This week we had to go pick up a package for Sister Swapp at the post office. Oh. My. Goodness. The post office is like an hour and a half walk from our flat, which in the real world wouldn’t be a problem to walk for three hours. But I was wearing flats, not my boots, and it poured, and then the sun shone, and then it poured, and then the sun shone, and then it got windy, and we were SO tired. It literally took us all afternoon just to get her package, so we were just talking to people and GQing on the way. My goodness.
By the time we taught our last lesson and were walking home, my feet were freezing, because they were still wet. We met the zone leaders outside our flat who were dropping off a bag of canned goods from some members. They were standing there waiting for us, and ya know, just eating the bush outside our house. Literally, I’m not joking. They would pluck the flowers off and suck the nectar out. “It tastes like honey!” I was kind of hoping they would get sick the next day. (Side note: Apparently Marie has never heard of honeysuckle! Oops! Parenting fail) The lesson right before that was with one of our Chinese investigators, and she was teaching us some words in Chinese. Elder Miner is a Chinese-speaking missionary, and — being the sweet sister missionaries we are — we decided to learn some insults in Chinese just for him, since he thinks he knows the language so well. He was very surprised when I said, “Hello, how are you, dumb-dumb?” In Chinese. His face was priceless.
Swansea is very divers. There are a lot of Chinese people here studying to pass their language course. If they pass the English language exam they can stay in the UK, or they have to go back to China. April is a young woman from China, and she’s failed her exam once, and has until October to pass it, or she will go back. We are really trying to help her, and teach her the gospel before then, in case she has to go. When Elder Oaks was here when I was in the MTC, he said he didn’t foresee a time when there would be missionaries in China, but that the church was growing more rapidly there than any other place, because of the young people who went to other parts of the world, learned the gospel there, and then went back home, because they took it to their families. It’s a good feeling to know we are helping, not only in spreading the gospel in Britain, but in countries we probably will never see. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and “works by means to bring about His eternal purposes.”
Wednesday we talked to more drunk people than you would care to think of. First of all, it was only Wednesday! People normally wait until the weekends to get drunk around here, but not this week. We met this guy last week who told us he owns a hotel, and there is a women’s club there every Wednesday afternoon, so told us we should come and talk to all the old ladies about Jesus Christ. So we showed up, not entirely sure what was supposed to happen. Well, it turned out, it was more of an inn/pub, but they invited us in any ways, so we sat down and started taking to the old people who were playing bingo. They offered us cake. I’m pretty sure my fruitcake had tea in it, and Sister Swapp is pretty sure there was coffee in hers. Whoops. But we talked to a couple old guys and an old lady about the gospel, and got some new people to work with.
Part way through, this guy walks over from the bar and sits down next to us and starts taking to us about how he’s met missionaries before. Come to find out the Elders GQd him that very morning. He was drunk though.
Well, we got out of that place pretty satisfied with ourselves for using all our means to do the work, and if we had to use drunk people to do it, so be it! Down with the British! We then walked through City Centre GQing again, and this other drunk guy came up to us and talked to us about how much he needed us to teach his girlfriend about Jesus so that she would get married to him in a church. He kept trying to hold our hands over and over again, and a member walked by and it prolly didn’t look too great. But we still got some potential out of the guy, so that was good. I’m still kind of trying to figure out what Heavenly Father was trying to teach us. Maybe to not leave any stone unturned? To take advantage of all means? That He even loves the drunk people? I don’t know!
Thursday we had a zone meeting and I learned that we are the smallest zone in the mission, and cover the largest area. It was a really good zone meeting though, and we learned about and practiced teaching baptism, which was something I really needed. Also, there is a senior proselyting couple in our zone, which I thought was cool. Their name is the Brunts and they are from Idaho Falls! So obviously we talked about Idaho and farming the whole time.
Oo-oo! Okay. So on Friday we were doing district finding again. Every Friday we have district finding, so we all meet in the same place, usually city centre, and then go out GQing for an hour and a half, and whoever “wins” or gets the most potentials, gets to pick the place we go eat lunch afterwards. We also have volleyball each Friday night, where we invite a bunch of our less actives and the YSA and youth to play volleyball and get them involved.
Anyway, so we were GQing in city centre, just walking around, and I happened to be wearing a VERY flowy skirt, and it also happened to be very windy that day. Well, as you might imagine with my luck, a big gust came right when I walked around a building and….well, you’re not stupid. I screeched and scrambled to get my skirt down below my face, and quite naturally, giggling embarrassedly at the same time. Sister Swapp was too surprised to help me, so I had to manage by myself and then hold it down by my legs. When I got it down low enough that I could actually see again, we started walking and giggling because we were both embarrassed. I’m not sure who all saw it, but this young guy right in front of us sure did, but I didn’t know that until we were giggling as we passed him and he said, “Don’t worry. It’s fine.”
We DIED laughing after that because we were so embarrassed.
The next day, I wore a straight skirt so nothing embarrassing would happen again. But this time there was a pigeon in front of Sister Swapp and it wouldn’t move, so she started to go around it, and I was like, “Sister Swapp, you’re supposed to treat it like a football.” So I kicked my foot back to kick it (I wasn’t really going to, just scare it), so when I actually kicked it flew away, but my shoe flew off and went straight up in the air, and I screamed, and so did Sister Swapp, and I jumped forward and caught it as it came down, and put it back on my foot. And then realised everyone around was looking at me. So we had another embarrassed laughing attack.
Then the next day I accidentally GQd the zone leaders investigator who is getting baptized this month, because I’ve never seen him before.
Embarrassments, embarrassments. All in the cause of truth.
Ok so thankful for a family as wonderful as you. I know that God is blessing us all for keeping His commandments, and as we draw closer to Him, He will draw closer to us. The more we immerse ourselves in the Gospel, the happier we will be.