This week was great, didn't hit all the goals we
wanted, but we got four new investigators, and two potentials (some
guys we talked to in the park), and we still have like 6 of the 11
referrals from last week, and some more less actives that the Elders
have referred! So the work is moving (:
Uhhh and first things first, the best news all week:
TWO of our recent converts, they both told us this week- or rather, both asked us
"What can I do to prepare to serve a mission?"
My responsive grin was nowhere near close enough to
expressing my inner screams of joy. Now I understand why black choirs
feel like shouting "Praise!" and "Hallelujah!". I wrote in my journal
this week: "Is there a word for the feeling you get when your body can't
contain your joy?". This is a great and marvelous work, that's all I
have to say.
A great dane jumped on me this week. We taught a
lesson in the middle of the mission office because it was pouring rain
(and the spirit was still killer strong). We had an investigator show up
to a baptism, and agree to be baptized. And we helped a lady push her
car out of the street when she ran out of gas! That was super awesome.
We were driving to the institute and we see this car just stopped.
No words, we just pulled over and started pushing. I looked to my left,
and a random pedestrian had come to help us push too. He disappeared
after we helped the lady with her car and made sure she didn't need
anything else. I love people! AHH!
It was fun to force Sister Huch out of her comfort zone by walking
up to complete strangers. We met three Hispanic young men who were
listening to vulgar rap music in the park. We also talked to a lady
outside the library yesterday, an old native woman who told us all about
her foot tumor. That's the good stuff.
Yesterday we relaxed and had a picnic at the park with two of our
members. We made a poor missionary meal. PB&J (easy on the J cause
it was the last in the jar), stale chips, crackers, and chocolates that
we have accumulated through packages and so forth. All the sandwiches
were made from the butts of our bread, cause that's all we had left! But
it was one of the best meals I've had so far. We sat under the shade of
a tree on an old blanket from the backroom of our apartment. That was
my tender mercy this week. I needed it. Sunday was rough, I have no idea
why, oh wait YES MAYBE I DO.
Something called: DAYLIGHT SAVINGS. Aka, CRY AT THE ALARM CLOCK DAY.
Sister Huch and I have started making dinners together. We are adorable.
The
first set of pictures is from our last Pday, we spent it downtown and
went to a little vintage store called the Dusty Attic with a couple of
our members!
Now small notes to everybody:
Daddy- thanks for sending me little emails and for your consistent letters! They get me through the week.
Mommy- I MISS YOU AND YOU HAVENT WRITTEN ME.
Bri- Keep being awesome, I pray for you every night,
I miss you lots always, I talk about how much I miss you probably all
the time.
Darlenie-Weenie- My daddy sent me
your facebook post about your baptism-aversiry. The other night I was
telling my comp about how looking back now, you were somebody's GOLDEN
like AMAZING investigator who they probably just cried with joy over
every night. Lucky Elders.
Chelsea- I talked to the girl... and she IS on tumblr...... WE ALWAYS FIND EACH OTHER. #tumblrlove
xoxoxoxoxoxox
Sister Valdez
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