Missions are a time warp. Every day feels like a hundred years and three seconds at the same time. I can't believe I've almost been a missionary for 2 months. How did that even happen?!? Craziness.
The Giordanos are doing so well. They have come to church three times and they believe everything we teach them. They are struggling a bit with tithing. Not because they don't want to pay it, but because they don't know how they will be able to pay it and still have enough to pay the bills. We've been praying a ton for them that they will let their faith overcome their fears and that everything will work out. They are still on-track for getting baptized on April 11th!!! The ward has been so great about fellow-shipping them. They really just blend right in. We were told that in elders quorum, the father, Antonio, who has been inactive for years, kept saying that he is so glad to be back. Yay!
We found a new investigator this week named Meisha. We were looking for her brother, who Sister Christiansen and her last companion had met weeks ago, but he wasn't there. We ended up talking to her about the Book of Mormon. I asked her if she had ever wondered about where she came from, what happens after this life, and what her purpose is here. She said, "All the time!" We told her that the Book of Mormon answers all those questions and she said, "I'm going to have to read this book!" We're going back later this week. It will be the day of exchanges, so Sister Christiansen won't be there. Just me and one of the Sister Training Leaders. I'm kind of nervous. But Meisha is a sweet girl. She told us her grandma might be interested too!
There is a new Easter video that just came out on Saturday. Its called He Lives. GO WATCH IT. Its awesome. We've been using it in our proselyting as much as possible.
Transfers are coming up pretty soon, but chances are that Sister Christiansen and I will stay together for at least another transfer, since she is training me. I'm happy about that, since she is so great. She is HILARIOUS. I nearly die laughing every day. Multiple times a day.
This week I was charged by an animal. We were knocking on the door of a less active, and we heard rustling in the bushes. Suddenly, something darted out and ran straight at me. I squealed and jumped to avoid it, but it hit my shoe and rebounded onto Sister Christiansen's leg before running off past us back into the bushes. It was a mouse. But a HUGE mouse. Not quite rat-sized, but not your average mouse size. Uhg.
Anyway, its been a pretty great week. I love being a missionary. It makes me so happy. Some days I think my face might just freeze into a smile. Other days I feel so tired I can hardly function, but its a good tired. Its an I'm-working-hard kind of tired. I love you all! The Church is true!!!
Sister Taylor
No comments:
Post a Comment