9.12.2016

Transfers, chicken, and service!

You know it's football season here in PA when everyone has their black

and gold corn hole games set up in their front yard! It constantly

amazes me how loyal people are to their sports teams. This past

weekend was the PennState vs. Pitt game, and you would've thought the

world was going to end with all the excitement in the air. I love it!

So in mission world people always refer to their trainers as mom/dad

and their trainees as son/daughter. I think it's the most stupid thing

in the world, and I just want to gag every time people talk like that.

But, in the spirit of transfers tomorrow I thought I'd tell you what's

going down by saying I'm expecting my second child! 😷 In normal

people words, that just means that Sister Maya is getting transferred

and I am training. I'm a little nervous, because I don't know the ward

as good as I would like, but now I can play the "I have a new

companion what is your name?" card haha. This past transfer hasn't

been the easiest either, so this change is a bit of a relief for me.

We had a bunch of chicken wings in our freezer (over 100), and they

were taking up a bunch of space, so we decided to cook them up for

district meeting. So, Tuesday night and Wednesday morning our kitchen

looked more like KFC than anything. No to brag or anything, but I

would say we did pretty good considering the fact it was our first

attempt at making wings and they fell off the bone as we ate them!

We have been volunteering at the local food bank that is run by a

ministerial association for about a month now. We had dinner at the

D'A's this past week, and Brother D'A is part of the

association. He said that it is a miracle that we are welcome to serve

there because for years the association didn't want any donations from

our church, simply because we are Mormon. Brother D'A said his

company started to donate some money to the association before they

knew he was a Mormon, and sort of tricked his way into it. Slowly but

surely they have been warming up to us, even though everyone is still

very distant with us and looks at us strange. I often forget how much

of a representative for the church I am at all times. Representing

Jesus isn't the easiest thing to do at times, but it's definitely

rewarding!

This week's OYM (street contacting) success story is pretty awesome.

We were walking down our street and stopped to talk to two ladies who

were sitting on their porch watching little kids. Well it turns out

that L said she sees us each week at the food bank. Not only that,

but she has a Book of Mormon that she's read a couple times. Her

sister A was very receptive and open to reading the Book of

Mormon and said how she wanted her son to be raised in a church. We

are meeting with them next week and I am excited to see how it goes!

No went to the hospital on Saturday from a severe asthma attack,

and apparently her body isn't releasing all the CO2 it creates causing

it to build up inside her lungs. We were able to visit her, and make

her laugh a little because it's not the happiest news to hear. But,

the good news for us is that she even said herself that she has to

give up smoking now. One of her concerns was that she knew she had to

quit smoking, but didn't want to. I guess that problem is solved!

We were talking about opposition and the need for it in Sunday School

yesterday. Here's a quote that stood out to me by Elder Oaks: "The

Lord [does] not make it easy, but He [does] make it possible."

Hopefully I used those brackets right haha. We really do need trials

and hard things in our life because how else are we going to stretch,

rely on Him, be humble, or learn? Of course it's never fun being

tried, and I've had more than my fair share of meltdowns and stress

freak outs because of it, but in the end I am grateful for those hard

days because without them I'd be a stupid, arrogant person.

Sister Morrison

Phillipsburg District. Don't mind the tacky orange

vests. We cleaned the side of a highway.

On Monday we went and hung out with the Ridgeway

sisters. I was so happy to see sand, even if it wasn't the beach.

So I let them burry me!

We love Phil!!!!

Our little chicken frying party.