Not
a whole lot going on! Another beautiful week in the desert. It felt
about a million degrees earlier this week, and then last night was a
rainstorm. I had a dream that Darlene sent me a super huge envelope of
like 10 letters. Our investigator (the fast talker from New Jersey)
passed her interview! She's now gone a month without smoking. Her
baptism is saturday (:
A member lent me his guitar so I'll be
playing that all day! We ate Cornish Hens and it reminded me of mom for
some reason. Probably because I've only ever heard her say the words
"cornish hen" before.
I played a musical number at a zone
meeting this week and stressed myself out to the utmost degree until the
point where I finally went up there and noodled my way all over the
piano.
I'm just super exhausted this week for some reason!
Like I don't know how, emotionally, I'm going to keep moving forward,
but somehow I just have to do it.
Sister Panoussi almost died
cause someone put pecans in her cake, luckily I stopped her before she
took a bite otherwise I would've gotten to use my epi pen skills.
The
most spiritual part of the week is just making it through. I have found
that the tender mercies are what pull me through. Small things. Little
visits. Hugs from someone else's mom. Lunchtime for poem writing.
Giggles and things. I don't know what else to say this week. Me? At a
loss for words? I know. I love you all. I am trying to work my hardest.
I can't express how much the mail this week perked me up. Especially the recorder.
The best part about having a hard day on a mission is that you already know all the answers. You just gotta use em!
- Sister Valdez
Our wide window,
Sister Panoussi's nap,
and treasures from my mail this week.
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