Sweet Dreams!

Mango season is finally back in full swing. 

Last Saturday we contacted a man named Nilson. He let us in immediately, and we shared a little bit. We came back Tuesday and Thursday with members, and then Saturday. He's pretty great and after giving him a Book of Mormon on Thursday, he's already read a good chunk. In the third visit, he shared with us that he had dreamed about us coming the night before we came, and the next day, there we were on the doorstep. One of my favorite things about this particular mission is the dreams. We rarely teach about dreams as a way that the Holy Ghost will confirm the truth to them, because heaven knows we can't have them waiting on that, but I always cheer when they pray and get answers in dreams. Then they know it and God knows it and they don't deny it. Literally some of the most solid members and converts were converted after a dream confirming that this was the path. (and you all know about Elvis's dream about the Salt Lake Temple. Stuff like that.) 

Elvis' experience, written by Hna Kaitlin Olsen (the sister that replaced Sarah in La Venta):  Elvis said that over 20 years ago he had a very vivid dream. In the dream, he was an older man and he was standing at the foot of a tall, beautiful building that, to him, looked like a castle. As he craned his neck to look up the towering walls he was filled with an almost overwhelming sense of joy and a desire to go inside. He looked around him and saw that there was a long line of people waiting to enter, but for some reason, he knew that he was unable to join them. He took one last glance at the lofty towers and vowed that he would go inside. The dream made such an impression on him that it stuck with him for over two decades until the time that he began taking the missionary discussions. One lesson, the sisters (Sarah and Hna Erickson) showed him a photo of the Salt Lake Temple and immediately he recognized it as the building from his dream. "Now," he said reverently, "I am finally worthy to go inside."

So what I'm rambling about is woohoo for Nilson's dream! He said he hadn't told us earlier because he didn't want to weird us out. So Saturday he said he probably couldn't come to church because a work meeting came up. But, as soon as his meeting ended (which he had to speak at), he showed up at the end of Sunday school. In a white shirt, looking like the next Elders Quorum President. That was the highlight of my week.

Our seminary program is--as Hermana Safeer would say--¨a hot mess¨. Only one kid goes, and the teacher, a 19-year-old girl (also the young women's president), is ready to give up. But this week as we taught Rosa about studying the scriptures and praying (preaching to the choir seeing as she's in Omni) we committed her to further her scripture study by going to seminary every single day. As far as I know, she's doing well so far.

We're starting a Sunday school class about Preach My Gospel. It's a program from the mission and the students can graduate with a diploma if they help us teach the lessons they learn and give us references and stuff. They're excited about it so far. We have ten students, hand picked. A mix of the branch presidency, relief society, priesthood, and youth.

It is getting ROASTY here. I try to convince myself (and hope to fool others too) into thinking that the slick sheen is just the shining of the spirit, not sweat.

Oh, we had an unscheduled conference this week. Our President and his wife told us that, unexpectedly, they have to move to Canada this week, and so we are currently kind of orphans. Our new president won't arrive until the end of May. Our president is doing what he can from Canada, and the first counselor of the mission is doing the rest.

I finished Psalms this week, and not that it wasn't my very favorite book in the Bible, but....ok, it wasn't my favorite. I'm happy to be into Proverbs.

Today on the way to Azua we had 21 people in the back of the truck. That was an adventure.

That's about all the newsy news. Sorry it's been a drought on news for a while. But everything's good. The gospel is still true. The Book of Mormon is even better than it was last week.
And I love you all.

Love, Hermana Sarah Peck