Sounds like everything is better now that I'm gone. When you go shopping for more missionary stuff, tell Chuck to get an extra pair of shoes. I have wanted another pair since we started doing service and getting dirty...I have to wear the same shoes when we go play basketball or volleyball and I don't like it.
We haven't had any success since I've been here. Everyone is rejecting the gospel. It's sad to see. But if I look at it as a seed being planted, then I feel better. I can't do anything more than invite them to read the book of mormon and pray about it because that's what this church is based on. If you believe in the book of mormon, then everything else falls into place. Everytime we go tracting, I am the one who has to talk. Elder Mercy doesn't know how to talk. So everyone is saying "NO" to me. Sure, he's my companion but everyone looks at me when they talk...naturally.
People have suggested that I voice interpret for Elder Mercy when we go tracting so that he has a chance to say something. But could you imagine opening the door and seeing someone signing to you when you have no idea what they're saying, and then trying to listen to another person interpreting for them?? It just doesn't seem like it would go well at all. And of course my understanding and receptive skills are not good enough to voice for him. I can voice for many other people, but he just signs strangely for some reason...
Last night I killed a giant spider in the laundry room. I was going to put my clothes into the dryer and noticed its long, wirey, legs slowly creeping up the wall. I took a broom and smacked it down and it darted across the tiled floor like a mouse. I watched it carefully as it went outside and hid in the rocks. I took the end of the broomstick and stabbed and poked until I saw his body shrivel and quake and his legs curl into a ball. It was dark at the time, but this morning, as I went to check on it, I found him still there, with a dried puddle of guts underneath his massive body. SUCCESS!!! I hate spiders. That was a big one. It's dead now! :) That's the only good story I have for this week...sorry.
I'm breaking the rules by sharing negative experiences with my family but guess what? If I didn't, I wouldn't be sharing anything. And if I had a son on a mission, and he never wrote home, that would be sad. So I'm writing anyway even though this week sucked.
k bye
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