Tuesday, October 28, 2014

And to think I could have flown home yesterday

sure dodged a bullet on that one!

I started getting a little anxious about transfers on Sunday night so I went and brushed my teeth and was comforted by a box of bandaids.

Thanks Heavenly Father, I appreciate it.

And the verdict for my final transfer is: I'M STAYING IN KENT!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!!! Sister Sonasi will be killing me off too!!!!! Wooooo!!!!! I was so excited to find out on Sunday night that I started dancing around and accidentally kicked a door frame.
So now I have a bruised toe but it's totally fine because I'm dying in Kent.

So many amazing miracles happened this week, but I only have the time (and memory) to tell you about one.

We were going to see a bunch of former investigators in an apartment complex on Wednesday and saw basically nothing come from it. We were going to start heading up the hill so we would be on time for our dinner appointment, but decided to try a few more in one last building before we headed up. That thought obviously came from the Spirit because we knocked into a less-active who wants to come back to church. She told us that she tried to come to church last Sunday but wasn't able to get a hold of anybody to find out the time, and lost the missionaries phone numbers so she couldn't call them either. Then she told us that she prayed that missionaries would come by so she and her family could start coming back to church, and then God led us there.

Moments like those are why I get sick to my stomach every time someone mentions how long I've been out. I love this so much.

And of course, what's a week without something awkward or hilarious happening to me or my companion? Some of the humorous highlights included:

A guy complimenting my on my kid.

The story: A little girl was scootering down a hill and I was laughing because her face was pure and UTTER JOY. A guy walking the other direction yelled, "hey! I love your kid!"

"Thanks! She's not mine though!"

". . . oh."

I didn't want him to keep feeling dumb so we shared the gospel with him and his friend.

(This one just about killed me)

We were eating dinner at a recent convert's house and we were trying to figure out who her visiting teachers were. She gave us a vague description and we thought we knew who it was, but Ruth didn't know the name. Sister Sonasi was asking a bunch of descriptive questions and finally went "Is she black? Oh wait--sorry you're color blind." Ruth gave her the most confused look I have ever seen a person give, and I almost fell out of my seat laughing. In between breaths I had to tell Sister Sonasi what color blind actually meant, and for the first time since we've been companions I saw her face go red ha ha ha ha!
 #blondemoments

I love you all! I hope you have an awesome week!

Peace!

Sister VerHoef


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