I am in a city called São Manuel right now. We are having a Zone P-day and we are all going to play Basketball here.

My companion is Elder Fa, he is from Mesa Arizona and Tongan origin. He is a BOLD missionary. We have many things in common, yet we work in totally different ways. It makes it a little hard to have unity sometimes, but we both just push forward and remember why we are here.
This Sunday was an experience very uplifting. We had so many people planned to go church with us. We had our list prepared and we passed by all of them, and a very small amount went in the morning, three to be exact. In our mission we have standards for our numbers and three in sacrament meeting is in the RED, which is really bad. I desired more people to go there, not because I wanted some vain number, but because I know that a visit to the church in the right state of mind is a catapult to conversion. Yet, there I sat with three. After church we ate lunch at a members house (Lunch is the main meal here, we rarely eat anything for dinner).
As we sat at lunch I remembered that there is another branch that meetd in our building and that I could bring more investigators there. I started to pray and I began to remember people that we could pass to bring to church. Unfortunatly, lunch took forever. Finally, we arrived pack in area of work at about 3:45, fifteen minutes before sacrament meeting. We passed by one woman and she was sleeping and said she wouldn´t go. Then we passed by another and they weren´t home. Then Elder Fa and I remembered in practically the same moment a woman we had taught a few days ago. We ran there and she said that she had a lot of stuff to do, we were firm and promissed many blessings to her, if she would go to church with us. She accepted and her and her daughter went to church.
As we waited for them to get ready, I noticed a man in a wheelchair behind a gate across the street. I felt that I needed to talk with him. Without a word I went to him and started to talk with him. His name was José, I later learned that six months ago he was riding his bike down a hill and there was a cement divider that he didn´t see. He hit it and the bike stayed and he continued. He spine was knocked out of place and he became crippled. I talked to him about church and he told me that the Lord has a plan for us and purpose for everything. I smiled and invited him to church. He thought and looked at his wife. She said that he needed rest, but I saw the longing in his eyes to get out. He said ``Maybe another day``
I said `` God wants you to receive the blessings now, not another day.``
Seconds later we were on our way to church with three more poeple that we had not even planned on bringing. As we walked pushing José in his wheelchair I felt filled with the pure love a Christ. A pure feeling of joy and happiness that cannot be duplicated. I felt that we had freed him from another day of watching the world go by. It was one of the happiest moments of my mission as we walked with him on that windy afternoon, sun shining. We are going to return to his home to teach him this week and I can´t wait to share the message of the restoration with him.
Well, goodbye everyone. I am in dire need of socks right now, I am an owner of six measly pairs. I love you all and I am thankful for your prayers and everything else that you do and have done for me.

NATALIE HOPE NOTHUM IS THE WORLDS GREATEST LITTLE SISTER AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL 8 YEAR OLD IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


ALSO, ELDER FA SAYS THAT HE LOVES YOU TOO.