Sorry for the surprise Tuesday email! We go to the West Fargo library to email and it's not open on holidays, so we switched our emailing hours to today. Had a great p-day yesterday, though! We found a creepy yard full of animal sculptures, went to an international food store, and got huge shakes with all the sisters. Pictures will have to come next week because none of them are on my camera.
Things are pretty slow here. Sister Harris and I are tracting out the whole town, it seems. It's hard living with another set of sisters because they're so much farther along in the work right now and we're starting from ground zero. And with so many other missionaries, it's hard to feel like we're doing anything but getting eaten by mosquitos. But we're just trying to have faith that we're here for a reason!
I was reading Helaman 10 this morning and thinking about how Nephi had the faith to go and preach to people that didn't want to listen to him because he knew the gospel was true and essential, but I think the inverse is also valid. As we try to share the gospel, we become more deeply convinced of its truthfulness and validity. It's hard to see it right now, but I think someday I'll be able to say that's true for me.
I'm totally out of time, so here's by far the best tracting story of the week:
We knocked on this door and an African guy answered and insisted that we come in and sit down. He got us some water bottles and was really happy to see us, but he was kind of weird. Like, he'd start talking about something and then he'd switch to something else like ten seconds later and he was up walking around in the kitchen or going downstairs to pray for us. He told us that his name was Phillip Adam and he really needs to get married because he's almost 30, and he's been through a lot of hard stuff since coming over from Sudan. It was just really strange. But then his dad, Ken, came home, and he was much more normal. We talked about God and missionary work and Ken tried to recruit us to go be missionaries in Sudan, an opportunity that we graciously declined. But then as we were leaving Ken gave us both hugs, and then he was writing some information down for Sister Harris, so she took her eyes off me for like ten seconds even though I was three inches away from her, and in that time Phillip came over and thanked us for coming and then he gave me a weird side hug and kissed my cheek. It was super awkward and I had no idea what to do with myself. Sometimes I forget that nonmembers don't see the spiritual forcefield against physical contact that surrounds sister missionaries. So yeah, I got kissed in the field by an African refugee right under the nose of my companion. Livin' the mission dream, right here!
Hope things are well with you all! Thanks for the love and the support!
