Guys.
It's 100* today. I think it's actually a million, but the
thermometer disagrees. Either way, it's hot, and it's not very comforting when
all of the Texans say, "Wait'll August." Sister Johnson says there
are four seasons in Texas - Almost summer, Summer, Still Summer, and
Christmas.
How long until Christmas again?
Anyway, I digress.
This week has been a bit rough, but only because of the
severe lack of appointments. Jace & Layla's crew is still out of town, and
KJ and his family cancelled all three appointments we set up with them. The
only time we got to talk to any of them was when we stopped by to see KJ, and
it was raining, so he sat and told us all of his woes for about an hour. It's
been really hard to figure out how to help him, because he's not all that great
of a listener - we'll say something, and then he'll continue with his thought
like we didn't even say anything. We told him quite bluntly that he wouldn't be
able to progress at all if he didn't read the Book of Mormon, so hopefully that
will help.
We were able to meet with Lea twice this week. She is just
adorable, and we love visiting with her. AS we've talked to her, she seems to
have a lot of questions about the Plan of Salvation that no one has been able
to answer for her that we can explain. The issue is, however, that the church
she goes to now is almost literally her family. Her husband has passed away,
which her church helped her out with a lot, and there seems to be some sort of
strained relationship with her kids, so they're really the only people she
associates with. Even if she comes to know that the church is true, there's the
fact that joining the church would take her from her most important social
circle. We'll pray for her.
Due to said lack of investigators, we've been doing a lot of
contacting, which is where my two greatest adventures happened.
First, we were biking, and we were biking, and all of the
sudden (*wink*) we stopped to contact someone. Aaaand I'm a klutz, so my bike
fell over, and it knocked Sister Priddis' over, and I felt pathetic. Later,
when we started riding again, I discovered that my bike chain had gotten itself
wedged in a super difficult place. I got it out...and got a significant amount
of grease and cuts on my hands. So, we stopped by a member's house to clean up.
Guess who showed up while we were there? Their less active daughter who lives
in Sister Priddis' old ward. Boo yah.
We also went contacting and walked up to the house of a guy
we had talked to a few days before. As we walked up to the door, we heard,
"Hey, girls." We were super confused, until we looked up - he was
sitting on the roof. It was kind of hilarious.
In other news, we moved out this morning. The Ellsworths are
adopting three boys, and said boys need our rooms, so we have to leave. It was
not very much fun at all, seeing as I made myself an Ellsworth and love them a
whole lot. All good things must come to an end, I suppose, and we get to move in
with Sister Andreason and Sister Nielsen. Can somebody say, Par-tay?
Mhmm.
With the new digs, we have a new address, so feel free to
send multitudes of letters - I mean it.
16222 Stuebner Airline Rd.
#700
Spring, TX 77379
Have fun, people. Love you and stuff.
Love,
Sister Liljenquist
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