, he remembered we were coming and he prepared....which included him setting up a statue of the Virgin Mary on the table around which we sat and shared the message of the Restoration. He is really good, but not willing to change or listen to us very much. (Argentines LOVE to talk, for the most part.) But we invited him to church and maybe someday, he'll be ready to come.   
- one morning I fell asleep praying. That's not too surprising considering how tiring it is to be a missionary, but I was praying OUT LOUD and I still fell asleep...luckily Hna Cordova woke me up and I was able to continue without further interruptions. 
- my hands are ALWAYS cold. But they don't hurt. It's just funny cuz men are always surprised by how cold my hands are. And one time, we were contacting someone on a street corner. He was a little drunk. We shook hands with him, and he turns to me and asks "Vos estas muerta?? Tus manos son helados!" (Are you dead? Your hands are freezing!) Yeah haha it was an interesting chat.
- el 25 de Mayo is some kind of holiday here in Argentina (dia de patria). Some kind of independence day, I think. And apparently they always celebrate with locro. So we ate locro! It was delicious, the only problem was that we had just eaten a big almuerzo with some elderly members who are very wealthy and very generous. We had asado and choripan (a chorizo sandwich p.s. the chorizo here is different from what I ate before the mission. Both are super good.) and budin de pan con dulce de leche (kind of like flan, but better). So we were STUFFED that day. My stomach has expanded a lot. It's not a good thing.
- one time we ordered Grido. Yes, in the United States we have pizza delivery and that is awesome. In Argentina, they also have ice cream delivery and that is a beautiful thing. Grido helado is the bomb. 
- I cannot pronounce izquierda. Maybe before I finish my mission, I'll be able to. That's just one of my goals...
- I understand why everyone has a dog here. Dogs are the timbres (doorbells) of the house.
- we´ve had some interesting interactions with people from other religions. Testigos came and knocked on our door one day. Testigos have a pretty bad rep around here and sometimes people think we are testigos cuz we wear skirts like them. And another time, a guy in a car stopped us and asked us if we were Christians. We were a bit wary of him, but he explained to us a bit of what he believed and he gave us some books that he translated. He was kind so we shared a bit of what believed too and gave him a pamphlet of the Restoration. Then we were gonna shake his hand goodbye and he said he couldn't touch us. Weird. We're used to being the ones who people think are strange because we can't kiss men on the cheek to say hello and goodbye. But in this instance, he was more extreme than us. But yeah, it was interesting and he seemed like a sincere fellow. I hope he reads the pamphlet.
- Sunday was the farewell talk of Tomas Rodriguez. It was quite the Sunday, let me tell you. We were remembering our own farwells so it was bittersweet. I cried. Tears escaped me when Tomas spoke becaue he shared a story that I think is entitled "Te hallare mi querido amigo" and because I was thinking about my family.
More sweet than bitter though, because then Obispo Salimbeni got up and talked about missionary work and pumped everyone up. At least, I was super pumped when I heard him talk. He is seriously so awesome.
I'll include my Argentine spanish list next week, I promise.
I'm so glad I'm here in Argentina. I'm doing this because I truly love this gospel and I know it's true. Thanks to the gospel of Jesus Christ, I know my family can be together for eternity. But only if we all put forth our very best effort to LIVE the gospel. So that's what I'm doing and what I'm helping other people do.
Con mucho amor,
Hna Huston

personal revelation is so cool

Dear all,
This week I studied lots of talks and a few chapters from el Libro de Mormon that helped me tremendously. Also, we've been seeing lots of fruits from our labors this week. The first week of the traslado kinda felt like a whitewash for Hna Cordova, but little by little we are piecing things together and I am finally really understanding the importance of PLANNING. Wow. Hna C is so organized in her planeamiento semenal and she's teaching me and I am seeing how it helps our whole week go more smoothly. Without that weekly planning session, we would be lost and lots of time would be spent uselessly. But since our planning and our work every day, the Lord has been blessing us with miracles. We exceeded our lecciones con miembro this week because we kept finding people in part families (and even though we knew about their existence before), jamas had they JOINED us for a lesson before. But this week they did. the mom of Juan palacios, the hija and prima of Karina, a menos activa, and others. They may have seemed like small coincidences, but they were great miracles for me who has been here for two months now. 
It's hard when people don't cumplir with their compromisos, like when Yuliana and Maitena didn't come to church when they said they would. But they have their albedrio and all we can do is help them understand better in the future. 
I started reading Enseñando, predicando, sanando by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland today and it really hit me. I love the Holy Ghost! I love prayer. I love this gospel. It's so amazing. 
So, I was reading this talk and the part where he explains that Christ asked the Father if the cup could pass from him, pero al final, la copa no paso. Al final sometio Su voluntad a la del Padre. Elder Holland declares that this is sumamente importante. More important even than His personal attributes, His great sermons and parables and His miraculous acts of healing. 
Christ submitted His will to the Father and that is what we must learn to do too. Recognize and accept His will. Because He is our Heavenly Father and will help us become the best that we can be. 
It's hard, but it's possible. Because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. I am so grateful for my Savior.  
And as a missionary, that is what I am trying to help other people understand. It's hard to express all that is in my mind and in my heart, but I am trying. (And yes... sometimes...oftentimes, failing.) 
But I just remember this: I am struggling, but also STRIVING to learn all that I must learn and to do all that I must do to become a better instrument in the Lord's hands. 
It's little by little, but it's something. And the great thing is, I am never alone. 

Con mucho amor,
Hna Huston
P.S. The picture is of me and Hna Cordova on our first day together! :)
Sorry, but it's the ONLY picture I have cuz neither of our cameras works. We need to buy cameras, but it'll probably be awhile so...yeah.  


I know that President Robertson is a man of God who receives revelation for us here in Argentina Buenos Aires Oeste. My testimony is constantly being renewed and confirmed every day and this week my testimony of continuing revelation was renewed because of traslados. God knows what He is doing when He puts us with certain companions in certain areas at certain times. 
Hna Cordova, my madrastra/nueva entrenadora, is RE CAPA. I am so grateful for her. She is from Lima, Peru. And President Robertson lived in her stake in Peru so she knew him before he was President!  
This week was the hardest week thus far. It's hard to explain why... 
but yeah, this week we've encountered some SUPER difficult situations. We've met people who have been inactive for years and heard their stories about WHY they stopped going to church. Never in my life have I heard stories like theirs. I was stunned. And SO SO SAD. Humans can be so horrible. I didn't know what to do. 
When we got home that night all I could think as I prayed was: "That's why we NEED this gospel. We NEED our Savior, Jesus Christ. Some people use their albedrio to make bad decisions and they affect other people too. And it is inevitable that many times, I will be weighed down with the weight of the world. My older brother told me that the mission is SO exhausting despite the 8 hours of sleep every night and I never understood. How could I? I do. Now I know what it's like because we are out here serving others 24/7. Living - studying the gospel, walking in the cold, struggling to understand and express myself in castellano, learning by the Spirit, loving absolutely everyone and praying to love them better, teaching and constantly trying to get better at teaching (it's not easy for me. at all.), inviting them to keep their compromisos...It's a good thing we're so close to the Spirit or else there is NO way I could do this."
When we got home that night all I could think as I prayed was: "That's why we NEED this gospel. We NEED our Savior, Jesus Christ. Some people use their albedrio to make bad decisions and they affect other people too. And it is inevitable that many times, I will be weighed down with the weight of the world. My older brother told me that the mission is SO exhausting despite the 8 hours of sleep every night and I never understood. How could I? I do. Now I know what it's like because we are out here serving others 24/7. Living - studying the gospel, walking in the cold, struggling to understand and express myself in castellano, learning by the Spirit, loving absolutely everyone and praying to love them better, teaching and constantly trying to get better at teaching (it's not easy for me. at all.), inviting them to keep their compromisos...It's a good thing we're so close to the Spirit or else there is NO way I could do this."
I just realize every day how much I rely on my Savior and I am overwhelmed with gratitude to Him and to my Father in Heaven for the blessing of the gospel in my life. I'm so so grateful. And I'm so glad I'm on a mission where I get to share that with others. This is what goes through my head when I am feeling weighed down with the things we see and hear and experience on the daily. The mission is HARD and hermoso at the same time.

Life is hard, but hermoso. Thank goodness for the gospel of Jesus Christ.


Hna Huston 


I'm going to have a "madrastra" because Hna Flores is going to Atalaya to be an herrmana lider entrenadora. I know she'll be great! I got the feeling that she was ready to "fly"...that is, move on to a new area since she has been here in Ituzaingo for some time. I know she is super excited and ready for the challenge. 
As for me, this week I have been struggling with my faith. Faith in myself. Will I ever be the missionary that my Heavenly Father wants me to be? ...It's rough sometimes. I have so many desires and I am trying my best, but sometimes I am impatient with my seemingly infinitesimally slow progress. I need to stop comparing myself (a newbie with 2 months as a missionary) to hermanas with 10 or 12 months. Someday - with lots of divine help - I will reach that point.
Whelp, I know it will take time and patience to reach the point where I feel confident with everything...and for now, that's all I need. To keep praying for mas esperanza and faith so that I can grow more and more firm in my faith and learn step by step all that I need to learn. And pray for and be worthy of the Spirit. 
I'm so grateful for the Spirit. I am so grateful that here on the mission, I am never alone. I have a companion always. A companion who is a missionary like me, and then a divine companion - the Holy Ghost. I am still learning how to recognize the Spirit. 
Basically, I am a work in progress. 
I'm really glad I'm getting another Peruana to finish my training! I'm sure she'll be capa, just like Hna Flores. 

Also, Juan is the newest member of Ituzaingo 3! He was baptized yesterday. He is super bueno. I hope he finds someone in the ward to marry!!!! that maybe someday before I finish my mission, I can see him be sealed in the temple. I know God has great things in store for him and his family. 

Just like He has great things in store for each one of you!

Con mucho amor, Hna Huston