Hiii.
Mom- I'm not a big fan of the this whole Wednesday being Preparation Day thing either. It kind of sucks butt. That's okay, at least I get a Preparation Day, right? The weather in Idaho sounds cray. Ohio weather has been a little weird too. It's either frigid or it feels like spring. My wardrobe doesn't even know what to do. Thanks for being the best mom ever. I love you. Emily- Snow days are the best ever. I'm happy you had such a stellar petallar week. Puh-lease, girl, you do not have to remind me how attractive Zac Efron is. He is one of God's greatest creations. Mm-mm. Love you, Ems. Dad- I really want to know if this girl's actual name is Kari... Because if her name is actually Kari you need to sing "you smell like chicken, I smell like chicken, you smell like Kari" every time she screws up. Just saying. I love you, Dad!! (This was a song Emily would sing when she was about 2 years old, it makes no sense)
Quotes of the week:
1.) "Freddy, did you get into something?" -Sister Zook (recent convert) talking to her dog Freddy did get into something.. Once upon a time, Sister Anderson had like 20 pieces of chocolate in her coat pocket that we were going to give to one of our investigators. These chocolates were like the crap chocolates that taste nasty and have the weird pictures on the foil wrapping. WELL, Freddy ate at least half of these chocolates WITH the wrapping. I don't know if Sister Zook realized that this could KILL HER DOG, but she treated the matter very lightly. I said at least 10 prayers asking that Freddy wouldn't die. We haven't received word that he died, so I think we're good. Phew. That'll teach us never to try to give our investigators crappy chocolates.
2.) Tyler (Investigator): "Don't judge me, but when I was 13 a thought came into my head that simply said 'What if you were a prophet?' What do you think that means?" Sister Cain (his future mother-in-law): "Nothing." Tyler Anderson is convinced that he is the most spiritual person ever. Sister Cain is convinced that he is the biggest idiot to ever happen. I literally didn't know what to do during this conversation so I just awkwardly started petting the Cains' cat and sat there awkwardly. Awko-taco, folks. AWKO-TACO.
3.) "I don't mean to offend you by saying this, but I don't see how anyone who in intelligent could believe in your church." -Colleen (random lady) Wow, Colleen, you are such a sweetheart. 😒 Colleen said this to us on a really, really hard day, SO like any bad missionary, I decided that I was going to be angry at her, and instead of saying something kind and Christ-like, I just glared at her. No words, just glare. I would repent, but I'm 100% she would still get a glare if I saw her again.
4.) "It only looks a little 70-ish" -Sister Anderson talking about my hair Well, I cut my hair off this week. Chopped off at least 6 inches. Here's the fun part of the hair cutting experience: I had Amy, a recent convert, cut my hair. Amy is a 50 year old woman WITH BRIGHT PURPLE HAIR. The whole time she was cutting my hair, the words from my sweet mother "Don't worry about money, go somewhere good when you cut your hair" kept going through my head. Well, Heavenly Father must love me because my hair doesn't look TOTALLY atrocious, I just had to straighten out the awful 70's curls that she so kindly did for me. If we're being honest, it doesn't matter what my hair looks like, look at my face... I'm beautiful. ;) So yeah, short hair. Whoo!!
5.) "Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you." -1 Peter 5:7 I'm not going to lie, this week has been really rough. Sister Anderson and I started the week with highest of hopes and it was just a really poopy. The best news is that no matter how alone we may feel, we have been promised that we will not be left comfortless. I have felt that comfort as I have prayed and prayed...and prayed some more this week. I am thankful for Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ who care for me perfectly. They are bae.
Well, the time has come where I don't want to type anymore. I love all of you. SO much. XoxxoOxXooOO
Love,
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