The sister missionaries here in our area met a little old lady in the town the other day and asked if they could visit her. Of course the sweet little old lady said yes and they went to teach her in her house. The next day the Hermanas called us and told us that they wanted to go with us to this lady's house and help her clean up a bit. They told us that the house was in really bad condition and she needed help fixing some things up.
So the next day we got up early, threw on some jeans and grabbed some leather gloves and headed on over to Doña Virginia's house. When we got there, Elder Morales and I just looked at each other, thinking the same thing. "The Hermanas were WAY under-exaggerating." They were being very generous when they called this place a house. Doña Virginia's house is nothing but a square-shaped box with a patchy tin roof. There are no doors and less than half of a floor inside. I've attached some pictures so that y'all can kinda get an idea of what I'm describing.
In my 11 months here in Costa Rica I have seen a lot of humbling situations. I have seen hungry children, barefoot people walking the streets, and even shanty looking houses. But nothing has ever touched my heart as much as Doña Virginia's shack. My companion and I are looking to change houses and find a new place to live just because our house right now gets really hot mid-day. But when I saw the way that this poor old lady has to live and sleep every day of her life, it really made me think twice about the things we take for granted.
My invitation to all this week would be to think twice about these same things. What do we take for granted? I love the experiences I'm having and the man they are turning me into. I love you all and am so thankful your love and support. Have a great week, and Keep On Keepin' On...
-Elder Willis
Doña Virginia's "house"
this 2-day-old baby goat that one of our investigators has
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