Today we got to go to the temple, which was super awesome. I was just thinking to myself and asking, "why has this week been so hard? What am I doing wrong?" And as I read mosiah 24:15-16 I just felt the spirit as I saw the word cheerfully and patiently. The words brought comfort to me and screamed to my soul that I need to be patient. Like my companion before said is that sometimes the mission is like a slingshot. We are pulled and stretched until we think we are going to snap, then we are held there for a moment, and when the tension is unbearable we suddenly soar. I'm patiently awaiting the time where I will be set loose and can fly. It was a good P day and a really good temple trip.
This week at church I turned to Donna and told her it was her turn to bear her testimony. She just said okay basically and went up to the stand. I was so surprised, especially that I just asked her! I randomly thought it and just asked her without thinking, almost as if it were a joke. Im glad I asked her though. She said the best part was when she sat back down and I told her it was awesome. That was the most comforting part of going up there was what I said when she sat back down.
Because two weeks ago it was so rainy I think that's what caused me to be sick this week. I had a cough, stuffy nose and was super low energy all week. Instead of taking a day off and resting I just went out to work, I'm not sure which option was better, or which was right. Either way, I was sick this week and it was terrible, I was sick all week and super tired!!! Some mornings I couldn't even think as I read the book of Mormon or PMG.
One night for dinner Celia was supposed to feed us. We waited for the pizza guy to come for an hour, and we finally just said we had to go to our next appointment empty handed. Apparently the order was never put in the system. I was pretty hungry that night. I made some pretty dank mashed potatoes. It took so long to boil we couldn't eat them, but we took them to Paul's for lunch and it surprisingly fed 5 guys. Best part of the meal by far if I might say so. I'll be making more soon. I'm so glad we bought potatoes the other week.
Shout out to Eric Tidball, most of you probably won't understand this, but I bought a whole bunch of sparkling waters and am drinking them in the shower. I need to think of a good name for it, but cherries are a good pairing for the sparkling water.
Lastly we met with Ian....... wow, what a gentleman. He basically told us he was the prophet, and God told everyone in the world that he was the messenger, and that Jesus told him to do acid and Molly and other "chemicals" in order to receive answers so he can spread the message. The message is world peace. Period. I'm not sure how he is going to accomplish this, but he is literally prepare to die for it he said many times. He wants to spread life liberty and the pursuit of happiness, because "they are trying to take away his liberty". I told him it's probably because he is using acid and Molly and meth, but that's obviously besides the point. I asked Ian why I or anyone I know knew he was the messenger, and he just disregarded it all and said God told everyone he was the only prophet, and even though everyone before him has failed, he will do it somehow, because he is going to die trying. He said he did acid earlier that day. Our ward mission leader said maybe he is on to something... I don't think so, it's a method we have never tried before. Ian said it's a leap of faith to believe in him. Let's send the world mind altering drugs and give them life liberty and happiness right?
Love you all, send me pictures.
RIP Harambe
