is that even a question
I've seriously grown more this week then probably any other week of my
whole life. You cant even imagine. Well so it started out with me
balling. whats new. jokelang since being here I've only cried 3 times.
one lesson. Once when I left sister porter and sister storey (it was the
ugliest most pitiful thing ever. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH) and then again
after sister gadiano left. (I LOVE HER SO MUCH) I seriously just started
to cry and then she left this letter about how she knows i can do it.
well that helped. ha I started crying in front of my whole district. So
that's just the office elders and the ap's. and my house of sisters.
yeah.. pitiful. but then I started.
oh man mom did I feel your prayers. I seriously stopped one day and was like someone is DEFINITELY praying for me right now. so Sister McPhie and I went out. Yeah I was feeling so sick to my stomach with worry. It was the hardest thing ever. I was thinking thoughts like yeahIi kinda would be ok to be in lehi right now. like this isn't kansas anymore tottop- dorthy status.
Well we got stalked by an 80 year old man who started singing to us and wouldn't let me teach him the gospel or accept my pamphlet. that was bummish. Lucky for us 80 year old men who like to linger longer on hand shakes cant walk or run very fast. Both of which we are capable of. eh. lost him no sweat. and we saw my other creeper "ronny" so I turned right around in the middle of the street with him only 100 ft away staring and I walked the other way.
Call me discreet.
ssooooo smoothe. I'm over it. I cant afford smoothness with creeps. We also went to 2 birthdays/lessons that day and got a magic show while waiting for a fellowshipper. the whole time im all is this legal? cuz magic isn't exactly the priesthood power. eh. life continues. so this week was an adventure. BUT I UNDERSTAND. The lord was SO right by my side the whole week. I just go up to people not knowing how they're going to respond or if they even speak tagalog or just ilocano and just use what I got. Man alive. I've never felt the gift of tongues so real. so so SO real.
Dad remind me to tell you her geneology next week. Sister Mcphie that is.
oh and these pictures are entitled: rachel... has terrible form but its not about beauty but about getting it done.
and the other is me about to catch a ball and Sister Bacalla goes "I saw a pillar of light".
self explanitory. haha.
anyway back to business the ward continues to progress. before the avg attendance was like 95. now with 2 sets of missionaries its jumped to 125ish. wowza. we made a goal for 140. God helps us reach goals. I testify of it. oh last thing. In a lesson yesterday, I just kinda forced my self in. We've been bugging them non stop. but then the nanay and tatay both just started balling as we talked about repentence and faith in christ. Does the gospel change lives. um yes. that's all for now. I feel your prayers and love you more then anything. :) I miss you all :) but not enough to distract of course. keep me posted.
Sister Hansen over and out :)