Megan's Background



Monday, September 28, 2015

The Power of the Holy Ghost!

Hello All,

I am so grateful to get to write to you all and thank you for your love, support and letters. I want you to know, if it’s not obvious already, how much I love serving a mission. It is changing my life! I am not the same person I was. This week was great, Hermana Chicaiza is a special person and I know that she is supposed to be my companion. I have learned a lot from her. I also got bit by a dog…again! I don’t know what is up! Ha-ha. I was on an intercambio with Hermana Shultz (a sister I was with in my first zone) and the dog must not have liked us speaking English. It ran up and attacked us, but I’m afraid I can’t send a picture of this dog bite, ha-ha.

I just wanted to share one of the many things I’ve learned here in the mission, and that is the power of the Holy Ghost. It is incredible. It is something powerful that changes lives. I see it and the greatest thing in the world is being able to help others see and recognize it. This work is real. God lives and we are His children. This gospel blesses struggling lives and I get to share the promised blessings that come when we choose to live the gospel and have faith. That’s what makes all the difficult days worth it. There are many that struggle here and at times it is hard because the minute these people share their trials with us it weighs heavily on my heart. That has been when I have felt the spirit the strongest. I have felt the Holy Ghost and shared the promises of the gospel with our friend who we met last week, she has 3 children. Her husband beat her and then fled to Brazil. I shared the promise with a young girl who said God didn’t exist; I don’t think she believes that anymore:). I have shared it with young children who yell when they see us, but then beg to leave with us after we teach them. Their trials are having parents who are alcoholics. I love these people with all my heart! I love bringing the light of Jesus Christ into their lives. The mission is the greatest!

I hope you all enjoy this fall break. Spend time with your families and count all the many wonderful blessings God has given you!

Love, Hermana Lomax

Uyani! The largest salt flats in the world.
Yes, I'm the only one that doesn't know how to jump on "tres"!
With Hermana Chicaiza!
Me, Hermana Shultz and Elder Vega!
Dinosaurs in Bolivia!
I learned how to carry a baby in an hawayo. You better believe that
I will be carrying my babies in one of these! I love these things!
My dog bite, I guess I wont be sitting for a week!
Selfie!

Monday, September 21, 2015

UYUNI! The Largest Salt Flats In The World!

Hello! Hola! Inmaynaya Kahanki!

So, this letter is going to be kind of short and I might not be able to respond to all your emails. But, I want to say THANK YOU! Your letters make my whole week; I love hearing how you are all doing.

We are in UYUNI! The largest salt flats in the world. We have been working hard the last few weeks to complete goals to be able to come and see this place. We left this morning at 3:00 am, so I’m a little tired and if this doesn’t make sense you will know why. I don’t have much time to write because we are going on a whole daylong tour. We won’t get back to Potosi until about 10:00 tonight, but I am so excited. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures. 

This week was great and went fast. On Wednesday we had interviews with President. Mainly, we talked about my health and how I am doing in Potosi. Besides the fact there is no oxygen, I’m doing great! :) President is such a good man, who has a huge love for the Lord. I am so grateful to be here, serving under his authority. Later that night we had a fireside for all of Potosi. I sang three musical numbers with other missionaries. We have been practicing a lot and it turned out really well. There is a lot of great talent in our zone. President spoke about the Restoration. It was powerful and the Spirit was strong. I have been privileged to be a part of these firesides in every one of my zones. I always come away more motivated to help people understand the divine role we have here on earth.

Yesterday, we helped a younger man who was literally dying on the side of the street. We were with a member walking to an appointment when we came across this man. He was mangled on the curb with blood coming out of his nose and mouth and various cuts on his body. I checked for his pulse because we all thought he was dead. We picked him up and moved him to the shade. I found his cell phone and tried to call people listed on it, but they all said they didn’t know who he was. I asked the lady who lived nearby if there was an emergency number we could call; she laughed and told us there was not. Yep, that’s Bolivia for ya. We poured water on his face and he finally came to. I have never seen anyone more drunk in my life. I started asking him questions. Turns out he had gotten in a fight and left, but was so drunk he fell. As he was talking to us he started to get up, we were all telling him he needed to stay down or he was going to fall again. He wouldn’t listen. When he finally got to his feet, he began puking all over. That’s when I was out! I do NOT do throw up!!! He started walking down the street all crazy, and I was just praying he wouldn’t fall. We followed him because we still had his cell phone and he walked into a house. We knocked on the door, I guess his aunt lives there; we talked to the owners and gave them his cell phone. Then, we were finally able to make it to our lesson. I don’t know why, but I seem to have a thing with the drunks, there are so many here. We are always running into them. I left that experience feeling grateful for my life. For the choices I’ve made and the choices my family has made. I am grateful for the gospel. Maybe in a week or so we will go back and try to teach him. ;) 

So, there is a short run down of the week. I have to go so we can make it in time for our tour. We are going to go play in some salt!

Love you tons!

Hermana Lomax 

Monday, September 14, 2015

As He Was Telling Us This….I Thought About My Dad!

Happy Monday!

I love these days when I get to write home and share all the wonderful things of the mission. I want to tell you about an experience we had this week. On Saturday we went and visited a less active, this was the first time I had met him, he is 19 years old. He works Friday and Saturday nights as a guard. He hasn’t come to church for about a year so we decided to talk about keeping the Sabbath Day Holy. As we were talking about the importance of going to church each week he told us he can’t go because he works on Saturday nights and gets home at about 7:00 in the morning and then goes straight to sleep. Immediately, as he was telling us this I thought about my dad and shared with this brother my dad’s situation.  My dad works 24-hour shifts (many of those on Saturdays) and gets home at 7:00 in the morning, exhausted. But, when we had church at 8:00 he always came home changed and got ready to go to church with us. Even though he was tired and needed sleep he was always ready to leave. As a daughter, that was a huge example to me of the importance of family and going to church. I remember we were always together as a family at church fulfilling this commandment. I bore my testimony to this brother, I shared with him that now that I am older, and not living with my family I still remember those Sundays. He told us he would try to be at church the next day.

So, now fast-forward to Sunday morning. We went and picked up some people and got to the church building 5 minutes before 9:00 am. When we walked in this brother was sitting on the front row, he was one of only 3 people in the chapel. I was so excited, I walked up to him and told him how good it was to see him and I asked if he was tired. He responded by saying, “Yes, I’m tired but I kept thinking about the story you shared about your dad and if he can do it then I can too.” I’m not going to lie I was trying really hard to hold back the tears. I sat there during Sacrament Meeting counting all my many blessings. I am thankful for the example of my dad who hasn’t only blessed my life, but now has also blessed a young brother here in Potosi.

I am grateful for the Spirit that testifies and touches the hearts of people. I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ who atoned for our sins, afflictions, and difficulties. I love being a missionary, proclaiming the gospel of Jesus Christ to everyone!

I hope you all have a GREAT week! I love you all so much!


Love, Hermana Lomax

Monday, September 7, 2015

Soccer On A Dirt Street!

Hello again!

Another week has come and gone and I have hit my 10-month mark. At the beginning of my mission it was great to say you completed another month, but now it’s just sad. I don’t even like to talk about it, the time is going by so fast! And I am sorry I haven’t sent any pictures. These computers here are….well let's just say they are Bolivian computers, ha-ha. We finally got gas back on Wednesday, so I don’t smell too bad. :) This week was probably the best week number wise I’ve had in the mission. We have been working hard!

Last Monday we went to a lagoon as a district, it was actually really just a lake but we hung out with llamas and had rock skipping contests. Pretty sweet!

On Tuesday it snowed... the weather is weird here. For about an hour it rains and snows and then there is not a single cloud in the sky. Then 4 hours later the rain returns. It’s cold! But, I think I say that every week. ;) For the rest of the week we walked or I guess I should say we climbed and climbed and climbed some more. It’s intense.

Sunday was pedestrian day. They have random days here when people aren’t allowed to drive any type of vehicle. It’s such a fun day because everyone is out walking, playing and riding bikes. We went to a lesson, but they weren’t home. However, there were these young boys playing soccer in the street so I took off my bag and started playing with them. It was so fun and we got way into the game, who knew that soccer on a dirt street with rocks as goals could be so fun. I totally biffed it and scraped my hand but it was worth it because my team won. :) And of course we had to take pictures and the kids just thought it was the greatest thing ever. I think by the end of it all, every kid that lived nearby was out playing with us. Which was a great contact moment because then all the kids ran to tell their parents and they came out and we were able to talk to them. I love Bolivians! It was a good week. I love it here and I am so grateful for all the love and support. I could not do this without you!

I hope you have a great week! 

Love, 

Hermana Lomax

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

We Are Climbing Mountains!

Hello All,

It’s the last day of August….what is happening? Time is going by too fast. So, as I wrote last week, I am now serving in Potosi.

This week was great! This morning I finally bathed for the first time in 3 days. I know…gross! We don’t have gas, however this morning we had a little more time so we boiled lots of water and that is how we showered. Ha-ha. We are working on the problem so hopefully I will get some showers this week.:)

It’s cold here and I am finally adjusting to the altitude. We are climbing mountains, but it is all worth it. The people are incredible! They are so humble and are so open to our message. I’ve also had to adjust to the Spanish a little and I am learning a lot of Quechua. Inmaynaya kaganki means, “How are you.” Walayhio means, “I’m good.” And my favorite Quechua phrase I learned in Cochabamba, Manakanchu Colke which means, “I don’t have any money.” Its sad but we have to use that a lot here.

We have been busy this week teaching and giving service. We helped a Cholita peel Chuño. There are so many pigs and dogs here, so we help the Cholitas take them food. Ha-ha.

We have many investigators progressing well. We had 6 at church yesterday, I think that is more than my whole time in Villa Moscu. We have a Family Home Evening scheduled for tonight with an investigator family, and a few of the members are coming with us. It should be good.

I haven’t had a lot of time to explore Potosi, but what I’ve seen is incredible. It has a lot of history and there are quite a few tourists. Hopefully, today we can walk around a little more. I am doing so great! I love the mission and I love these people. My companion likes to tell everyone that I am from Potosi and they look at us confused for a second and then start laughing. But, hey we get offered free food (which of course we don’t eat) because they like my blue eyes.  My companion is really sweet, we get along so well and she has a great desire to work hard and change lives. I can’t ask for anything better than that. I am getting used to the cold and hiking up mountains, I’m definitely being reminded everyday that I’m living in Bolivia.

I hope you all have a great week full of blessings. I love you all so much!


Love, Hermana Lomax