In case any of you were wondering what stresses me as a Mexico MTC Missionary.... 

Well here you go. 

Guess who´s back, BACK AGAIN!

Hello again from your favorite missionary in Mexico!

What can I say, another week in paradise here in the CCM. 

Lots of class time, new food, and spiritual feastings!

So this Sunday, I had the pleasure of giving a 5 minute talk about the First Vision in sacrament meeting... COMPLETELY IN SPANISH! It might not seem all that bad at first, but when you can't copy and paste a talk from LDS.org, things get a little tougher. 

Luckily, it went well and everybody enjoyed it. 
One day at lunch, one of the CCM Presidency senior companionship came and talked with my district for a bit. They indroduced themselves as the Stapley's, the first counselors of the Presidency. 

As I was talking with them, Sister Stapley looks at me and says, "Elder Lewis, where are you from?" I told her Boston, but also added that I was born and somewhat grew up in Utah. She added, "I had a Lewis deliver one of my children in Utah, any chance you could be related?" I quickly blurted out, "David Lewis!? Thats my grandpa!" Low and behold, my grandfather delivered the First Couselors of the CCM Presidencies 4th child! 

This really is a small world we live in. 

My comps and I also decided to join the CCM Choir! We had our first choir gathering during our Tuesday devotional, we obviously killed it! 

Since Im a missionary now, I figured I should start adding some more spiritual stuff to my generals. 

And this week, I was truly blessed with a miracle that I´d love to share with you all.

Maybe a week before I left for my mission, me and my pals made our way to Providence to spend some time with a friend that was attending school there. 

We all came from different schools and places to meet in Providence. My buddy Sam, and I drove from Grafton together to meet our friends. We got there, spent some great time with each other, and then the time came that we needed to all start heading home. We walked to my friends dorm to say our final goodbyes and start to head off. 

Right as we were about to split, one of my friends asked me, "Grant, can we say a prayer with you before we go?" I was kind of shocked to hear from one of my non-member friends that he wanted to pray. So I looked at him and asked, "Really? You want me to pray?" And my other friends kind of looked at eachother, and looked at me, and all said "Yeah, will you?" 

On the side of the road, outside my friends dorm at 12:30 PM, my friends and I all joined in a circle with our arms folded and heads bowed in prayer, asking God to bless us with safety and peace as we all went our seperate ways to return home. I finished the prayer, and we all looked up at each other and felt a wonderful, overwhelming warmth and peace on the cold night in Providence. We said our goodbyes and started on our ways home. 

Fast forward half an hour, when Sam and I are driving home on the highway at 1 AM. As we drove through the dark, nearly empty highway, I heard a still, small voice from the back seat of my car. "Check behind you, make sure the left lane is clear," I heard that prompting, and immediately turned my head to check the road behind me, to see if the left lane was clear. I checked my mirrors and looked around, the road was completely clear behind me. I thought to myself, "Hmm, that was weird," and turned my head forward to continue driving. Right as I got my eyes back on the road, I locked eyes with a line of completely stopped cars directly in front of me, in the right lane. I quickly swerved over into the left lane, avoiding the pile up of cars in the road. As we continued on our way, I realized that that still, small voice, prompting me to check the lanes behind me, had in deed saved me from ramming into the back of the piled up cars in the lane in front of me. 

Fast forward 3 weeks, in the MTC. As I told this story of the Holy Ghosts promtings in my life, I realized that we had prayed as a group right before we left Providence. We had asked God to protect us and keep us safe on our way home. I was so blessed to have the Spirit with me to guide and protect us on our way home, and I know that God watched out for all of us on our trips home. 

I know that when we pray, God always listens, and when we need help, He will always be there to guide us in the ways that we need it. 

I love you guys so much, and I pray for all of you daily. I hope you can all work to pray to God with sincere intent and see His hand in your lives. I'm so grateful for all of you and your support, it meeans so much to me! I hope everybody has a good week and stay safe! Until next time!

-Elder Lewis