Greetings, friends. 'Tis I, Sister Liljenquist, coming to
you from yet another area. I think I'm good for a while - at least I hope so. I
do not want to pack again, thank you very much. I really, really don't like
packing.
I am currently serving in the Windrose Ward, which is in the
Klein Stake. It's actually really close to Westfield - and even closer to Oak
Ridge. It's really odd that I've served in three different stakes but have
stayed in the same area. I could drive to all three in about 20 minutes.
Anyway, I digress. My companion is Sister Christensen - remember her? We were
in the same MTC district. It's pretty crazy stuff.
Transfer meeting was a party, as always. It started at 9,
and by 9:45, I decided that I should really find my companion and go. The
problem was that I couldn't find her anywhere. I talked to one of the Assistants
who asked me if she had gotten a transfer call. I told him that I had no idea,
so he called her. A couple of minutes later, he walked over and said,
"They'll be about an hour. Do you want to come hang out in the office for
a bit?" Sister Harrison had no idea that she was being transferred - they
threw all of her stuff together in a half an hour and drove to the Hafer
building as fast as they could.
This week has been pretty uneventful. I came into the area
to find that we have no investigators - none whatsoever. We've been doing a lot
of walking and talking without much success. We're hoping to be able to get to
know the ward more and find investigators that way. It's going to take a lot of
experimenting, I think, and some patience. Oh, patience. How I struggle with
thee.
Our District is made up of us and two other sets of Elders.
All four of them have only been out for 3 months, which means that Sister
Christensen and I are old ladies. What? That is not allowed to happen - I just
got here. It's been good to have that realization, though. I know that I looked
up to people when I got here, and I don't want to do anything stupid that would
leave a bad example.
One of these dear Elders, who shall go nameless for his own
sake, has procured not one but two tickets for himself...while riding his bike.
Picture this - he comes up to an intersection and sees a crossing guard in
front of him. He is turning left, so he assumes that he is good to go, so after
the customary stop, he proceeds through the intersection. Once there, he is
stopped by a policeman who writes two tickets - one for going through the
intersection and the other because of the fact that it was a school zone...or
something like that. They come up to about $445. He has to go to court.
It's been a bit of a long week. I'm not the biggest fan of
change, in case you couldn't tell, and it's been really hard coming into an
area where the work is at a stand still. I've learned a lot about patience and
I've been working really hard on my faith to find people - it's hard to
remember that there are people prepared when you can't seem to find any of
them. I'm determined to change that, though. We will find people, and we will
make Windrose into the most happenin' area in the mission. The ward is fantastic,
and I've come to love them really quickly. I have hope, and I have faith. It's
going to be good.
Keep up the good work! I love you!
Sister Liljenquist
Elder Peterson and I are SUPER cool.
Sister McLean and I make excellent faces.
Elders on bikes.
Texas clouds + Thunderstorm = Awesome
Leann and her turtle
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