Before I begin, let me repost my address for all of you who are dying to send me things:
3800 McLaws Rd
Holbrook AZ 86025
Okay now send me things. Thank you.
WELL! I'm exhausted. The week was extremely exhausting. But it was fantastic. Sister Johnson loves Holbrook so far and I'm glad because I'm 200% sure it's the best area in the mission. It's really humbling being somewhere with such awesome members and great potential. I just don't feel worthy to work such a great area.
Saying goodbye to Sister Jeffrey was anti climatic because she went downstairs to get something from the mission office and I got swept into a meeting and we never really got a proper goodbye. Oh well! Worse things have happened. The drive to Farmington was fun, one last road trip together! And Sister Johnson is a very interesting character. Speaking of characters, she's a fiction writer. Did I ever anticipate being companions with Sabrina Valdez's twin? Probably not. They are very similar though, but they're also very different. She started describing herself to me on the drive back to Holbrook and a lot of it was Sabrina to a T. But almost more so. I asked her what Lord of the Rings race she would be (a classic question) and she told me in great description down to the race and social class of the type of elf she would be, and what kingdom she would be from. So. I was entertained.
We've started jogging in the morning. (Well, I jog in circles and she goes "at the speed of Sister Johnson) It's very foggy out on the property and there's a horned owl that hoots at us from the silhouetted trees and I know Sister Johnson is just eating up the scenery.
This week we'll be in Gallup, and next week we'll be in Farmington. I'm super excited for all the traveling and to see what kind of conversation I can squeeze out of Sister Johnson. It seems to me like she grew up in a place that was more like Holbrook rather than Yorba Linda.
We went to teach our recent convert and at the end of the lesson challenged Cory to share the Book of Mormon with someone. Well she did us one better and asked for two copies for two specific people she wanted to share with! If only we had that same zeal for missionary work that converts have. It's amazing.
This week we also found out that one of the less actives we've been teaching is actually not a member. She lives in a huge warehouse full of french bull dogs. We love going to see her and seeing the changes happening in that home. They searched for her records, and found out she's going to have to be baptized! I'm so excited for her, she came out of the bishops office in tears, just ecstatic. She's been through everything, so much darkness and pain. She's gotten really lost. And now watching her make changes to be closer to God is like watching someone come home.
And that's the great miracle I saw this week: transformation. I can't describe what it does to someone to have the gospel in their life. But there's something in their eyes that changes. And the feeling in their home. The power of the spirit, I believe, makes people look more beautiful. And I don't know if it's the light in their eyes, or the glow they get, or if it's more scientific than that. But it's amazing. I love this work. And I love seeing it change people.
The way I've changed this week is with prayer. Golly! I had no idea how to pray, after studying it and reading scriptures on prayer, I've realized that I've been doing it wrong all this time. Prayer should be so much more sacred than I've made it. And as I've changed my prayers, it's changing me. I can feel it. And I love it. So study up, and see what I mean.
I love you all lots. The only picture I have is of my tired squinty asian eyes beacuse I realized in a panic that I've taken none this week.
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