Tuesday: We had a sick district activity and it was really fun. I also had homemade fried chicken for the first time...don't tell them but it wasn't as good as KFC. Ha.
Wednesday: We kick started the day with breakfast with Breanna. She is a recent convert and it was her last new member lesson, so we had a little party. We made waffles and it reminded me of how much I love waffles. And then later a girl made us a vegetarian lunch...it was interesting, to say the least. At three, we had sister exchanges. I went into Temecula and Sister Allred stayed in our area. I am going to try and be nice when I say this....but I hated it. The sister I worked with was a.) new to the area b.) almost done with her mission so she was trunky and c.) she was disobedient. I hated it. I seriously worried that I am disobedient because sometimes I am not exactly obedient and on and on...but this girl.....nah dude. It bugged me hardcore. It bugs me even more when sisters are disobedient because we chose this. No one made us come out here and do this. I seriously just wanted to be like, "Go home dude. Your mission is over"...and this was the nice version. Needless to say, I was thrilled to go home the next day and get back into my area. The only saving grace of the exchange was that we had a fabulous dinner with some members. They were so loving and kind and I really enjoyed being in their home.
Thursday: We exchanged back and when we got home I realized I had packed the sisters keys into my duffel. And I had left my precious journal at their house. It took almost an hour of phone calls to get it taken care of. But we got back to work by four and it was all good.
Friday: We had weekly planning and had a delicious dinner that reminded me of home (and yes, I realize this post has a lot about food in it, but I love food and I ate a lot of good food so don't judge me, k?). We ended the night watching a video about the Atonement of Jesus Christ with some YSA LAs (Young Single Adult less actives). I was totally feeling the spirit and feeling emotional and loving it, and then we discussed it with our less actives and it was nada for them. I was shocked! I was like, "How can you NOT feel that?!?!" Oh man...whatever.
Saturday was a crazy day. I was dreading Saturday. Last week we picked up four investigators whose brother/son died a month ago. They started to cry in the lesson, and showed us pictures and everything, and I got super depressed. I almost said nothing in the lesson because I was just too sad. So we had another lesson for this Saturday and I didn't want to do it. I didn't realize how much it affected me because when we started planning their lesson I began crying and couldn't stop. I just kept thinking of the pain they must be experiencing and then thinking about my own family and how much I love them and wouldn't know what to do if anything happened to them. The Saythong's pain literally became my pain. I know that sounds crazy, but premature death kills me no matter who it is. I knew if I went into their home again I would just start crying, so we set up exchanges with the Spanish sisters that we live with. I know, cop out, but I couldn't handle it! On a happier note, we attended two baptisms and had appointments for the greater part of the day, which is unusual for Saturdays so it was really nice.
Sunday was our ward conference. As a missionary you pretty much have to be ready for anything. We got called out by the stake president to come up to the stage and share an experience. And despite what you may think, even missionaries feel nervous and anxious when we talk in front of the entire ward, but whatevs. Dani, our investigator, had her baptismal interview and it's a go! Next week, she's getting dunked! Holla! We are stoked. The rest of Sunday was bomb. We visited active families and continued to get to know our ward. Love it.
Monday was legit too. We did service for a lady. She made us lunch and got emotional as she explained to us that we were an answer to her prayers because she was having a hard weekend and really needed the help. On Friday, we had thought to approach her and seriously felt so blessed to be led to her to help her in her time of need. We dedicated some time to contacting and then had a couple appointments throughout the day. At 7, we had YSA family home evening and it was a blast. I was one of two girls who played soccer and we rocked it. I am not usually one who liked to play sports, especially with guys who are super competitive, but it was so fun! I love serving in the YSA ward!
This week we are hoping to find four new investigators. We need a turn over and really feel like we can find new people who are ready for the gospel in their lives. We have some sweet plans for the week. It's going to be awesome. Thanks for all your support and prayers -- I know we could not accomplish this work without all of the positive thoughts and energy and prayers sent our way!!
Pce and blessing
Pce and blessing
Love,
Sister Christensen
Little chickies and my sweet new nail polish color
And a kid wrote me (a nephew of a family who loved me) who served his mission in Brazil and sent a picture, so the Spanish sisters thought it would be funny to post him on our door and call him my boyfriend. I hope President sees so I can tell him it was them! haha jk.
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