Elder Robinson here. Checking in with everyone to make sure you are all ok.
If your not, let me know. You can contact me through my mother. And
bytheway, did everyone get my email last week? I don´t know if it was sent
out. If not... it was a great email, and I had a great week.
For this week:
We had another baptism. We baptised Marlow Salazar, age 9, and had him
confirmed at church. He is such a cool little kid. But that is not why I am
writing about his story... we had a miracle... and such:
(The following is the weekly email I sent to my mission president)
Presidente Johns,
Naranjito, Milagro
Companion Elder Bradshaw
Goals: 2-2-3-6-10-5-6-3-3-10-5-5
Facts: 1-1-2-2-10-6-3-2-2- 6- 9-6
We seem to always plan for one extra baptism then we actually have. This
week we had a cool little miracle:
Saturday we were planning our baptism and we were getting everything ready
which included: going to Milagro, making an agenda, filling out paperwork,
contacting members, and calling Presidente Mesa... We had everything done
except the filling of the Baptismal Font. Only President Mesa has this key
and he did not give it to his Councilors like he said he would.
We did not realize the full impact of this problem until 6:00 pm. We were
told that Presidente Villavicencio had a key but he was in a meeting with
you. So my companion and I got on our knees and prayed. We had exactly one
hour before the baptism started and the Font was still not filled. After the
prayer we did everything in our power to get the baptismal font open... to
no avail. The family arrived at 7. This is when I inturrupted your meeting.
I had to know if Presidente Villavicencio or Roman had the key... nope. We
started a movie for the family and told them that we were running late... as
in, we don´t have water to baptise.
My companion and I got on our knees again, in front of the locked door. We
prayed for a miracle. We sat on the ground for a minute and I thought, "try
the door again." I did. Nope, it didn´t work... but it "clicked." I tried
the door a second time... and it swung open like it had never been locked.
Needless to say we had the baptism and everything worked out perfectly. We
just had to start an hour later than planned.
Prayers really do work and I believe that God is a God of Miracles.
Have a great week!
Elder Robinson
-----------
It was a really cool thing that happened. Especially since we even tried
taking off the doors that block the baptismal font (I didn´t tell President
that). We had actually known about this problem since 9 in the morning but
we always were told that someone else had the key and that we should not
worry about it. Well, at 6 we really started to worry about it. However, as
you can all read, it all worked out.
Other News:
So I was writting a friend a letter and I was telling her how funny my
companion is. Then I mentioned something about the fact that I don´t know if
he knows how many states there are. He lives a really quiet life in the
fields of Ohio. So I decided to ask him. "Dear companion of mine, how many
states are there in the United States?" "Well... um... (long pause)... (in a
sarcastic voice) 52!" (Blank Stare on my part...) "I mean, 51! wait are
there more?..." Yep, my first analysis was correct. But now he knows that
there are fifty nifty states in the United States.
I woke up the other morning and went to my desk to write in my journal. It
was only 6:30 and I was really really tired. I realized that I had filled up
my first journal and I now needed my second journal. Entoneces I went to my
changing room and pulled out my suitcase, I have other journals inside. A
ball fell of my suitcase, hit my dresser, rolled over(ish) my foot, and
scrambled out the door and hit a table in the kitchen... I stood there
looking at the ball... well, the light isn´t very good in our house (I have
a picture of me cleaning the fridge by candle light) and then it hit me,
about 10 seconds after the "ball" ran out of the room. Rat.
hmm... I thought for a second. "Elder Bradshaw, there is a rat in the
kitchen." ok. That was that. His name is Rattigan from the "Great Mouse
Detective. He likes to play around at night. I woke up last night at 2am and
heard him playing in the kitched with some of our plastic bags. I told him
to shut up and go to bed. The next morning we found that he had been trying
to steal our garbage sacks but was unable to fit them all under the kitchen
door. Poor Rattigan, Mrs. Rattigan will just have to do without. We are
still unable to coax the neighbors cats to spend the night in our house...
that should get rid of him.
Its still raining lots here. I am getting some good use out of my boots. I
hope everyone is enjoying the ice and snow. I sure am enjoying the mud.
Stay strong,
Elder Robinson
ps: dead guy (story for after mission=)
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From: Jeremiah Robinson <jeremiah.t.robinson@myldsmail.net>
Date: Mon, Feb 8, 2010 at 11:07 AM
Subject: Miracles...and such
To: doreen.robinson@gmail.com
Family and Friends, Neighbors and Cousins, to all,
Elder Robinson here. Checking in with everyone to make sure you are all ok. If your not, let me know. You can contact me through my mother. And bytheway, did everyone get my email last week? I don´t know if it was sent out. If not... it was a great email, and I had a great week.
For this week:
We had another baptism. We baptised Marlow Salazar, age 9, and had him confirmed at church. He is such a cool little kid. But that is not why I am writing about his story... we had a miracle... and such:
(The following is the weekly email I sent to my mission president)
Presidente Johns,
Naranjito, Milagro
Companion Elder Bradshaw
Goals: 2-2-3-6-10-5-6-3-3-10-5-5
Facts: 1-1-2-2-10-6-3-2-2- 6- 9-6
We seem to always plan for one extra baptism then we actually have. This week we had a cool little miracle:
Saturday we were planning our baptism and we were getting everything ready which included: going to Milagro, making an agenda, filling out paperwork, contacting members, and calling Presidente Mesa... We had everything done except the filling of the Baptismal Font. Only President Mesa has this key and he did not give it to his Councilors like he said he would.
We did not realize the full impact of this problem until 6:00 pm. We were told that Presidente Villavicencio had a key but he was in a meeting with you. So my companion and I got on our knees and prayed. We had exactly one hour before the baptism started and the Font was still not filled. After the prayer we did everything in our power to get the baptismal font open... to no avail. The family arrived at 7. This is when I inturrupted your meeting. I had to know if Presidente Villavicencio or Roman had the key... nope. We started a movie for the family and told them that we were running late... as in, we don´t have water to baptise.
My companion and I got on our knees again, in front of the locked door. We prayed for a miracle. We sat on the ground for a minute and I thought, "try the door again." I did. Nope, it didn´t work... but it "clicked." I tried the door a second time... and it swung open like it had never been locked. Needless to say we had the baptism and everything worked out perfectly. We just had to start an hour later than planned.
Prayers really do work and I believe that God is a God of Miracles.
Have a great week!
Elder Robinson
-----------
It was a really cool thing that happened. Especially since we even tried taking off the doors that block the baptismal font (I didn´t tell President that). We had actually known about this problem since 9 in the morning but we always were told that someone else had the key and that we should not worry about it. Well, at 6 we really started to worry about it. However, as you can all read, it all worked out.
Other News:
So I was writting a friend a letter and I was telling her how funny my companion is. Then I mentioned something about the fact that I don´t know if he knows how many states there are. He lives a really quiet life in the fields of Ohio. So I decided to ask him. "Dear companion of mine, how many states are there in the United States?" "Well... um... (long pause)... (in a sarcastic voice) 52!" (Blank Stare on my part...) "I mean, 51! wait are there more?..." Yep, my first analysis was correct. But now he knows that there are fifty nifty states in the United States.
I woke up the other morning and went to my desk to write in my journal. It was only 6:30 and I was really really tired. I realized that I had filled up my first journal and I now needed my second journal. Entoneces I went to my changing room and pulled out my suitcase, I have other journals inside. A ball fell of my suitcase, hit my dresser, rolled over(ish) my foot, and scrambled out the door and hit a table in the kitchen... I stood there looking at the ball... well, the light isn´t very good in our house (I have a picture of me cleaning the fridge by candle light) and then it hit me, about 10 seconds after the "ball" ran out of the room. Rat.
hmm... I thought for a second. "Elder Bradshaw, there is a rat in the kitchen." ok. That was that. His name is Rattigan from the "Great Mouse Detective. He likes to play around at night. I woke up last night at 2am and heard him playing in the kitched with some of our plastic bags. I told him to shut up and go to bed. The next morning we found that he had been trying to steal our garbage sacks but was unable to fit them all under the kitchen door. Poor Rattigan, Mrs. Rattigan will just have to do without. We are still unable to coax the neighbors cats to spend the night in our house... that should get rid of him.
Its still raining lots here. I am getting some good use out of my boots. I hope everyone is enjoying the ice and snow. I sure am enjoying the mud.
Stay strong,
Elder Robinson
ps: dead guy (story for after mission=)
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From: Jeremiah Robinson <jeremiah.t.robinson@myldsmail.net>
Date: Mon, Feb 8, 2010 at 11:07 AM
Subject: Miracles...and such
To: doreen.robinson@gmail.com
Family and Friends, Neighbors and Cousins, to all,
Elder Robinson here. Checking in with everyone to make sure you are all ok. If your not, let me know. You can contact me through my mother. And bytheway, did everyone get my email last week? I don´t know if it was sent out. If not... it was a great email, and I had a great week.
For this week:
We had another baptism. We baptised Marlow Salazar, age 9, and had him confirmed at church. He is such a cool little kid. But that is not why I am writing about his story... we had a miracle... and such:
(The following is the weekly email I sent to my mission president)
Presidente Johns,
Naranjito, Milagro
Companion Elder Bradshaw
Goals: 2-2-3-6-10-5-6-3-3-10-5-5
Facts: 1-1-2-2-10-6-3-2-2- 6- 9-6
We seem to always plan for one extra baptism then we actually have. This week we had a cool little miracle:
Saturday we were planning our baptism and we were getting everything ready which included: going to Milagro, making an agenda, filling out paperwork, contacting members, and calling Presidente Mesa... We had everything done except the filling of the Baptismal Font. Only President Mesa has this key and he did not give it to his Councilors like he said he would.
We did not realize the full impact of this problem until 6:00 pm. We were told that Presidente Villavicencio had a key but he was in a meeting with you. So my companion and I got on our knees and prayed. We had exactly one hour before the baptism started and the Font was still not filled. After the prayer we did everything in our power to get the baptismal font open... to no avail. The family arrived at 7. This is when I inturrupted your meeting. I had to know if Presidente Villavicencio or Roman had the key... nope. We started a movie for the family and told them that we were running late... as in, we don´t have water to baptise.
My companion and I got on our knees again, in front of the locked door. We prayed for a miracle. We sat on the ground for a minute and I thought, "try the door again." I did. Nope, it didn´t work... but it "clicked." I tried the door a second time... and it swung open like it had never been locked. Needless to say we had the baptism and everything worked out perfectly. We just had to start an hour later than planned.
Prayers really do work and I believe that God is a God of Miracles.
Have a great week!
Elder Robinson
-----------
It was a really cool thing that happened. Especially since we even tried taking off the doors that block the baptismal font (I didn´t tell President that). We had actually known about this problem since 9 in the morning but we always were told that someone else had the key and that we should not worry about it. Well, at 6 we really started to worry about it. However, as you can all read, it all worked out.
Other News:
So I was writting a friend a letter and I was telling her how funny my companion is. Then I mentioned something about the fact that I don´t know if he knows how many states there are. He lives a really quiet life in the fields of Ohio. So I decided to ask him. "Dear companion of mine, how many states are there in the United States?" "Well... um... (long pause)... (in a sarcastic voice) 52!" (Blank Stare on my part...) "I mean, 51! wait are there more?..." Yep, my first analysis was correct. But now he knows that there are fifty nifty states in the United States.
I woke up the other morning and went to my desk to write in my journal. It was only 6:30 and I was really really tired. I realized that I had filled up my first journal and I now needed my second journal. Entoneces I went to my changing room and pulled out my suitcase, I have other journals inside. A ball fell of my suitcase, hit my dresser, rolled over(ish) my foot, and scrambled out the door and hit a table in the kitchen... I stood there looking at the ball... well, the light isn´t very good in our house (I have a picture of me cleaning the fridge by candle light) and then it hit me, about 10 seconds after the "ball" ran out of the room. Rat.
hmm... I thought for a second. "Elder Bradshaw, there is a rat in the kitchen." ok. That was that. His name is Rattigan from the "Great Mouse Detective. He likes to play around at night. I woke up last night at 2am and heard him playing in the kitched with some of our plastic bags. I told him to shut up and go to bed. The next morning we found that he had been trying to steal our garbage sacks but was unable to fit them all under the kitchen door. Poor Rattigan, Mrs. Rattigan will just have to do without. We are still unable to coax the neighbors cats to spend the night in our house... that should get rid of him.
Its still raining lots here. I am getting some good use out of my boots. I hope everyone is enjoying the ice and snow. I sure am enjoying the mud.
Stay strong,
Elder Robinson
ps: dead guy (story for after mission=)
NOTICE: This email message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution is prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient, please contact the sender by reply email and destroy all copies of the original message.
Family and Friends, Neighbors and Cousins, to all,
Elder Robinson here. Checking in with everyone to make sure you are all ok.
If your not, let me know. You can contact me through my mother. And
bytheway, did everyone get my email last week? I don´t know if it was sent
out. If not... it was a great email, and I had a great week.
For this week:
We had another baptism. We baptised Marlow Salazar, age 9, and had him
confirmed at church. He is such a cool little kid. But that is not why I am
writing about his story... we had a miracle... and such:
(The following is the weekly email I sent to my mission president)
Presidente Johns,
Naranjito, Milagro
Companion Elder Bradshaw
Goals: 2-2-3-6-10-5-6-3-3-10-5-5
Facts: 1-1-2-2-10-6-3-2-2- 6- 9-6
We seem to always plan for one extra baptism then we actually have. This
week we had a cool little miracle:
Saturday we were planning our baptism and we were getting everything ready
which included: going to Milagro, making an agenda, filling out paperwork,
contacting members, and calling Presidente Mesa... We had everything done
except the filling of the Baptismal Font. Only President Mesa has this key
and he did not give it to his Councilors like he said he would.
We did not realize the full impact of this problem until 6:00 pm. We were
told that Presidente Villavicencio had a key but he was in a meeting with
you. So my companion and I got on our knees and prayed. We had exactly one
hour before the baptism started and the Font was still not filled. After the
prayer we did everything in our power to get the baptismal font open... to
no avail. The family arrived at 7. This is when I inturrupted your meeting.
I had to know if Presidente Villavicencio or Roman had the key... nope. We
started a movie for the family and told them that we were running late... as
in, we don´t have water to baptise.
My companion and I got on our knees again, in front of the locked door. We
prayed for a miracle. We sat on the ground for a minute and I thought, "try
the door again." I did. Nope, it didn´t work... but it "clicked." I tried
the door a second time... and it swung open like it had never been locked.
Needless to say we had the baptism and everything worked out perfectly. We
just had to start an hour later than planned.
Prayers really do work and I believe that God is a God of Miracles.
Have a great week!
Elder Robinson
-----------
It was a really cool thing that happened. Especially since we even tried
taking off the doors that block the baptismal font (I didn´t tell President
that). We had actually known about this problem since 9 in the morning but
we always were told that someone else had the key and that we should not
worry about it. Well, at 6 we really started to worry about it. However, as
you can all read, it all worked out.
Other News:
So I was writting a friend a letter and I was telling her how funny my
companion is. Then I mentioned something about the fact that I don´t know if
he knows how many states there are. He lives a really quiet life in the
fields of Ohio. So I decided to ask him. "Dear companion of mine, how many
states are there in the United States?" "Well... um... (long pause)... (in a
sarcastic voice) 52!" (Blank Stare on my part...) "I mean, 51! wait are
there more?..." Yep, my first analysis was correct. But now he knows that
there are fifty nifty states in the United States.
I woke up the other morning and went to my desk to write in my journal. It
was only 6:30 and I was really really tired. I realized that I had filled up
my first journal and I now needed my second journal. Entoneces I went to my
changing room and pulled out my suitcase, I have other journals inside. A
ball fell of my suitcase, hit my dresser, rolled over(ish) my foot, and
scrambled out the door and hit a table in the kitchen... I stood there
looking at the ball... well, the light isn´t very good in our house (I have
a picture of me cleaning the fridge by candle light) and then it hit me,
about 10 seconds after the "ball" ran out of the room. Rat.
hmm... I thought for a second. "Elder Bradshaw, there is a rat in the
kitchen." ok. That was that. His name is Rattigan from the "Great Mouse
Detective. He likes to play around at night. I woke up last night at 2am and
heard him playing in the kitched with some of our plastic bags. I told him
to shut up and go to bed. The next morning we found that he had been trying
to steal our garbage sacks but was unable to fit them all under the kitchen
door. Poor Rattigan, Mrs. Rattigan will just have to do without. We are
still unable to coax the neighbors cats to spend the night in our house...
that should get rid of him.
Its still raining lots here. I am getting some good use out of my boots. I
hope everyone is enjoying the ice and snow. I sure am enjoying the mud.
Stay strong,
Elder Robinson
ps: dead guy (story for after mission=)
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