Good night, Good night (Doesn't matter what time of day, you just say it)
My dried flower collection
Can you spot the monkey child?
First of all I realized I lost my mission card. Every month the mission puts money on our mission cards, and every month I take my card out ONE TIME and take all the money off of it. I realized it was gone on Saturday, which means it has most likely been missing for almost a month. I am pretty sure it wasn't stolen because who would take the time to open my bag, open my wallet, take my card (and not the cash) and put it all back...no one, that's who. Anyways, I am pretty sure that when I went to take money out I grabbed my money and not my card. So now I have to live off Sister Dill for the next two weeks until my new card comes (and it is $15 US to replace). UGGGHHHH!!!!
Anyone for cow skin or liver???? MMMMMMM......*the highest level of sarcasm*
I also lost the star to my plan of salvation puzzle:( I am really upset about it.
Next, taking over an area is stressful!!! So stressful that it was affecting my sleep. I was just so worried about seeing enough people and having good numbers and just everything. The pressure has eased up a little bit, but my I am still not sleeping very well. Man, the mission just tears you down, it is hard.
So last week Dad sent me a picture of Aubrey and her walking stick with the wheel at the end. I just wanted to show you that Utah children are the same as Jamaican children.
Remember when I told you that we taught a lesson to a Rasta man named Nickolas? Well, we didn't really plan on ever seeing him again, but he kept calling us. Every time he would tell us he was ready for a change in his life, so we set up a time to meet with him again. So we walk all the way up to Box Common (40 minute walk) in the blazing sun to meet with this guy because he says he is ready to change. We get up there and he invites us into his yard and there he is preparing his blunt. HE WAS JUST ABOUT TO SMOKE SOME WEED!!! Seriously? He knew we were coming. Anyways that's not even the bad part... So we start teaching him the restoration and he just starts laughing at everything we say. Oh man, it was hard. I didn't know what to do. So we were kinda trying to wrap up the lesson and he starts telling us that we as woman have no freedom in this church since we cannot be prophets....Anyways, I can tell you that we will not be having anymore lessons with that man.
Last of my complaining, I think I am gaining weight. I mean I can't know for sure because I live in Jamaica and I have no scale, but I am pretty sure. HOW? How is it possible that I run every morning, walk around for 5 hours every day, eat decent dinners and I am STILL gaining weight????? HOW? UGGGGHHHHH!
Other than that this week has been pretty good. The other night Sister Dill, Munchie and I were walking down the road and about 10 feet in front of us there was this older man. His back was turned, but he turns around and sees us. He yells WHITEY! and just starts charging for me. I just took off running and I just see Munchie pass me running as fast as she could. When we reached the bottom of the road I look back and see Sister Dill walk calmly behind us to catch up. When we were all back together we just started laughing so hard. I was laughing so hard that my stomach was hurting and I couldn't breath. LOL just when I thought I was getting used to this place another crazy comes out to prove me wrong.
They work for the plums, I take pictures and eat them.
Well I love you all! Thanks for all the support and prayers! I could not do this without you!