Bianca in Berlin: Daniel [or Bianca] and the Burning Bush (week 14)

This week was the longest week of my whole (mission) life.

It started off last Monday. Since we had switched p-day time to go to the flea market, we had a lot of time at the end of the day to do some good missionary work. We brought Isabel with us to go by on two of our male investigators. On the way, we ran into Hoang sitting on a park bench, so we stopped to talk to him... for an hour an a half. Since he's not an investigator and we didn't talk about the gospel, we wasted an hour and a half by missionary standards. So I was feeling pretty guilty about that. As we were walking away, we hear someone calling to us, "Hey! Sisters! I've been looking for you! I just got here to Hildesheim a week ago, and I've walked around the whole city looking for the church building. I'm a member."

*tires screeching*

His name is Ricardo, he's from Bolivia, he served a mission in Peru, he speaks little English and littler German, but is so pumped about missionary work and helping us out as much as he can. Miracle of the week.

I'll have you all know that I SURVIVED ANOTHER EATING APPOINTMENT WITH "K L S".

Sooo, I bet you're all dying to know how the title of this week came about. Well I'll start from the beginning.

We had an appointment with our three new male investigators, "D", "G", and "O", to have a "grill party" of sorts (and to talk about the gospel, natürlich) on Saturday. We told them we'd make something "American" to bring with, so we slaved away Saturday morning making sugar cookie bars. We show up at the park for our appointment (after forgetting the cookies) and they aren't there. Half an hour later, we text "D", "Hey are we still meeting?" and he responds with, "ya." And that's it. Another half hour passes, still nothing. We call. We text. Nothing. After two hours, we go home right as it starts to rain. He finally calls us as we get home and says, "Come over in an hour." So after waiting for three hours, we go over and end up giving the second and third lesson at the same time. Before we left they gave us some real honey, honeycomb and all.

Now for the Burning Bush. On our way to our eating appointment with "K L S", we decided to take a shortcut on a little mountain bike trail. It was steeper than we thought aaanndd my brakes are more or less kaput. So I started speeding up pretty fast right behind my companion so I yelled, "I'm comin' in hot!" She turned to the right and I continued forward, through a bunch of bushes, but alive. And then my leg started burning. Like bad, and all over. Turns out I rode right through a bush of stinging nettle. I think the only way I survived the eating appointment was because I was focused too much on my burning leg and not so much on the food I was eating. My whole leg was swollen for a few days afterwards.

Welp, that's about it.

"E" is getting baptized on Sunday.

"E" IS GETTING BAPTIZED ON SUNDAY!

I'm on cloud nine. This week is gonna rock.

Sister Seamons