Greeley Letter #10

Bronco fans!  A member gave them hats to wear.

 

Homemade horchata!

 

Temple Time!

 

Tennis time on P-day.

 

So today marks exactly 11 months since I started the mission. I honestly used to not keep track, but everybody asks..... everybody. Did people do that to you Leshelle?

 

Last Monday, we had family home evening with our recent convert family. I can't even describe how much I love this family. They love us, too. They tell everyone to please call before coming over. Ooops -- we haven't been doing that. Our next visit, we called to see if it would be alright if we stopped by and read together. Their response, "You know you don't have to ask." Well, I gotta tell you, it feels great to be the exception sometimes. :) The mother participated in family night and we even had the opportunity to talk about prophets later in the week. I feel comfortable enough that I can ask her anything. I continue to invite her in various ways. She still says not yet, but we're getting closer. 

 

R wasn't able to make it to church. As a matter of fact none of our investigators made it. That was hard. But we had several less actives that we've been working with there, and little things help us feel the spirit all the time. I just know that everything is going to be alright. I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me personally and for the people we visit. We helped out with a habitat build again. I love being on a construction site. I have so, so, so much to learn still but somehow it feels like home. I keep expecting to see my dad walk around the corner or something.

 

On Thursday it was Grandpa Buss's birthday (the member we live with). He was gone all day at the temple because he goes every Thursday so we filled his bathroom with balloons and a birthday card. A day or two later, we got home and I ran to the bathroom because we had been out all day and was surprised to see our bathroom downstairs filled with all the balloons! There is always something exciting going on, haha. I also just love birthdays. I love celebrating anything really. I think everyone should feel special on their birthday.

 

Saturday I got to go to the temple with Sister Jarvis and Emily Johnson (who I met in Laramie, but is student teaching in Denver). It was a remarkable day. Sunday followed suit. We didn't have time in the morning to plan out what we would be teaching to everybody that day due to early church meetings (one at 6:30, one at 7:30, and then church at 9) so we just kinda planned as we went. It worked out perfectly, though and it didn't have anything to do with us. Each appointment we would arrive, say a prayer, and a thought would come into our minds of what to teach. First it was the Sacrament to a less-active. Then it was the nature of the godhead to our investigator -- (by the way, when we went to visit our investigator, the first words out of his mouth almost were, "are there two gods" as he was looking at a picture of the first vision). Each time we followed a prompting, it was exactly what the person needed. It was incredible. We just have to be willing to work, and Heavenly Father does the rest. I feel like I say that all the time, but it's true.

 

Today, we played tennis and I just about died with happiness. I love tennis. A little dramatic? Yes, but needless to say I was really happy. Our ward mission leader does such a good job helping us in every way. Getting members to our lessons, keeping our dinner calendar filled and letting us borrow tennis raquets... rackets.... I have no idea how to spell that. But his family is great.

 

Love you!! I wear my scarves all the time :) Thanks again!

Sister Rashauna Hoer