We Do What We Can (week 46)

It was one of the longest weeks of my whole mission... We had one appointment this whole week. The rest of the time was literally spent doing street contacting. I don't know if everyone was hibernating after Christmas or still traveling or wanted nothing to do outside in the bitter cold (completely understandable), but they were all giving us the cold shoulder, in both meanings of the word. There were people who slammed doors in our faces as we were standing on their porches dripping wet from the freezing rain and people who told us they would have slammed a door in our faces, if only they'd had one. I silently shed a tear this morning as we had to leave the warm apartment to ride our bikes in the rain to go grocery shopping. Bah. It's hard. This may be the only time in my life when I say these words (you may want to note the date and time), but I wish it was summer. :(

Fortunately, "B" is making progress! He's been reading in the Book of Mormon and even wants more books to read so he can better understand. The only problem is that I don't know how we can get our hands on a Persian copy of Gospel Principles or anything else for that matter...he's lucky the Elders had a Persian BM! We are also very happy to have our ward mission leader back from a three-month trip to Utah to visit family.

Here are two other amusing things that happened this week:

1. Around five in the morning a few days ago, I suppose my subconscious mind thought it heard the alarm go off for 6.30 and got my body out of bed and down on my knees to pray. I have no idea what I prayed for. I bet none of it was even comprehendible. But after I prayed I got up and looked at the time and crawled immediately back into bed. I imagine God looked at me as His little missionary and just shook His head and laughed a little.

2. I guess it's illegal to ride bikes that don't have proper lights on them...we found out when we got pulled over by the police riding our bikes home for the night. Literally. Pulled over. My companion's bike's light wasn't working, and as the policewoman came up to her and told her that that wasn't allowed, she pulled the "I'm an American, I Don't Speak German" card. Luckily the card got us away without a fee or imprisonment or whatever the penalty was, haha.

Anyways.

I'm going home seven months from yesterday. My birthday is next week. And transfer calls are this weekend. Time flies. AH!

Despite not having too much solid to do, we go forward because the Church is true (that rhymed). The Lord supports us when we do what we can. As much as I would love to just stay inside where it's warm and cozy and maybe take a nap or read a book, I know there's many people out there that are going through storms in their lives and are looking for the comfort the gospel brings. We can bring it to them. And that's why I keep on going.

Love you all!

Sister Seamons