So this lady was unpacking stuff from her car. We ran over to ask if we could help. Surprisingly, she said yes. So we carried some boxes of stuff up some stairs into her apartment thing and didn't get to have a good conversation before she shut the door. We really felt like we should leave something so we write out a note on a little sticky-note and put our number on it. S. Flamm tells me to go put it on the lady's door (she's got quite the way of telling me to do things and me doing them without thinking). So I go over there and just as I touch my finger to the door, the door knob made a noise... and what did I do? Instead of just standing there and starting a conversation like a normal person I RAN. I don't know what kicked into me. Like I had some flash of ding-dong-ditch tactics rush through me or what, but I bolted and she was right there at the door and probably saw me. We rushed down the stairs. I was so embarrassed. I'm a 20-year-old missionary who ran from someone at their door when I should've been talking to them. So humiliating. Yes, almost 18 months later and I still fail.
Aside from that lovely experience.... all of our appointments cancelled last week. Haha! So it was a high point for the transfer. ;P No, but it really does make you appreciate the good times, so that's alright. Like President Uchtdorf says we need to be grateful IN our circumstances not FOR our circumstances. Working on that one. :)
Me and S. Flamm just laugh all the time. We have two couches in our house (yes, the two of us have a three room house to ourselves... no big deal). One of us each are on one and we're talking one second, crying from laughter the next, and then one minute later passed out sleeping. Good life.
It's been dumping rain the past couple days. I'm going to be in shock in a couple weeks when there isn't liquid falling from the sky anymore.
Oh yeah, happy new year! :) Hope you had a good one. Ours was sublime. Going to sleep at 10:30 on New Year's Eve. That's only going to happy twice in my life... and both of those times have passed.
We got to go on an exchange. A sister named Sister Simmons came to my area with me. She is so sweet. I need to be more sweet. I don't think I've quite mastered the meek and gentle attributes yet. You think I have mom? Probably not. Sorry about that one. :P
So this week I wanted to mention a story. Peter walking on the water to Jesus.
How many times do we set our sights on something and have complete faith that we can acheive it and then once we start, it gets hard? Winds start blowing. The waters are deep... and then we fall. Peter fell when he let fear and doubt enter him. He took his eyes off of the Savior. I know that as we strengthen our faith in Christ, our fears and doubts will disappear. Of course, when we decide to do something great or something good, Satan knows it. And he will try to prevent us from making it happen, but as we pass through the boisterous wind let us remember that we can do it with Christ's help. :) I'm trying to learn that as well. It's making a great difference.
Today S. Webb and I took our cultural day and visited Lake Sawyer. We didn't get to see that many people, but man do I love them. My mission is the best thing ever. I love everyone. AH! It's crazy.
Welp. I don't have much to say this week. Sorry 'bout it. :)
Until next time, I'll be doing it the Federal Way.
Love,
Sister Pearson :)
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