My God is a God of miracles. Getting me through this week
alive was a miracle big enough to rival Elijah's fire from heaven, or Moses'
water stone, or manna in the wilderness. I wish I would have counted the times
that I thought to myself 'this is the most I can stand' or 'oh flip here we go,
again!'. But, all in all, the Lord brought me through every trial, and was
there with me every step of the way. Tuesday: I had to be smart because I got
to that point where I couldn't walk anymore... my hips and pelvis were just
murdering me. It was pretty bad. The Lord worked some mighty miracles, and our
lessons canceled so I was able to take some time and be smart enough to stretch
and take care of myself.That was a huge miracle!
Wednesday: That was the day! We had District meeting with
the district, and an english blitz in the morning, and then studies in the
afternoon. After that, we got in the car, and headed out towards the airport.
We met up with President and Sister Edgren. We sat down with them and had
dinner at their hotel.(Everything was more expensive than my soul, so I got
this tiny soup.... sister edgren knows me well and gave me a half-plate of
chicken... she's the best). We talked about the plan... there was a lot to do.
Turns out by the time we finally got everything plan, and then helped them get
everything done that they needed to, and helped sister edgren back up her
photos onto her icloud, and got the cars/keys worked out, we ended up leaving the
hotel at like 10:10. we had to say goodbye to President and Sister Edgren and I
think I almost died. Not only were they some of the last real people I had in
Poland from my first mission, but I just love them to death and I'm not ready
for them to go home already. But we said our goodbyes, and headed out.
The next morning, it all began again. After studies, we
stopped by a kebab shop to get a quick lunch, made it to the office, got some
office work done/finished up president's calendar and some receipt problems.
Then we got the transporter, and went and parked it at the airport parking
terminal. Miracles happened, and there were two spots(that's a miracle in and
of itself)... but they were right across from each other. You better believe I
parked out transporter right in the middle of both spots. Then we got to the
hotel, payed to get president's car and phones back that were in the parking
lot, and drove it down to the airport parking, and parked it right in front of
the transporter. Then we went and found where President and Sister Turek were
supposed to come in. We were there a little bit early, so we got to rest a bit.
Then we were sitting there waiting for them, and realized that we didn't even
know what they look like. So we stood there in front of the terminal waiting
for them to find us. They finally did, and they are awesome! President only
speaks polish to us. It's legit but also pretty dang intimidating. Funny
story... first few minutes, I tried to tell him that his parking break was
on.... and I looked at him and told him 'hey your danger brake is turned on'.
Goooooood. That's a great first impression lol. So I've been being humbled a
lot with my polish as well.
Friday: we had free friday out on the patelnia as usual...
and i needed some time rest, so I took it. Then we went out to Dennis' house.
He's from the Congo, and he's like Mom but black. He's awesome! We had funny
african food, and I ate a caterpillar that he cooked for us...! hahah it was
pretty sweet.
saturday: We had a meeting with a less-active that's started
coming back to church, and then we met with an investigator that we ran into on
the metro like 5 months ago when we wer together, and then we had interviews
with president. I was 100% honest with him, and bore my testimony. I even
cried. It's been a long time since I did any of that. It was good. I felt like
I needed to be open with him. I think we're going to get along real well... and
I'm still working on being humble enough to be okay with the fact that now my
mission president and I are both fully aware of how weak I am and what I have
to work on. but it's going to be a good thing. It was an amazing feeling to be
able to look him in the face and tell him that I've been able to do what the
Lord needed me to do up to this point in my mission. That's such an amazing
feeling. Then president came on a lesson with us to S... and G....'s house! We
talked about their problem of not being able to come to church because of his
health, and her work. we testified, and the spirit was there, and they are
praying and searching for answers to their problems. They'll get it if they
just keep searching and asking!
Sunday: One of those days. Made it through church, and then
just fell apart. I didn't think I go anymore. I was searching and praying and
pleading for help. The Lord always gives me just enough to help me keep going
just a little farther. Then it was 18:00 and we needed to go out to do a
finding activity on Nowy Świat. The only thing that got me out the door was the
thought that I was doing that because I love my Savior. That was the only thing
that would do it. Miracles happened. Elder Cowley found 3 new investigators,
while I saw miracles of my own. I had an amazing talk with an investigator that
was there with us(while sitting down off to the side-of course). We talked
about the gospel, and I was explaining questions, and bearing testimony, and it
was awesome. Probably the coolest thing was I talked to this Englishman that
was a walking encyclopedia. I don't know how he's done it, but he knows
everything... names, facts, dates. Well yeah... he's also seen just about all
there is to see in the anti-mormon world, and told me that he actually got an
answer from God that our church wasn't true, and that it was founded by the
devil. (lol). This guy was intimidating. But I felt good talking to him. I said
a prayer that I would be able to receive the promise that I wouldn't be
confounded before men, and we talked. It was amazing. He brought up everything
from women to the priesthood to the temple to blacks to missionaries, and
everything in between. I just waited until the Spirit brought something to my
rememberance, and said that. Everything I said answered his questions and
brought out the holes in his logic, and put the responsibility on him. We ended
the conversation with mine and sister barney's(who showed up to help save the
show at the very end) testimony that he could not gain a testimony until he
read the book of mormon and prayed about it. I bore my testimony, and it just
felt so good. It was a good pick-me-up... and we're ready to go again.
Today: 4th of July. The Jones'(from Gilbert... they live on
Cooper road) had all the missionaries in warsaw go out to wilanow and we had
pizza and apple pie. Then they paid for us to go through the Wilanów palace and
see everything there. It was awesome! I loved it, and it was so generous of
them. They're great!
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