Oh my good golly. (Haha, I never say this in real life. I just don't know how to start my emails.)
But here's the sitch. This week, as all other weeks in missionary
life, was amazing. I don't know how it happens, but everytime I look
through my planner when it's time to email I am amazed at all the crazy
things that can happen in just 7 days!
This week got spiced up a little when Elder Flory broke his collar
bone last Monday while riding his bike. So being the good charitable
souls we are, Sister Badham and I surrendered our car to the elders. We
had the intentions of biking, because there are like 12 missionary bikes
in this area that are not being used, but unfortunately all but one of
them has been "bike totaled" in an Elder biking accident. So ... we were
hoofin' it for most of the week. The weather was playing games with us
though. Tuesday we walked a few miles to an appointment and I got a
wicked bad sunburn on my neck (that's what I get for rockin the bun-life
everyday), and then Wednesday AND Thursday we got caught in unexpected
rain storms with no umbrellas (you'd think we'd learn. Nope.) We saw the
elders at the end of that night and their reaction to us was something
like this: "Oh Sisters! Your soaked! Your shoes! Your HAIR!" ... we may
have looked a titch raggeled by the end of that day.
But it was all worth it! We felt like martyrs for the cause just in
time for ELDER HOLLAND to come and talk to us on Friday. I mean, it was
alright, I guess. Just kidding, it was a spiritual outpouring of
course! At the end of every single big missionary meeting or conference
we have, we sing "The Spirit of God" and I cry every. single. time. It's
impossible to describe the way the room feels ... it's like the hymn
says "We'll sing and we'll shout with the armies of heaven!" I totally
understand what that line means now.
On Saturday we were on exchanges with the Martha's Vineyard sisters
and we had to go drop them off at the Cape Cod ferry, so while we were
out there we thought we would take a moment to celebrate my year mark.
We found a little cafe called Pie in the Sky, and we bought a couple
slices and went and sat by dock. And now we are getting ready to go
spend our P-day at a member's beach house in Hull with the rest of our
zone. Elder Holland, pie at the Cape, beach parties ... it's a hard
life, but somebody has to do it!
And in the midst of all this rain storming, apostle speaking, pie
eating goodness, the work of the Lord rolls on here in Foxboro. We saw
miracle after miracle this week, from finding new families, to less
actives suddenly wanting to come back. We brought a couple
mother/daughter teams out teaching with us this week and it was amazing
to see the impact it had on these moms to see their daughters bear
testimony of the gospel. We took our 19 year old investigator Carla to
the YSA branch yesterday and she ended up staying for FHE and dinner and
didn't go home until 7:00 at night - that's like 6 hours of church here
very first time ever attending! That's impressive for a life long
Mormon, let alone someone who has never been to church before! It's like
every where we go there is just so much progress and goodness going on.
Why am I so blessed? I don't know. God must just love us or something. In fact, I'm pretty sure He does.
xoxo,
Sister Gledhill
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