The true Washington has revealed itself to me. No more sunshine or heat. Just rain, rain, and more rain. Cold rain. It's sometimes annoying, but doesn't bother me much really... not yet anyways. We'll see how I feel about it next year.
Some interesting things have happened this week. I love that about missions. Always interesting. It's awesome. Aside from the fact that we watched a spider spinning it's web at a doorstep, we witnessed a crow attacking a squirrel, and I made Sister Hopkins the first PB&J she's eaten since being on her mission (I don't know how that's possible. My first week I had PB&J for breakfast, lunch, and dinner multiple times), there are a couple other things I will remember.
We got out of our car to begin tracting... we've been doing A LOT of that lately. And I cat came to greet us. Turns out the cat liked us and decided to follow us for 30 minutes. It would go up to all of the doors and listen to the dogs sniffing on the other side. I accidentally shut it in a few of the screen doors. It was tripping me. I tried shooing it away, but Sister Hopkins couldn't resist. Sooo, we get to a door. And a soon as the door cracks open BOOM! Two dogs bolt threw the doors to attack the cat. Their frantic, shoeless owner was running behind them until she realized she needed shoes. I threw my bag and tried getting the dogs. I asked her if she would like me to pick the one up and bring it inside (somewhat expecting her to say no). She said yes. That thing was a lead ball. Surprisingly enough, she wasn't to upset. Although she did say "I knew I shouldn't have answered the door." Welp, that always makes you feel loved.
Another one. One house had a little mud room type thing in the front of it and we didn't know whether we should knock on that door or the actual door inside. I started going inside to knock on the actual door when the door swung open to reveal a lady inside. A voice in the background yelled "WHO IS IT?!?!?!" And the woman looking at me yelled back at her "It's some WHITE lady!" I quickly left the mud room and we talked to the woman who was cooking dinner at 3 PM outside. Looks like I'm still the white girl here in Washington too.
It was Sister Hopkin's 5 month mark this week and she had never had a Jack in the Box taco. That was unacceptable, so I bought her some in celebration. Don't worry I got her some Cold Stone too.
One story I forgot to mention last week was about an awesome lady in the ward who had me and Sister Hopkins cracking up the whole time we were at dinner. She is from Poland. Went to school in England. Her friend from Peru was talking the missionary lessons, and being raised Catholic I believe, the Polish lady joined her friend to make sure she didn't join the Church. The Polish woman ended up getting baptized before her friend. Looks like her view turned around a bit. Anywho, she is a married woman with three kids and she's literally in love with Jacob Black. That is probably common and it wouldn't entertain me half as much with anyone else, but it is just so much funnier hearing her talk about him in her awesome accent. That night, her teenage son farted across the table while we were all eating and she said in her accent "Goo to yhour rhoom yew deesgustin vittle boy." It was great.
So we have been offering everyone we see to mow their lawns and help them in their yard and everything. I guess they honestly don't think girls in skirts can do much. Sad, sad, sad. Everyone underestimates us. Even after promising them that we are being serious they just laugh at us. Maybe someday they'll let us.
I was soooo happy I was able to attend Kayden's baptism from my last area on Saturday. Kayden was a 9 year old boy who has some form of Autism I believe. Maybe Asperger's..? I'm not sure. I just know he is a genius and he's incredible. He was so well behaved and wonderful that day and he definitely knew what he was doing. You could tell that he really wanted his sins washed away and he wanted to try to follow Christ. The first day I met him he told me how much God loved him because he saved him when he was born really sick.
Also, the Relief Society broadcast was on Saturday and it was amazing. Crazy to see all the Sister Missionaries in the choir. I saw two girls from BYU in it. One going to Texas, the other to Tahiti. Anywho, I absolutely loved hearing from President Monson. It's incredible to hear a Prophet of God. I know I haven't taken full advantage of it growing up because I never really took the time to think about it. Someone like Noah or Abraham or Moses speaking to us. Telling us, as they told the people of their time, things that we need to hear. Things to help us. President Monson talked about how God has an infinite love for each and everyone of us regardless of position, status, or personality. Which sounds cliche, but it is soooo true. It's the small things like that that are repeated over and over because we constantly need to be reminded. Ah, we are just so human sometimes. He also talked about prayer and how we should turn to prayer whenever we have feelings of doubt or discouragement or anything really.
I am so privileged to be out here serving the Lord. I seriously can't believe that I have 18 months to try to forget myself and love everyone else. There are amazing people in this world. I know that I'm doing what God wants me to be doing right now because I still love all these people who are slamming their doors on me. I even love whoever is sitting next to me here in the library who smells like old cheese and mold. :) Ah, life is wonderful.
Miss and love you all!
Love,
Sister Pearson. :)
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