I Love the Gospel

This week was alternately really eventful and also really, really not so eventful. Sister Roy kind of had a health-scare fiasco in which we were pretty sure she was going to have to go to the hospital to recuperate from. Fortunately, this is not the case! But for most of the week President Packard ordered her to be on partial bed rest, so we would work for a few hours of the day and then she would rest and do treatment for the rest of the day. Which means I had a lot of time to do all kinds of exciting things! Like re-organize our area book, bake a million sugar cookies for the ward linger-longer, paint my toenails ... Lucky for me, Sister Roy is on the mend and we will hopefully be able to be out a lot more this week. Otherwise I might start having slightly Cast Away-esque symptoms.

But we did get to go to a few exciting meetings this week! (This is not sarcastic. I really do love meetings more than the average person. It's a personality quirk I guess.) We had Interviews with President, which happen every other transfer - so about every 12 weeks. I really don't know how to describe how much I love President Packard. Imagine a general authority, your grandpa, and a teddy bear mixed together with a little bit of Texas twang thrown in. A combination that would melt any heart. Plus everything that comes out of his mouth is so incredibly awesome that we kind of all just stare at him with our mouths hanging open.

Sister Roy and I also made a brief appearance at DLC (District Leader Conference), except we thought it was MLC (Mission Leader Conference) which is when all the Zone Leaders and Sister Training Leaders get together once a month to do important leadery things. But DLC is when all the District Leaders and Zone Leaders get together - aka no sisters. We were invited to demonstrate the way we report at District Meetings, and were told to come about half way through the meeting. We burst through the gym doors in a cloud of excitement and then awkwardly realized that we were the only girls and that every pair of leadership eyes in the mission were on us - we're talking like 80 Elders here people. To make matters worse, we had entered in through the doors that made us take the longest possible route to get to a pair of empty seats. Then to add to awkward humiliation, they were running late in their agenda, so we sat there for like 30 minutes while everyone gave us worried looks, confused why two greenie sisters had crashed the meeting with such barbarianism. Anyways, by the time we presented it was totally anticlimactic, but whatever. I'm totally over it. (Not).

Anywaaays, being a missionary still rules. Even when you are house-confined and totally embarrass yourself when you leave.

I LOVE THE GOSPEL.

And I love all of you.

Sister Gledhill