Mummy and Daddy,
This week....in a word.....kaleidoscopic. We had so many good, funny and frustrating things happen to us this week. Someone opened the flood gates and all the angry people of this land stampeded past us each day. What in the world?! I'm sad to report... it got to the point when we got snippy with some oldies and argued with the illogical who insisted on staying in what I call "the poop level"......not our proudest moments....but to make us feel better, we ate some Greggs meat pies and played "The Poop Game" where we sat on a bench, snacking away, and watched people dance around a turd in the road. I cannot describe in words the nail biting anticipation and drama that followed each step towards the poop.
"..................oooooh.....oooh.....*hold breath*........did it happen?"
"I'm not sure."
"............ooooooh....oooooooooh.......*hold breath*........ :D"
"It happened!" *celebration follows*
There was one time that was soooo close! I let out some sort of wail, forgetting that the people could actually hear me. The personal highlight for the day, when a cute old lady drove her jazzy right through it. My life is complete!!!!
"That's number eight......we have ten minutes left. Do you think we can get ten?"
.....*eight minutes later*.....
"Eight seems like a pretty good number."
"Where is your faith?!?!?!? There is still time! There is still hope!"
*#9......#10* ......*Celebration follows!*
In other news, we had another lesson with Mark and Emma, and they told us they wanted to take a break to read from the Book of Mormon themselves and pray on their own to know if it's true. We're seeing them again soon, and they're sure if this is really the Church of Jesus Christ, they'll feel something by our next lesson. Needless to say, we've been praying for them to recognize their answer in every single prayer. The answer will come. I just pray they recognize it....they will.
We had a little miracle last night. We walked home from another wonderful lesson with Michael. We were tired, hungry, and ready to run indoors. When we passed this man on the street.
"Oh...you're almost home. It's getting late. Don't worry about it."
"No....you know what....I'll just say something really quick."
"Hello. You alright?....We're missionaries and we're sharing this book with people tonight."
"Oh yes...I'd be interested in that. I met two lads a few years back, and I was very interested in what they taught me. Do you have some time to meet with me? How about tomorrow. I'm not sure what I believe in and I need some direction."
"Uh....yeah!" BAM! MIRACLE! I tell you....moments like that sparkle so brightly they melt away any ugliness and poop level we had to wade through earlier in the week. Wow.......AH! Isn't it so amazing what I get to do! Uggh! I can't even handle it sometimes!!!! I love being a missionary. We've had a couple missionary farewells in our little branch. Feeling the power of their testimonies, made me remember my feelings and experiences throughout my whole mission..... this little mission means the world to me..........I am so grateful for it............ I can't talk about that anymore...I'm in public....so instead I will kick this chair over and laugh.
Sisters Specialized Training is tomorrow. We get to drive forever and a year from our little no man's land back down to Leeds to be with all our lady friends!!!! Sometimes, there are just too many Elders in this land. We need some girl time. All the Elders make fun of our "special training," but they're just jealous they're not invited to our festive tea party ;D. Hahaha
I love my life!
Thank you so much for letting me be here!
I love you so much! Have the best day of your lives!
Love always and forever,
Your Sister Stephanie White