I think I may be bipolar. Seriously I don't know how one week you can feel so down in the dumps and the very next feel like you are floating on air. I have never felt such strange extremes of emotions when on a mission. So weird. And I wish I could explain it better but really the words Ìt came to pass`have taken on a whole new meaning.
I had to say goodbye to Sister Madsen this week. With a hug, about 500 new shirts, notebooks, craft supplies, and chocolate that I inherited, she was off to America to eat some cafe rio and peanut butter for me. And it really started to feel like I was just going home right along with her. A week full of lasts.. last goodbye. last testimony. last time to walk these streets. last this. last that.
So I had to have a little reality check. Hold up. I still have time. I still have time to become the best me I can be. So strap down. Tie your shoes and get to work. And in comes Sister Parker. I love her and all her 'intensity' hehe (I hope you read that someday sister Parker and crack up) and she is darling. We had a weekend full of running around doing craziness and I feel bad because she is still living out of a suit case and there is no sign of a break because we are going strong and hard and cracking down on our very own 6 week intervention. She is obcessed with goals and planning just like me and we are just ready to crack down. Saved in six. That's the name of our program of getting rid of all disobedience, fear, pride, negativity, and laziness and becoming truly concecrated missionaries. We just keep saying. We are going to be exhausted after this transfer but the very best kind of exhausted. We have decided that this is Heavenly Father's area and we are going to forget any history or expectations and become master's at the master's plan. Whatever he wants us to do? We can do. We will do.
We only spent one full day together in our area and we both came out pooped from talking to so many people and working our tails off and only speaking German and just a bunch of other crazy goals that we made. We went by someone who had apparently seen our website and wanted to have the missionaries over. (yes. a referral. and let me just say we never get those here.) And we klingle her house and she hangs up on us. Well I guess there must be someone else in this area who needs our message. Turn around and start talking to the first guy we see. The only guy we see. And he takes one look and makes it quite clear that he doesn't want to listen to us so we go sit down on the curb to decide what to do and he comes back. He turns around and comes back towards us. like what? 45 minutes later we have learned about his hopeless life about his mom's death about his alcohol problem about how he needs help in life and a return appointment for this coming Friday. Wow. Heavenly Father is simply wonderful.
xoxoxox
s. heywood
ps: totally tried kangaroo meat.
