It's really hot here. Well, not really hot. Just normal hot. But it is really humid. I've given up on my hair. It is doomed to be a frizzy mess all summer. Oh well. :)
I feel like I have very little to report this week for some reason. We just did missionary work. Knocked on some doors. Visited some less actives. Talked to lots of random strangers. We did have one lady this week tell us very politely that she "truly believes from her heart that the Mormon church is a cult."
We did blitzes this week on Saturday. The missionaries in our district came to our area, we picked a neighborhood, and they helped us tract it. We had spent the whole week before that trying to figure out where to go for the blitzes. Manassas is a very diverse area. There are gigantic houses where the high income families live, tiny apartments where the truly poverty stricken live, and everything in between. There are people whose families have lived in Virginia since colonial days, people from all over the country who came for work, and lots of immigrants from El Salvador, Brazil, Ghana, Togo, India, Russia, Bolivia, Germany, China, Japan, Korea, etc., etc. The trick for blitzes was to find an area with enough English-speakers for 4 sets of missionaries to find and talk to. We decided on an area to tract about an hour before the blitz actually happened. A substantial amount of Manassas is on the lower end of the economic spectrum, so there are lots of "ghetto" areas, which we spend a fair amount of time in, because there tend to be lots of receptive people there, and this was one of those areas. When the other missionaries arrived for blitzes, they got out of their cars, looked around, and asked us if we could have possibly picked a sketchier area for blitzes. (The answer was yes, absolutely. Welcome to Manassas.) We had a great time tracting there and met some great people. I absolutely LOVE Manassas. :)
I got a package this week from the Relief Society at home (THANK YOU!!!). It had candy and a cute note and inflatable fish. (like beach balls) Sister Davis blew them up and we have been having fish fights every day. I often lose, because my arm is pathetic and I can't throw worth two cents. But it seems like every time I come around the corner into the kitchen, she nails me with a fish. Its pretty entertaining.
We made muffins this week. We wanted to bring them to our investigator, so we pulled out our bag of blueberry muffin mix and added water and an egg and whatever, and then put it into the oven. 5 minutes later, the apartment started to smell like gasoline. We quickly discovered that the flame in the oven had gone out, and we were probably slowly asphyxiating. We turned off the oven and opened up all the windows and the balcony door to air out the apartment and texted the elders who live in our same apartment complex to ask if we could use their oven to finish the muffins. We brought the half-baked muffins to their apartment and stood outside their door in the million-degree heat/humidity while they tried to finish the muffins. It didn't work. We had them try to save the poor things by putting brown sugar on top, but Elder Wagner misunderstood us when we said, "put brown sugar on top." Instead of sprinkling a little bit on the top, he slathered on a ton over the top almost as if he was frosting them. We brought the ugly little muffins back to our apartment to decide if we should still deliver them. Sister Davis brought them up to her nose and inhaled deeply. "They smell like gas!!!" I took a bite of one. "They taste like gas!!!!" We threw them away.
Anyway, I hope you all have a great week. I love you all and I love the gospel. I know absolutely without a doubt that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the one and only true church. It is Christ's church. He is at the head and He and Heavenly Father love each of us individually and perfectly.
Sister Taylor
Pictures!!!
1-3: Raphaella discovered photobooth on my ipad.
4. Patricia gave me the recipe for the dinner she fed us....in Portuguese
5. Gasoline Muffins
6-8: We found a turtle!
9-11: Sister Davis likes to take pictures while I driving. So I make faces too.
12: We're sending these pictures to President Riggs before he goes home.
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