A view of our week.
Great plans sometimes just don't turn out the way you hope. We had hoped to teach 6 lessons during the week and had it all scheduled but one by one they all dropped their day for one reason or another. I am learning being a missionary requires patience and prayer for those whose timing isn't the same as yours. We did manage to teach 2 lessons on self reliance and gave service so all was not lost.
We were able to borrow 2 twin mattresses from the mission so Lindsay will have a bed to sleep on this week when she comes for Thanksgiving. I can't wait.
Thursday we were able to help at a missionary training in walkersville. Such a beautiful farm area and then that night we fed the Elders. Bob left after dinner to teach a recent convert how to look up his genealogy. I stayed home because after dinner I slipped on the kitchen rug and took a nasty fall. Grateful I didn't break anything or make a hole in the floor. I was sure the tenants below us thought the worst. My pride was hurt more than anything and I felt very sore that night and next day.
Friday Bob helped fix a few things at the mission home and I shopped at the mall. I know I got a few good deals. No hurrying on my part.
We love our mission more everyday. The lord is so kind and loving to us. He helps and blesses us with thoughts to act upon and people to teach. I am more and more convinced that the gospel changes lives. Mine being one. It brings hope to those in dark places, fills everyone with light and truth who are willing to listen. Happiness comes with the love of the Savior. I love the Book of Mormon and Preach My Gospel.
Dinner with our new Elder Tharp-- in the sweater. Notice my bowls. A Goodwill find. I got them for $1.50 a bowl with lids. That night I made taco soup with rice and all the trimmings.
Below is the after math of my fall as I hit the cupboard door. And to top it off the next morning I asked Bob to hang up the TP on the side. He thought it was real funny so I took a picture. Remember ladies words mean everything.