I Live With Ants, My Boyfriend Is A Fan, And I Am A Communist Spy

Hermana Ostler’s Update – November 4, 2013

  

THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF BILLIONS OF TRILLIONS OF ANTS IN MY HOUSE. It’s the grossest. On my desk, in my bed, on the floor, in my clothes, in my scriptures, in my hair, e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. I take a shower and thousands of these horrible little creatures find their death in the drain. I open my Book of Mormon to preach the “good word” and to my shame, the ants escape to crawl all over everyone present. I think I probably eat them in my sleep too. It’s really unpleasant. The other day I found them in my beloved refrigerator. THAT’S IT!!! It’s now full out war -- I will have no mercy. I AM AN ANT KILLER.

My boyfriend is a fan. I am always kissing him and telling him how much I love him. My companion must think I am the weirdest human on this planet. But the refreshing air from that fan! Its love.

The other day an investigator told us that the people think we are “The eyes of the world.” They actually think that we just wander around all day with hidden cameras, filming their lives to show to the Russians… WHY WOULD ANYONE CARE THAT YOU SIT ON YOUR PORCH ALL DAY IN PUEBLO VIEJO? Anyways. That was really funny. But seriously Puerto, Watch yourselves, because I am not afraid to sell your information to those blasted Reds!

Also, the other day we were riding in a moto taxi when this GIANT black bug from the underworld flew onto the taxi driver. I began to hit his back with my water bottle screaming, “MATALO!” (KILL IT!) He was screaming and swerving about, but I finally murdered the creature. The poor guy thought he was getting attacked by a crazy gringa.

In Mosiah 18:8-9  It talks about comforting those that stand in need of comfort and mourning with those that mourn.

 “And it came to pass that he said unto them: Behold, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus were they called) and now, as ye are desirous to come into the fold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear ones another’s burdens, that they may be light; Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort,  and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life-“

This week we went to this member’s house after her husband had beaten her in a horrible manner. She couldn’t even eat because of the pain. How I cried with her. We must give our whole hearts to people and let them know that their pain is our pain. Feel for others. Don’t let your heart be hardened. I love you all.

Hermana Alex

Alex not touching the art at the Springville Art Museum