So now I hit my year mark in the field. Weird.
Tuesday was transfers! But nothing happened in my companionship, so it didn't really affect us. :) This week was kind of boring, well not boring, because really, when is missionary life boring? I told someone today that boredom was a choice, which I think is true. This week was just normal.
We did normal stuff, taught Kevin, talked to people about the gospel, we taught English, did some service. Seriously, I think it was just like my other weeks. :) But it was still good.
Highlights would be...
We got to go and help a lady that lives in our zone boundaries move. She's not a member, and she really needed help. So our whole zone came together to go and help her. It was a super awesome experience, and she kept telling us how much it meant to her, and how much she needed us. It was just a cool manifestation of the fact that Heavenly Father is watching out for all of His children. We're going back tomorrow to help her again.
We stopped by one of the less-actives in our ward, who we haven't been by to see since before I came here. When we got there, she told us that she had just really needed us to stop by and talk with her. We didn't do anything special, we just went and listened to her. It was still a really cool experience.
We had an awesome dinner with some members this week. They both served their missions in Japan, (just like my dad and brother in law) and they made these vegetable pancakes called okonomiyaki. (I probably butchered the spelling) It was so fun! It totally reminded me of when I had them at home, and was kind of a tender mercy. Also, you never know when things from your childhood will come in handy. I have sung a Japanese folk song, that I learned when I was young, for different people at least ten times on my mission. I've known this song since I was a little kid, and it has actually helped us contact some people and help them be more willing to hear us, simply because I knew this song. So thanks Dad. :D
Yesterday, we had the opportunity to attend Hooman's baptism! If you don't remember who that is, he is an investigator, now recent convert, that the Elders found about four weeks ago. He is so amazing. It was so cool to see him enter the waters of baptism. Seeing Hooman's journey, and hearing his testimony, just helped me understand even more that the field truly is white, already to harvest. It will happen in the Lord's time, and when people are ready. Sometimes we're sowers, and sometimes we're harvesters. But all are important. Both of the Elders who found Hooman went home before he was baptized. Neither of them were able to make it. But were they any less important than the missionaries who were able to see him enter the waters of baptism? No. Not at all.
Heavenly Father has a plan for all of us I know it. :)
My thought today comes from Elder Holland.
"Heavenly Father is anxiously waiting to answer your prayers, and fulfill your dreams. But he can't if you don't pray, and he can't if you don't dream."
I hope you all have the most amazing week. Don't forget to look for miracles, because they are always, always there.
I love you all! If I can do anything, please, please let me know. Thank you for your love and support!
Love, Sister Wood
We couldn't find our mailbox, so we just tried every single one until one opened. Of course, it was the second to last. :D
Sometimes, missionaries let other missionaries dye their hair... :/ But it turned out okay. :P