When you're on a mission, Heavenly Father provides birthday miracles, such as Walmart suddenly having in stock the no-bleed sharpies you've been looking for every single P-day since you got to your current area. Tender mercies :)
Then Crystal tried to drop us so we met up one last time, and I think she still plans on dropping us--and I feel like the Spirit would be okay with that, so whatever--but we managed to at least get her to let us come back again next week. We'll see how things turn out. Mostly I want to keep in contact with her because she's our only reliable connection to Sam, who is being a PUNK, but understandably overwhelmed by current themes in his life.
We were all told to learn how to use FamilySearch, so we went to the Bakers on my actual birthday and I started doing some family history work. And we accidentally killed off mom...don't worry, we adjusted the death date to "May 7, 2040" because it wouldn't let us take it off. You've still got plenty of time, mom.
We had brownies and ice cream for breakfast, which was the glorious celebration of turning 22. That was about it :)
Found out all the rebellious and/or commandment-breaking youth/YSA people in the branch really like me. Hmm. I'll attempt to use this to the advantage of the Work.
We've been doing lots of finding this week! Yay for tracting. We have met some good potentials, but really not that many. We took a trip down to Algoma, and met some nice people, but overall, I don't think we'll be going back down there. Neither of us felt very good about it. So next, we are taking a trip north! See if there's more real potential up there. Plus, there are lots of Swedish people, so Sister Karlsson can work her Swedish magic :)
Youth fundraisers are the bomb. We had a spaghetti dinner and desert auction and it was SO MUCH FUNNY. Ate too much cheesecake.
We did like half of a 1000 piece puzzle in like two hours at a sweet old lady's house for Mothers Day. And ate too much cheesecake.
How was the skyping for all you other missionaries/missionary's families?
Much love,
Sister Neal
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