9.05.2016

Food poisoning + post-op scene = barf

I don't even know where to begin with this week. Holy cow, so man

things happened both good and bad. Sadly, we dropped all but one

investigator so we are starting from scratch, but I'm pretty excited

to get some fresh people to teach. This past month has been brutal, I

thought I was done having major struggles after I had gotten used to

being a missionary about a year ago, but I'm pretty sure God thought

that was funny so he decided to throw stuff at me that I would've been

happy not dealing with. But, sometimes we can't choose what we need /

want to learn. I've learned that all I am expected to do is to try my

hardest. If I still fail, it doesn't matter because I gave it my all.

(I know, if I had said that in high school I'm sure my mom would've

fallen over dead from shock haha) But it's true, not everything is

meant to work out how we want it to, but that doesn't mean you won't

learn other lessons from that experience. I've also learned how rockin'

my parents are. The commandment to honor thy mother and father

shouldn't be taken lightly cause they always seem to know what's up.

I made it a goal this past week to really step up my game when it

comes to finding. I had gotten a little lax, and sometimes would let

people pass me by and just say hi to them. But, this week to really

tried to talk to EVERYONE! Friday we were out tracting to find the

referral given to us by a member and after not having much luck we

were walking back home for dinner.  I did a good job at talking to

everyone along the way until the last person that was about a block

from our house. I knew I should go talk to him, but for some reason I

didn't. Until, he said hi to us. Then I knew that I needed to talk to

him, and it turns out that he is a former investigator who attended

church for about six months last year! As we got to talking with him

he seemed a little interested, so we asked him if he would like to

take the lessons again and he said yes! I am really excited to start

teaching Brandon, and I am grateful that he said hi to us first, that

rarely happens!

No, the less active that we have been working with for about a

month finally came to church yesterday! That was really exciting, and

although she only stayed for sacrament meeting she really enjoyed it.

Fast and testimony meetings here are a little comical. This month's

funny testimony came from a man who told us to not throw away our

bulletins because they give you spiritual experiences during the week.

I guess it's probably just a had to be there moment...

Every week we go and read the Book of Mormon with a less active

family. This week we were over for less than five minutes when

S's parole officer decided to pay a visit. Let me just tell you

how awkward that was: soooo awkward! At one point they stepped outside

to give her a drug test, and when she came in she was upset because it

came back positive for meth. She kept saying "I don't even know what

meth looks like, it's some thing high school kids do and I have no

idea what it is!" Her mom kept trying to tell the parole officer that

she just switched medications, and something must've triggered the test,

but he wasn't really having it. All in all, it was weird and sad all

at the same time because if she gets tested positive again then she

will be put in jail.

Saturday we spent the day in Dubois. We had Taco Bell for lunch, and

afterwards it didn't set too well in my stomach. I just felt really

car sick, and so I figured that is what it was. Well, about two hours

after lunch we went to pay Brother B a visit. About a month ago

he was hit head on by an SUV while he was on his motorcycle. On one

leg all this ligaments got torn, and on the other it was basically a

mess of bones. He is immobile and going crazy from sitting around all

day, so a visit was in our eyes a nice break for him. Well, when we

went into his room to see him he had his leg up, and two metal rods

sticking out of the bottom of his foot to hold some bones in place. I

got a good look at that, and knew I was going to be in big trouble

within a matter of minutes because me and anything medical don't mix.

Well, sure enough, within two minutes I was super hot, sweat was

dripping from my face, my knees were giving out so my balance was

terrible, my vision was starting to cloud over and get bright and

fuzzy, and my ears were ringing so loud that I could barely hear

anything. I then asked if I could use the bathroom which was right

next to where we were. I went in, sat on the toilet and prayed that I

could get through this visit. After a minute I was feeling better, but

the minute I stepped out of the bathroom it was back to how it was

before I went in. I tried to play it off like nothing was wrong, when

all the sudden I could feel myself about to vomit. And vomit I did. I

was thankfully able to put my hand over my mouth to hold it all in

while I sprinted to the bathroom. I made it to the sink just in time

for vomit reflex #2 to hit. I felt like such an idiot, but all I could

do was laugh. So I guess now I will be known to the sister who threw

up at their house. At least I was able to make their family laugh a

little!

Sister Morrison

Nice view of the "mountains" from someone's house.

The hammock looked pretty great as well :)

Stole this from another missionary, but here's a

sunset picture of the Susquehanna River.