Monday, March 27, 2017

Week 83: Voodoo, Rain, and Answers to Prayers!

Hola familia!

Well, pretty crazy week. It's a bit different getting used to a new
area again. I don't like it, too much change, but it has to happen at
some point. Anyways the city is huge, we cross it on bus (or walking),
but because it so big we prefer the bus. We’re not lazy, we just don't
have 30 minutes to walk from our piso to our area. But the people are
good, lots of Spaniards. Here they're called maños. Don't really know
what that means yet but they're a bit quieter then the Cataluñans, so
we need to be a bit quicker to the chase in our contacts. The barrio
is good. Lots of older people and characters. I mean, really what's a
Spanish church without its goofy members? Angel, my new friend from
this last Sunday, is from Bulgaria, knows most doctrinal answers, has
a huge head of hair, a beard, walks on a crutch, is like 30 something,
and has this amazing Bulgarian Spanish accent. We’ll get along just
fine. Other than that, I'm excited to be here.

First week here in Zaragoza, and we have this amazing couple already
heading towards baptism! Joaquin (from Cape Verde), and Consuelo, from
Equatorial Guiana. They both accepted to be baptized last night on the
15th of April, and have already planned on coming to church for
conference! She's literally slept over the Book of Mormon since she's
gotten it since it's helped to keep away the nightmares she keeps
having after some voodoo was done on her back in her country, and when
not sleeping she spends the night reading aloud from it. All thanks to
Elder Barlow following an impression to pass by Joaquin, who was a
reference who was never home one more time. We also found some other
great investigators, for example, Amelia who had just lost her child
after birth, and thanked us for the prayer on the street for helping
her feel peace again. It's those little moments, like when some
stranger on the street says thank you for a prayer that helped them
feel peace make my day. Just builds my testimony that we really aren't
in this work alone.

Elder Barlow and I are doing good. He's from Ogden, he's a hunter, and
loves nature. We have different personalities for sure, but just in
the last few days I've learned some great things from him like how to
both bold and loving, and thinking before speaking (both things I
needed). This week I'm focusing on listening more, and being more
thoughtful with the things I say. We're always improving as
missionaries, had to get used to that one at the beginning of the

The weather here's a bit inconsistent. The wind, or Cierzo as the
maños call it, changes the temperature from 22 to 8 within a matter of
minutes and brings with it some heavy rain some days. At the moment
it's sunny, so I'm praying it stays like that until we come back to
piso tonight.

I could list the strange things that happen to us out here, but that'd
take too long. Suffice it to say that we talked to a drunk man about
American basketball, had a gypsies sit down right next to us on a
bench, talk to us and become a new investigator, and I almost face
planted in the mall parking lot today in a puddle. Joy is found in the
small things I figure. I may not find much in things like soccer, but
hey, it's for a good cause.

I love and miss you all! Have an amazing conference weekend! Make sure
to come into it with 3-5 questions you have about life! Trust me,
they'll be answered!

🇪🇸🌴Elder Taylor Moulton🌲🇪🇸

 We received a text this week from a stranger from California who said he saw our elder and he's doing well!  Come to find out it was the father of a hermana going home - so grateful to him!  
 Small world - I received this picture from a sister in a neighboring ward who happens to be cousins to Taylor's new companion, Elder Barlow!  The church is small!
Another picture from our California angel (what I call him!)  They ended up at church in the Zaragoza ward!

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