Last Pday was a disaster!!!! My cards wouldn't work so I had to use my emergency cash, and I broke three eggs at Walmart. But the rest of the week has gone great. Tuesday we met with a less active, he's on parole (whatever that means) and was raised in the church, now he's trying to turn his life around. He said he basically hit rock bottom and wants to go up, and he remembered the things he was taught in the church and thought coming back might help him. We read Alma the Younger's conversion story and it hit him pretty hard. He also made killer fajitas and flirted with the recent convert that we brought along to the lesson. +2 pts.
Tuesday we went on exchanges with our Sister Training Leaders from
Shiprock. Can you spell AnXiEtY AtTAck?!?!?!?!??! Cause that was me. All
day. It turned out super well though. I guess I know the area and the
people a lot better than I realized.
Wednesday Sister Huch had a hard day and then two of the members of
the branch gave us chocolates and flowers. (hence the picture of
flowers) Also we played with puppies. Hence the picture of puppies.
we went out and tried to contact a less active. Sketchy county
road, little narrow dirt road. We missed the turn and ended up at a dead
end. Signs were put up on the fence of the entrance at the house at the
end of the street (movie title).
BEWARE OF DOGS
KEEP OUT
NO TRESSPASSING
DEAD END
Well, too bad, signs! We said. We had to turn around.
Well
guess what, the signs werent joking. We broke a mission rule and backed
up without a backer-upper because those dogs were AFTER US. At least
three huge dogs, rottweilers. Had I gotten out, those things woulda
ripped me to shreds. You could hear their bodies jumping at the car
doors. For three terrifying minutes it was complete chaos and barking
and growling. Sister Huch drove away like a mad man. I guess if you dont
drive away fast, they surround the car and try to keep you from moving.
They followed our car for about half a mile, barking, nipping at the
windows. I have never been so terrified of any puppy in my entire life.
My blind trust for dogs has been broken. Also we didn't get to contact
the less active. Sorry, dude.
Our branch finally came and cleaned up the leaves they dumped on
our porch my very first day. OH. Did I ever tell you about the carbon
monoxide story? I think I didn't cause I didn't want to freak you out,
but my first night, had we slept through the night, I would've died in
my sleep if we hadn't have left the apartment. End of story.
Sunday was fantastic. The less active I talked about
before came and someone gave a talk on Alma the Younger's story.
Amazing. We had navajo tacos for dinner with four of the natives from
our branch. One of them is blind. Our Navajo investigator came too. They
talked about powows and Shiprock fair. They made amazing fry bread,
with coconut oil in an attempt to make it seem healthy. We laughed so
much and got to share a quick lesson as well.
Oh one more thing I haven't mentioned, that I'm sending a picture of.
So
me and Sister Heck, the only thing she ever brought up in companionship
inventory is that I wouldn't stop leaving my clumps of hair in the
shower. We started something called
THE HAIR JAR.
The hair jar was the perfect
solution. She agreed that we would see how much hair we could both
collect over a transfer. A lot. The answer is a lot of hair. There is
also a contact in there, and something called a "snot rocket". Don't
ask. I completely forgot about it, and it sat in the corner of our
bathroom until Sister Huch came out, and asked very meekly... "Uh..
Sister Valdez.. I have a question. What is that jar of hair?"
I could've screamed. So hilarious. Sister Heck will
be in Farmington this week so I might split the jar of hair in half and
give her some to cherish forever.
One thing we
tried this week as a companionship was praying out loud. Every night we
go into separate rooms and have audible prayers in private. It's amazing
the difference it has. I apologized to my Heavenly Father that it had
been so long since I said a prayer out loud. There is power in the
spoken word. There is a sacred feeling that comes as you really open up
your heart and pray. I am grateful for the relationship I have with my
Heavenly Father. Talking to him at the end of the day is one of the best
parts of the whole day.
This week a less active prayed for the first time in probably seven
or eight years. She prayed out loud. She prayed to a Heavenly Father
who had been waiting years to hear his child's voice.
I miss you all
I love you all
- Sister Valdez
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