Here's the week in a nutshell:
We had service at Habitat for Humanity on Tuesday and Wednesday morning with Elder Hill and Elder Tracy. Those kids kill me. They're too much fun. We did a lot of organizing in the store and HFH has made me their official scribe for their chalkboard. They think I'm artistic or something. They must be blind.
Thursday was Zone Conference and it was just too. good. It's so fun getting together with a bunch of other missionaries, but the best part is the spiritual teachings. I mean DANG. Those trainings get me every. time. We focused a lot on how this is the only time we will ever be a full-time missionary (I mean, yeah Sisters can serve again if they REALLY want to, but I wanna get on with my life okay). Our time here is SO precious, and we can't waste a single moment. Not one. Because we will NEVER get it back. I am working for the Lord here. It always used to frustrate me when I first came out that there was no time for myself-no time to rest and regroup, no time to write in my journal, no time to organize my junk on my desk.... Even pdays are stressful. There's so little time and SO much to do. And you don't even get a full day to do it all. But then I realized about a month and a half ago: "You will...be expected to devote all your time and attention to serving the Lord..." (Missionary Handbook, p. 4). DUH. This is HIS work. I'm not here to do what I need. HE needs me here, so too bad if I don't get to do all I want. It's not about me. It's SO not about me. It never will be. Since my first transfer, I have prayed daily for Heavenly Father to help me make the most of my time here-I don't want to waste a single moment, because I'm here for the Lord, and I want to be completely available for whatever He needs me to do.
After Zone Conference, the miracles just came POURING in. We visited a less-active sister and had a pleasant lesson with her and were invited back. Then as we were leaving, another less-active sister called us and poured her heart out to us about how she was struggling and asked us to come teach her. What.
Friday, we had our weekly planning session and it was very meticulous. We made sure to include the Lord in this work, since you know, it is HIS work. We did a little finding action that night. We were looking for this former investigator and didn't have much success finding her, so we knocked her neighbors' doors. The first one wasn't too nice, but the second.. oh my heck. Paige and her sweet Grandma came to the door. We had the chance to talk to both of them for a while. Paige turns 12 next month, and this girl has a crazy love for God at such a young age. She had so many questions for us, and when we pulled out a Restoration pamphlet for her, she nearly snatched it out of my hand she wanted it so bad. She told us before we left that she had been having a really rough week, and (as she teared up) she felt like meeting us was a sign that everything was going to be okay. BLESS YOU, PAIGE.
Saturday was wild. We got as close to the mission border as possible. Palm Coast (the actual city where I'm currently serving) has a fat highway that runs through the center of it, and there aren't may ways around it. You have to go alll the way down through Bunnell and past Flagler Beach if you want to get on the other side. It's rather frustrating. So we spent a lot of time in the car that day, trying to get to the other side of town to visit some less-actives and find some beach bum investigators. We basically went tracting through a jungle. Florida is so beautiful.
I gave a talk in church yesterday about Hope. I spoke about my Grandma and what an example she was for all. The whole chapel was crying so that's cool.
It's our week for bikes and its supposed to rain all week, so send up some prayers for Sister Ross and I..
Sister Bonnemort- my fave mission nurse. She kills me.
When your hot sauce makes you trunky.