I hope everyone had a good week. Our week has been good. It was sunny and HOT Monday through Friday, and we both ended up a couple shades darker by the end of the week. Hurray! No more one-tone, pale, pasty British skin!!!! You’d never guess that I was excited when the back of my neck burnt on Tuesday afternoon. I knew it would turn into a tan, so I was happy with it. We sweat a lot, but I enjoy it, haha. That’s the farm girl in me coming out; it actually feels like work when sweat comes out.
Also on a side note, the sun is making my freckles emerge. Thanks Dad. Sister Price is always pointing out new ones that weren’t there the day before. I know it’s nothing to the speckle-freckled child Dad was, but they really are coming out! And they seem to be coming out as large splotchy ones in random places too. I shoulda taken a picture of my arms because thats where they’re coming out the most. Tan, yes. Freckles, no thank you, I’m fine.
Last week on P-day we met a guy on the bus named a Danny who’s heard of Mormons and watched a bunch of YouTube stuff on the gold plates and Joseph Smith and stuff. He already knew about the first vision! Granted, he probably didn’t understand the significance of it, but he knew about it and he took a Book of Mormon. On Wednesday there was a YSA BBQ and Institute in Harborne so we took him to that and it worked out great! I forgot how great YSA are at fellowshipping! I also forgot how much I LOVE and miss being in a Ward with YSA.
PLUS WE GOT BBQ. Well, I did anyway. Poor Sister Price was allergic to everything there except the salad, and I felt particularly bad because they even had the classic rich chocolate cakes from Costco. But I made sure to enjoy a piece for her, as well as myself. Aren’t I a great companion?! Whenever she’s allergic to something, I eat it and then describe it to her in great detail, just so I can try to help her experience it for herself as much as possible. Don’t worry, she still loves me, even though I’m so horrible.
Y’all probably heard about the Manchester attack, and because of it the mission has been taking extra precautions. No worries though! We are all good! 😊 It was like they attacked London, skipped over Birmingham, and hit Manchester. But the likelihood of them not trying to do something to Birmingham is pretty much non existent, so we’re restricted in the places we can go now. But in a way it’s good because it forces us to branch off into new, outer areas where no one has been before. Haha!
I hurt my foot a week ago, and it’s still hurting a lot. At first I thought it was just the muscle, because it feels like there’s a constant Charlie-horse in it all the time. I put this muscles relaxer cream on it, but it doesn’t seem to do anything and it’s gotten worse as times gone on. The pain is spreading and feels deeper than the muscle, so I think it might be a tendon or something, or possibly a hairline fracture in a small bone. Last night I kept waking up because it was irritating a lot, and it’s always really hot.
Sister Price is getting excited to go back to America! Two more weeks! I’m trying my best to pump her up for going home, because so many missionaries just end up getting depressed and I think it’s terrible. I’m just trying to make her last few weeks really enjoyable and memorable.
Honestly, the fact that we survived this week is just great!
- Ran into a wall on her bike
- Hit her hand REALLY hard on an investigators table and knocked it all up. = a lot of pain.
- Slipped on water in the bathroom and made best friends with the floor. = a lot more pain.
- Had the lid of the blender blow off while I was making a smoothie. = smoothie all over me and the kitchen
- Hurt my foot biking
- Had a random laughing attack in sacrament meeting (Wadsworth style)
- Had the power go out multiple times in the flat
- Studied for my license together
- And managed to evade any terrorists lurking around Birmingham
What a week! We’re just waiting to see what happens in this next one. I think it’s just going to get crazier from here during Sister Price’s last few weeks. I’m so lucky to have her as my companion!
I can’t remember if I told you about an elderly lady named Phyllis. In WWII she was like 15, and her sister was courting a soldier. One day her sister sent a picture of Phyllis and herself to her boyfriend and her boyfriend showed it to one of his buddies, Jim. When Jim saw Phyllis he thought she was really pretty, so he asked if he could go with his friend to visit his girlfriend on leave. So they went and Jim and Phyllis started to like each other, but then the soldiers had to go overseas, so they wrote to each other.
Well, when the war ended, Jim came back to England to find Phyllis, but Phyllis didn’t know it. She lived with her mother and her older sister, and each morning she would get up before it was light and go downstairs, start the stove, and then open the heavy curtains in the parlour so that the light could come in when the sun came up.
But Phyllis was kind of short, so she would always jump onto the couch in front of the window to open the curtains. Well, one day, she went downstairs and it was completely dark in the parlour, so she jumped up on the couch to open the curtains, but then she realised she was standing on a man because he started moving under her feet! She screamed and jumped off and ran for the fireplace to get a poker to hit him with, because she thought he was a burglar. But he grabbed her before she got there, so she started fighting and flailing to get away from him, but then he said, “Phyllis, it’s me! It’s Jim!”
She stopped and said, “Jim! What are you doing here?”
He said, “The war’s over, didn’t you hear?”
“Yes. But how did you get in here?” She asked.
“The door was locked, so I crawled through the coal hole. I was going to come wake you up, but I was so tired I fell asleep on the sofa.”
They got married three weeks later, and then when they had two children they joined the church. Isn’t that cute?!
Our investigator named Clavery is on a date, but we had to push it back to the end of July because he’s having a heart operation in a couple of weeks. It’s difficult to teach him a lot of the time because of the language barrier between English and French, but this week we had a tender mercy from Heavenly Father! Elder Hallermeyer (aka “Frenchie” to the district) came on exchange in Stourbridge and we were able to get him out to Clavery. It was really cool to sit there while they spoke to one another in French. We all read the Book of Mormon together and went around with a verse each, and Frenchie and Clavery read theirs in French. Afterwards he was able to give Clavery a blessing in his own language to prepare for his operation. It was a really sweet and spiritual experience! (Spiritual because we could feel the Spirit from out in the hallway while the blessing was being given inside, and sweet because we sat on the stairs and ate chocolate while we waited for it to be done. Hehe….) It’s so amazing how the Spirit can communicate between people of different cultures and languages. The Gospel is the same for everyone, no matter who or where they are.
That’s why I love the Gospel so much, it’s for EVERYONE. The Atonement of Jesus Christ is for everyone, I got to testify of that this week a LOT and each time I did, my testimony of it grew stronger. No matter where one has gone, or what they’ve done, or how many times they’ve done it, the Atonement of Christ still covers them, and God’s arms still reach them, and the Gospel still helps them, if they’ll live it.
Thank you for your prayers! I love you all so much!