Hello again! What an adventure this week has been. Actually I am not really sure if this week was an adventure because my days and weeks all blur together. So now I have to go back and look at what I wrote in my journal to remember exactly what happened.
Last Monday was awesome! A bunch of ladies from church took us out for lunch and pedicures which was so nice! All of them have sons either on missions or who served missions so it was fun to hear them talk about the emails and share what's going on. We also had our first "real" snow storm on Monday night. The wind was blowing like crazy and the snow was falling sideways. So weird.
On Wednesday morning, Sister J and I attended a funeral. The funeral was for Cheyenne, my cactus that I had gotten a week and a half earlier and somehow managed to kill In that small window of time. You all remember my super cute little cactus that I sent you a picture of the other week. Yeah well I don't know what happened, but I do not have a green thumb. HOW ON EARTH DOES ONE KILL A CACTUS!?! I didn't water it, didn't drop it, didn't call it mean names. All I did was set it in my window sill and look at it lovingly. I loved that cactus and I managed to kill it. I thought cactuses (cacti?) were supposed to be indestructible and endure anything. I guess not. So on Wednesday morning, Sister J sang "Amazing Grace" and I said a few words, and we dropped Cheyenne into the trash.
On Thursday we went on exchanges. I stayed here in Cheyenne and got to be with the wonderful Sister Jenson again. Love her so much! She has such a powerful testimony and is such an awesome missionary. I swear she isn't afraid of anything relating to missionary work. She is just bold and loving and wonderful. We had a super crazy experience though. We went to go visit a less active who hadn't been to church in 20 years it turns out. He told us he was still reading the Book of Mormon and praying and doing everything right, but because of certain family problems, can't make it to church and doesn't see its importance anymore. We taught about why we go to church, to take the sacrament and being able to use the atonement and be made clean from our sins. We talked a lot about faith and just having the tiny little bit, which can allow miracles to happen. Ron told us that he has been watching a ton of History Channel and that he thinks it's entirely possible that the Book of Mormon was given to Joseph Smith by aliens and how we wouldn't even know they are aliens because God made us all in His image. "In fact," Ron said, "the two of you could be aliens and I wouldn't even know!" Literally. I then proceeded to promise we weren't aliens and that we were very much so human, and Ron goes "I don't know if I trust you. Your hands were cold when I shook them." In case y'all were wondering, it was 27 degrees that day, so I didn't think it would be that unusual for my hands to be cold....I wish I could say that experiences like this were rare on a mission, but they just aren't.
The highlight of my week though had to be teaching Virginia on Friday. Oh I have soooooo much love for that woman. She is so strong and has endured so many hardships in her life. We had an amazing lesson all about how God has a plan for each and every one of us. It might not be what we think is best or exactly what we want, but He knows what will bless us most in our lives. The spirit was so strong in that lesson as Sister J and I testified of the power of the atonement, and that even when it gets hard and we think we can't do it, or that we are alone, we are never alone because we have a Savior who died not only for our sins, but for every pain and sorrow we would ever feel. He knows us perfectly. He knows how to carry us and help us make it through. I am so grateful for that knowledge and that I have a Father In heaven who loves me and everyone else enough to send His son to take our pains upon Him. What a beautiful and merciful plan.
I love being a missionary and I love Cheyenne. I never ever thought I would be here and I never thought missionary work would be this hard. But just because it's hard doesn't mean it's not worth it. I am grateful for the chances I have each and every day to go out and share this gospel that I know to be true with others. I might get cussed out or have cigarette ashes flicked on me, but I know that God loves all of His children and I do as well.
You're in my prayers and I love all of you so much. Don't ever be afraid to share the gospel with others. You will never regret the times you did so. Have a wonderful week!
Here are some fun pictures from the week. Some of these are really awesome pics that Sister Jenks took so I can't take credit for them all!
Sister Jenson, me, Sister Jenks, & Sister Burden
15 degrees, 60 mph winds, and I am freeing!