The Marvelous Work in the Four Corners: Transfer 5 Week 6

Week 6?! Jenkies! (Shout-out to the Scooby fandom)

The pictures I have included are of some very cute kittens that reminded me of Amanda and Eduardo tumbling about trying to kill each other. Also Sister Garcia and I got sunglasses this week and spray bottles because this is the driest heat I've ever experienced. I literally don't produce any sweat in New Mexico and I don't know what's going on. I thought I hated sweating, but being dry is even worse. So we spray each other periodically and it is extremely refreshing.

Dad is definitely in tune with the spirit lately because I was going to ask this week for the picture of us dressed up in India garb, and the same day I sent him that request, I got a letter from him with the picture in it.

Tuesday we had a fantastic lesson with the investigator/maybe-less-active who I will name OJ. OJ is the one with really bad pain, she broke her back in two places. Sister C from our ward has felt very impressed for the past 8 years that she needed to find OJ's family and get permission to do their parents temple work. We invited Sister C to our lesson, and when we got there, they realized the connection between the two of them. Sister C was relief society president when OJ's mother was on her deathbed. The both had tears in their eyes as they expressed the feelings of their hearts. OJ felt as if her mother had been guiding her back into the church. Sister C felt as if that same mother had been prompting her to find that family. OJ is on date for July. When we arrived at her house she had been studying for hours. She had all her materials sprawled across her lap and told us that she had gotten up with the sun to study the material we had left with her. She had tears in her eyes as she testified of the Plan of Salvation. She was touched at the knowledge of a premortal life. She immediately began teaching her grandchildren these beautiful truths.

"Did you know that before you were in Mommy's belly, you were with God?"

She said his eyes got wide. She came to stake conference this weekend, even though it is hard for her to sit for very long. So did our new investigator on date, Andy. Andy is the daughter of the less active who is best friends with OJ! (Everyone is connected). Andy is very eager to be baptized. She fell right into our laps. She came to us asking to be baptized. Mentally she seems much younger than 20 so we will be teaching her slowly and taking it a bit at a time.

We learned again how to make fry bread from the old woman on the other side of the river. She has very few teeth left and I cannot even explain how much she reminds me of grandma. We laughed together and I teased her just like I do to grandma. The frybread was delicious but I am for sure going to get fat from it.

This week Blue told us that America is actually called "Turtle-land".

The last bit of news is that Sister Baird, who was living with us, went home. So her companion, Sister Anderson, is now a floater. She is in a tripanionship with us, but pretty much having to work her area by herself and we just tag along to eachothers areas. It's been really rough on her but we're excited to have her with us. Sometimes she scares my pants off because she's very authoritative at times, but she's also a lot of fun and we learn so much from having her with us It was sad to see Sister Baird go, I don't think she realized how much her sweet spirit blessed the lives of all those she came in contact with. She was very sick though and bedridden for pretty much the entire transfer. At district meeting they made us sing God Be With You Till We Meet Again. WOW THANKS. A cryfest, just what I needed!

One last note,

Sister Anderson ALSO sleeptalks. This is my worst nightmare. I got almost no sleep last night. They were talking to each other. All night. In their sleep. It is both confusing and hilarious.

It started at 11 pm when Sister Anderson mumble/shouted: "MOMMY... Momm.. Mommma.. Mommy."

A bit later Sister Garcia asks, very aggressively:

"How many...? HOW MANY?"

I wracked my half-awake brain for a number to give her, how many? I don't know.. 6? or... 1000?

I was desperate to answer even in my less-than-conscious state.

Finally Sister Anderson (also in her sleep) asks

"How many WHAT?!"

I laughed as I realized that we were all unconsciously communicating.

I bumped my head while I laughed and started laughing even harder.

Sister Garcia, in her sleeping state, thought I was making fun of Sister Anderson and very harshly said "BE NICE!!"

The ridiculous conversations continued throughout the night, most of which I don't remember.

And I mean all through the night.