To start off this post, I'll let ya'll know the news about transfers that
are this week. We all thought that Sister Thorup would transfer and
Sister Haslam and I would stay. We were so wrong. They are taking ALL
THREE of us out. They are white washing our area for sisters. Crazy! So
I've been scrambling trying to figure out how to move for transfers.
This will be my first one where I'm actually moving so I'm trying to
understand how it all works. I'm sad to be leaving but excited to go.
I'm just getting names and faces of the ward members and starting to
connect with them. We actually went to a dinner party last night with
several members from the ward. Sister Haslam's cousin is in our ward and
she invited us over for a pot luck that they were having. The topic of
me loving dance came up and how I love to do it all. And guess what??
One of the ladies used to clog and she was hanging onto her clogging
shoes. She brought out her clogging shoes to show me. We tried to get
her to do a little number for us, but she wouldn't. I tried on her shoes
just to see how they fit and everyone wanted to see some moves, so how
could I say no? That's right, I clogged at a members house. They flipped
their coffee table upside down so I could dance on that. It was super
fun. I'm sad to be leaving such a great ward. Hopefully
I'll be able to connect quickly with my next area. I feel like I'm
finally getting the swing of missionary life and all the things that go
with it. I'm nervous to leave Wayne and Tiffany and Adriese and all of
our other investigators, but I just keep reminding myself that the Lord
is mindful of His children and He will take care of them through the
next missionaries.
I love what my Dad wrote me today and I
thought I would share it with you. "One of my favorite perspectives came
from tracting. As we would keep a record of those people whose doors we
knocked on, if they were not interested we would put "NR" for "not
ready." I loved the optimism. Its not that they didn't need to hear our
message or that they didn't want to hear our message. They simply were
"not ready" to hear the message. Some day they will be ready to hear and
accept the Gospel. That day just wasn't their day. Go find someone
whose day it is." My Dad is awesome. I have heard somewhere that it
takes about 17 positive encounters with the
Church before someone is ready to hear the discussions. So I try to not
be discouraged when someone turns me down. I just hope I left them with a
positive experience that they will remember later on in life and will
finally want to know more.
I'm so happy for the opportunity I
had to serve in Vestavia Hills and so grateful for all the things I was
able to learn. I'm excited and ready for whatever comes next!
