That's my day today....I haven't finished packing but it's fine.
So a lot of our investigators have stopped progressing and we have been feeling pretty bummed out. And then at church yesterday, right at the end, one of our newer investigators showed up at Relief Society. She'd come at 1 instead of 11 and had been sitting in the wrong ward's sacrament meeting the whole time until she figured it out, she came to see me go, she thought I'd have a ceremony or something. Hahaha. And also, the same thing happened with this other girl who we've been visiting, she's a member, starting to come back, she's Hmong (h is silent) and is hilarious, and she said she "got the text" and came to say goodbye, I don't know what text this is, hahah, I got to take pictures with her.
Oh man, and another girl who wants to come back to church TOTALLY showed up at church and surprised us, she's Samoan, and hilarious, and I love her, even though I've now only seen her twice in my life.
I have loved my mission, I have loved the people I've met, I know I have come closer to my Savior, and that I have learned to follow the Spirit more. I will be so grateful for the rest of my life of everything that I have learned and experienced. Like my bishop here told me, I'm just getting transferred, and my new area is in California, and he wants to hear what people I'll be having be taught in my home next week. Hahaha.
I know the gospel is true, and I know that we have to raise that warning voice to our neighbors. We will all, one day, stand before the Savior, ALL of us, the people you see on the street, the people you see on TV, the people who live across the street. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of them that publish peace and bring glad tidings of good joy.
I love all of you