Elder Caleb d'Evegnée

  When we went to our food appointment with a really great family, and there was a little 3 yr-old girl there that usually isn't. She was watching the Little Mermaid in Spanish and just smiled at us with her big smile. We respinded back with a smile and took our seats at the table. She then ran up to me and put some slime in my hand saying in her high sweet voice, "Mira mi slime! Its sticky."  I blinked a few times confused in what I heard. I asked her if she spoke english in Spanish and she didn't respond. I asked her the same question but in english and she said yes. I thought to myself that I had found another gringo but then the mom came in and asked her a question in Spanish to which the little girl responded. In our quest to figure out what language this girl spoke, we had a little contest by asking her "How do you call this:". She always responded with the work she knew and like we were crazy for asking her these questions. My mind became more boggled...

  In this email, I wanted to dedicate it to this past week and the family we have in teaching. We had a lot of crazy things happen within the week and we met some good people too. One of them, an older mother, told us of how distraught she was because of all the family members that had died. She was particularly sad about her daughter that had died in a fire. Her face was exhausted and her eyes spoke pain. After we left the lesson we had with her, the spirit and her newly found smile reminded both my companion and I the healing power of the Atonement. It was especially sweet to see her the next day lit up as she told us of the joy her sister, a member in Arizona that referenced her to us, had. We hope to continue working and progressing with her.   One of the families we've been teaching are a blessing to be with. They have their own store that's part of their house. The step father works in construction all day and comes back at night with his friends to eat dinner. The oldes...

  I left my Navojoa ranch far far away traveling 12 hours to the U.S. border in the oddly cold city of Agua Prieta. The familiar smell of SOMEYHING CLEVER HERE. The city has the classical Sonoran culture that I'm used to but with a dash of American imperialism here and there. Whether that be stores that accept dollar bills, Little Debbie and other snacks, American houses, and gringos that don’t speak Spanish. It has been especially strange in contacting. When walking in the street or knocking doors, our goal is to talk to everyone we can and invite all to come into Christ. But what happens is that we will walk by and I'll hear something like "STOP IT CARLITOS",  affirming to me there's English near by. Luckily, my companion knows some English. So we manage with awkward Spanglish pauses.    In the branch, there's a family that all the kids and the wife speak English and prefer speaking it. It's always fun being in there house because of wild teasing or shou...