Week 41 December 15, 2014 5:00 pm EST Lessons Learned
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a missionary named Elder Wolf. He served in the D.C. South mission and spent many hours in the Bishop residence during his time in the Ashburn ward. That missionary had a sister, who married a man, and moved to Washington, and built a house in the Belfair ward, and had the sister missionaries over for dinner, and came to realize that the missionary in front of her randomly knew her brother.
Lesson learned: the world is already small, but it becomes much smaller in the church.
Sometimes you get your sd card from your camera taken at the library. Sometimes you no longer have pictures from your mission.
Sometimes this makes you very sad.
Sometimes you just get over it and get another sd card and start over.
Lesson learned: have an extra sd card.
Additional lesson learned: write in your dang journal so pictures aren't the only record of what you've been up to and what matters to you.
Street contacting can often lead to new investigators...or the patrons of the park will scatter at the arrival of the missionaries...regardless, there are plenty of opportunities out there to teach and plenty of kodak moments. (You gotta make up for all those lost photos somehow, right?)
Lesson learned: go ahead and ride the orca.
Our most solid investigator, Elizabeth, had to go out of the state to take care of her sick mom. Which is unfortunate, but she her commitment is to the gospel, not the Belfair missionaries, so she found the church down in California and attended there this past Sunday. She loves it all. (but misses her ward family here already)
Lesson learned: People will exceed your expectations if you let them.
Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. It's in a song, so it's true. (don't quote me.)
Christmas time means you get to go to ward Christmas parties, people are a bit more apt to want to talk about Jesus Christ and it's easier to find houses when you're knocking in the middle of nowhere because some of them have lots of Christmas lights - like a beacon to potential investigators.
Christmas time also means that if you have a really sweet mom, she'll send you a miniature tree to decorate.
And in case you were wondering, I have one such mother.
Lesson learned: it's not the size of your tree that matters, it's who you think of when you see it.
shameless product placement, folks. #HeIsTheGift)
'Tis the season to be jolly.