~We taught a bomb FHE lesson on Monday
about missionary work. We had members pretend to share the gospel with
celebrities in random scenarios. The ward got super into it and it was
really fun. At one point a missionary companionship was telling Taylor
Swift how to get over her breakup by coming to Christ in Spanish! It was
quite the night.
~We had the coolest guy come to
tables named E--. His parents are super strict and he feels like he has
to hide his religion addiction. He just loves Christ so much and wants
to desperately find the right church but his parents would much rather
prefer it if he were an alcoholic or did drugs. He gave us the best pep
talk for being at tables. He literally ministered to me. I needed that.
~We
had exchanges this week and Sister Andrus got to experience college
life. It was overwhelming. But we slayed it and talked to so many
people. For her, getting someone to smile is a success and I want to
have that attitude. We may have accidentally left a member at UCF with
our tabling stuff on accident... and we had to go back.. oops..
~ We had zone conference on Thursday
which was much needed! It was very focused on member work and a lot
that was said are things we're already trying to establish in our ward.
Plus our new bishop is phenomenal and super on board with missionary
stuff.
~Friday we took a road trip to Deland for Sister Russell's doctor appointment. It felt like Palm Bay. *tears*
~We heart attacked one of our member Homies. He does a ton for us so we wanted to make him feel appreciated.
~Oh
yeah our AC got clogged and started leaking all over the place. So we
had to go in with tablespoons to try and get the water out. There was
soooo much water! Literally cups full.

I
got a unique chance to minister to my companion last night. Sister
Russell really struggles with her hip and occasionally it flares up
really bad. I wasn't sure what to do but I tried everything I could. We
were up later than usual and all that I could really do to assist in
anyway was just be there for her and rub her back. Over the course of my
mission there have been TONS of people who have been willing to
minister to me. People have saved my life and I always feel guilty
because they are so good and generous and I'll never be that person.
I've been asking the Lord how I can give back or what I even have to
offer. But last night as I rubbed her back I just thought "in a small
way this is my moment to give back" I could've gone to bed, I could've
felt like maybe she wasn't appreciating it. But that's not the point of
service. Service isn't for a thank you. And that's something I've always
struggled with. But last night I just sat there content to be of
service in whatever way I could. In Gospel Principles our lesson was on
service and I kept reflecting on how no matter what I do, my acts of
kindness will never repay Christ for what he's done for me. But it can
show my appreciation.
"And behold, I tell you
these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye
are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of
your God"
Go out and serve someone today. What are you waiting for?


