Hello! My wonderful family... via
mum :)
I have now been in Coventry for a
week and a half and I still loving it loads. This week I saw some
miracles.
We set a goal to find 4 potential a
day. Lofty goal. But I wanted to achieve it. I prayed hard the
first day (which was Monday so we only had 3 hours after pday...) that we would
find potential. It was slightly strange. We would stop someone and
offer a card, and all of a sudden we were talking about them and the gospel and
they gave us their contact details. We found 3 in just under 2 hours....
and we have a solid return appt for this week with one of them. I feel
like one is elect. We just barely met her. When we first saw her, I though we'd
just walk past... she was waiting for the bus and I didn't want to make her
uncomfortable.... that idea didn't seem to bother sis. J. and then we were
talking. And still talking. She had time before her bus came. She is
considering getting back into religion lately because her father passed away
just after Christmas. She didn't even hesitate to give us her address and
phone number.
Tuesday we likewise saw
success. We found 4 potentials. Again one of them feels very
promising... though she knows little English. (she's from congo and speaks
french... did I tell you how many Africans we have in Coventry... soooo
many. Such nice people.
We lost our fire after Tuesday. Plus
we were busy with lessons and such. But the 8 people we did contact felt
like a huge blessing. 8 people in less than 48 hours.... I didn't find
that many people in all three of my last transfers combined. Wow. God grants
miracles and blessings, but we really do have to ask for them... and then work
for them. i want to increase in faith enough to ask for miracles every
day. To realize that i can do impossible things. :)
We met some crazy people this week
too. And we had some days that felt like complete failures. It’s
crazy how many emotions we can go through in the course of a week... in the
course of a day. An hour. Mission life. It makes it go so fast though,
too. I don't know what I want anymore. Fast or slow? I want to see my family
again. I want to be able to have a laying (sleep in) every once in a while, to
read a good book.... but I want to stay here and serve and learn, and teach,
and testify... I learn so much. It doesn't feel like I learn anything day
by day, but as the weeks pass i see so much change. I feel like the same
person, but a different person entirely.
You know. It feels strange to hear
my first name now. So bizarre. When people ask, or I say it for some
other reason, it feels almost foreign. I know. laugh. Sis. J and G were
teasing me yesterday.... "Sister Boots! Look at my boots!"
bahah! I can't tease them very much with their last names. They have nice last
name. lol. ... I guess I don't mind Boots
Met a crazy guy on the bus
yesterday. He ticked an elderly lady off and she started insulting him or
some such and he started swearing at her and muttering. I’m quite certain
he was drunk... the smell was bothering sis J... then he noticed my name badge
(after I had to switch seats with Sis. J cuz she felt awekward. Some Asian guy was staring at her. Then
I hear him muttering about us and religion to his partner. So when he
asked what 'Sister Boots is all about?' I was a bit nervous. Not a nice
person ya know. I just explained that we try to help people however we
can... he got off the bus at the next stop luckily... riding the bus
brings a whole different dynamic to missionary work ya know?
kk. well i'll end it here. i LOVE
YOU ALL TONS AND TONS!!!!!!
LOVE, ME!
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