Well, almost the heart….kinda to the side a little bit, maybe more like one of the valves. But close enough! Birmingham, I missed you!
I’ll be honest though, saying goodbye to Swansea and all the wonderful people I was with there almost tore my heart out. I think it managed to rip out a huge chunk and keep it there in its clutches, and if my suspicions are correct it’ll probably stay there forever too.
What a spectacular place in the Lord’s vineyard! I’ll miss it until I visit it again! I’ve managed to keep my tears to a minimum during the past week, however I can’t deny I’ve cried a couple times.
Good things to come in Stourbridge though! I can just feel the Spirit of the Lord hovering over this area waiting to drench everyone in it. Time to humble myself even further to break the clouds so God can release it. Stourbridge is a hard area. The ward is having trouble being as big as a branch, and we’ve been sent here to save it before the unit gets closed down. So lots of member work will be going on, as well as finding new converts to join the ranks. It’s gonna be a transfer or two of a lot of hard digging work, but we will make it work! Heavenly Father is with us all the time! I have felt the Spirit here so strongly in the past week I have been here, so I know we aren’t alone, and I know that God has some work in store for us to perform here, if we are only obedient and humble enough.
My companion is Sister Price from Salt Lake City, and she is wonderful!!! We get along very well! Haha, we’re both two of the most frazzled Sister Missionaries in the world, accident prone, and clumsy, so we’ve had some good experiences already.
Sister Price is allergic to a couple major things, those being pork, beef, dairy, and gluten. Hehe. So none of that for me for the next six weeks at least! Haha, it’s been fun to tell the members what she can’t eat and watching their faces. We went to the house of one investigator who sat us down and dished us up a bowl of noodles and broth each. So very quickly I ate mine while Sister Price sipped her broth, then we switched bowls when her back was turned and I ate all her noodles.
“Oh good! You finished it! Now for the next dish.”
We watched in amazement as she dished up two large plates of noodles with some chicken and red sauce. I wish we’d had the heart to tell her about the allergies, by we didn’t. So we ended up sneakily switching plate again halfway through, and I ate FOUR SERVINGS of pasta BY MYSELF! Oh boy. Then she put a bunch of toast on the table in front of us, so I grabbed it all and shoved it in my bag when she wasn’t looking. What a horrible night. I couldn’t sleep because I was so full of food!
The next time we went we HAD to tell her because here was NO WAY I could eat all my food and Sister Price’s again. This was after she halfway tried to get us to teach her grandson the gospel, halfway set us up with him, while we politely tried to weasel out of it. So after she heard her allergies she gets this witty little smirk on her face and says, “Are you also allergic to young boys…?” Then slowly struts out of the room while Sister Price and I DIED laughing in the kitchen.
She spent the rest of the evening showing me pictures of some elder she thought was really handsome, and advertising him to me by telling me he could also ride horses and work cows, and putting a bonus on it by adding that his mother passed away some time ago, so I wouldn’t have to worry about a mother-in-law. WHAT?! Oh goodness, this woman is a character.
Stourbridge. What a place. We’re here to resurrect it and make it bloom! Being in Birmingham is great! Pink washing the area is pretty interesting as well. Haha, getting lost is part of missionary work sometimes!
We had a zone conference on Friday. Talk about a spiritual high! I don’t know if I’ve ever had a better one yet. It was also stake Conference on Sunday, and we had Elder Herbertson of the Seventy. His Scottish accent made me pay very close attention…
We shall see what miracles this next week brings in Stourbridge!
Sister Wadz ❤️