President and Sister Jensen and Sisters Pope and Kurt |
Last week we washed the car spic and
span in preparation for a car inspection on Friday that never came. I'm a
little peeved because naturally the very next day it got some hard core bird poop
on it. =A= That's what we get for claying and waxing it. No good deed goes
unpunished.
The
whole week has been example after example of lessons and appointments falling
through, which just makes the 96 degrees plus humidity such. a. joy. Please
kill me. Mercifully, Wednesday was mostly inside as we helped members with some
service and we planned our week.
Thursday
I spent the day with Sister Famalaro, a cute little northern Californian, only 9
months out. We had lessons and got a fair amount done.
Friday
was Zone conference, our last one with President and Sister Jensen. We sang “God
be With You Til We Meet Again” and I gave my departing testimony. President
hugged me, and I was able to see two previous companions. It was a good day. We
also got fed by a member who had lived in Mexico for 20 years, so we got some
authentic cuisine.
Saturday
was its own little nightmare because it kept getting switched around, but we
ended the day very pleased with it. We had picked up a new investigator who we think
is going to progress very quickly.
Sunday
was weirdly hard, since we expected to see several investigators at church, and
not one came. And then we got a call from a recent convert saying she needed a
ride to the ER.... it turned out she wanted to go because she had beg bug bites.
]: Unfortunately, her mom (a former investigator), unbeknownst to us, had just
told her 'come straight home' from the place she got them, so we're pretty sure
she's probably pretty mad at us (since it wouldn't surprise me that she now
probably has a really unnecessary medical bill). Life's a struggle. But on the bright side, we
found a new investigator when this lady's son insisted we go talk to his mom
about God. She seemed really open to the idea of modern day prophets. So here's
to hoping.
There's
a program that missionaries do for their last transfer now, called My Plan.
It's meant to help missionaries transition back into regular last post-mission,
and I do appreciate the excuse to be inside for an extra 30 minutes a week to
do it. Tender mercies.
Anyhow.
I love you guys. Christine