God's fingerpainting

I have been thinking a lot about milagros recently. 

Or miracles if your brain thinks in English.

Mine thinks in both lately. 

In our mission every monday night we send in a "monday miracle". Which I love so much and i get to see my friends i love so much progressing and inviting and growing. 

And I bet god looks at us every second and sees us as Monday miracles. I wonder if i look at things like monday miracles as much as i should. 

i went to ciudad nueva for the day with hermana quispe. She's 25 and so tender. We were walking down the street and turned the corner to see this masterpiece of a sunset. 

"I always think God is the best artist," I said. "I do too," she said. "Even with my life"

i wanted to cry in that moment. Even with my life. He paints so good.

He is so good. And He knows exactly what i need. In every single moment. 

Sometimes i like to read my journal from a while ago. And its really silly because like 20% of the time its like spiritual stuff 20% its about the elders and hermanas 20% its awesome drawings and the other 40% is freaking out. 

"I sometimes feel like missionary work is like swimming in quicksand. Like im trying so hard to remember everything and still be calm...and I just don't feel like I'm getting it and so im #stressed for when the day of cambios comes. I just want to know everything without having to do everything to get there" 

But hey em. You know a lot. Because you had to do everything to get here. Cuz God painted it that way. 

Im grateful for this canvas of ilo and the people he has been sketching into my life.

For example. Heres what we told Prezi yesterday (translated for ya): 

"President. We know today isn't Monday, but we want to share a miracle. We've seen the hand of God in many ways since we began to focus solely on HIM. 

Today you met Hermana Ana and her daughter Angely. Angely told us a week ago that she wanted to be baptized. Last Sunday, she couldn't go because her mother was ill; she's almost blind, and she was also afraid to go.

Last night, Hermana Ana couldn't sleep and was awake until 5:00 a.m. At 9:00 a.m., she woke up and thought, "We're not going anymore." Out of nowhere, she saw a figure in her room, walking toward the hallway, as if she should follow it. Its light was very bright. She got up and said to Angely, "Let's go to the Chapel."

She told us that at the conference, every question she had was answered, and when you told them you could see a light, it was a confirmation for her that this is the church Christ wants for her. They will be baptized this April 27th."

I feel full. Like you know those bags of chips that you feel so stoked to eat because there's more chips than air? 

Yeah.

Thats me.

In other news i had like double pink eye this week and so when we went to arequipa and had to see everyone in the world they all thought i was high/crying all day/a zombie. 

But i got to eat some really good chicken Alfredo and drew a whiteboard that looked sick so i was feliz all around. 

Love you all so much. Not as much as this lemon cheesecake but i still love you a lot. 

Hna Barker