Weekly Post - 9/4/2012

man, this week was crazy.

so on Friday we got permission to go shopping for food, because remnants of Hurricane Isaac were coming to Kirksville's area, and so we had to be prepared in case if we had to be quarantined in our apartments. It rained very hard. It was fun though. I enjoyed it.

We had some lessons with Christian and Sam, and they are awesome. We taught about the Restoration again, because they were having some difficulties in understanding it. But they sincerely desire to understand it! Which is so good, and baptism is something that they are looking forward to as a possibility, which is exciting. I do not see them getting baptized while I am here, but that is not what matters to me. What matters is that they understand what the covenant they are making is, and that they sincerely and honestly make that covenant. I don't want a repeat of Thomas.

Kristin is doing very well too. We are so excited for her! I think she could be baptized while I am here, but it's the same deal as with the other two. It is more important to have them understand. Otherwise would be selfish.

I got my trunky letter this week. Meaning info on how to prepare to go home, which was SUPER weird, and it seemed way early. But I guess they want me to make sure that I am prepared to go home... seeing as if I wasn't I'd just be stressed out of my mind.

I've got this kink in my left shoulder that has been paining me, and it's frustrating. It makes it hard to drive, which is annoying because I'm the designated driver, and Elder Smith doesn't have a license! But I deal with it, and just work hard, and it puts a smile on my face. Two thumbs up!

I don't have much else to write about really. The weeks are flying by, and it's odd. But it works for me. I'm just trying hard to focus, but it doesn't help when your district keeps saying "how big is your trunk today?" "Hey! You're going home." haha, I'm just getting a taste of my own medicine. I did that to other missionaries ALL THE TIME. So now I get to see what it is like. It's fun. But does get old fast. Those poor missionaries who I teased. It was fun while it lasted.

Anyways, my dad asked me if I wanted lasagna for dinner the day I get home. I make this declaration:

LASAGNA SUCKS AND TASTES LIKE DIRT!

I ate dirt when I was a child once.

Sincerely,

Elder Prows