Hey everybody! This week has been kinda crazy/dramatic/but good. It
all started when our investigator W (the one who is supposed to get
baptized this week) called us Wednesday night and said he really
needed to meet with us in the morning. So we scheduled a lesson with
him for first thing Thursday morning. He never showed up. We called him
about 20 times the next couple of days and still no response. (I swear
the mission prepares you for the worst break-ups) anyways I was dying
but I couldn't really do anything about it so we just kept working. So
fast-forward to Saturday morning. I spent all this time making cookies
for our investigators and less-active members we are working with. But
we had a meeting with our ward-mission leader, so I put them in the
kitchen at the chapel. After the meeting we went to go get them and it
turns out a member had just thrown them all a way (because they were
in a plastic bag.) With our plates and everything. I just started
sobbing! Madre Mia it was so embarrassing. I think it was my breaking
point because I was so stressed out about this investigator, but it
was still just so embarrassing.
But that was the drama. Later we found out from the family living with
our investigator that he just up and left for Columbia (where he is
from) and will be gone for 15 days. So pray that everything will be
okay with him and his family. But some happy news. We found a bunch of
new investigators this week! This has been our weak-point forever,
but we're finally figuring it out, and the lord has definitely been
putting people in our path to teach. We also had 8 investigators come
to church which is more than I have had since I've been in Santa Cruz. So
the week ended on a happy note. We are continuing to have so much fun
as missionaries. Me and my companion were talking the other day about
how everyone always talked about missions being so hard. And they are
definitely a lot of work, and there are hard moments, but more than
anything they are just so much fun! There is nothing like waking up
and knowing that you are going to be an instrument in the Lord's hands
everyday.
Love, HNA Staker
all started when our investigator W (the one who is supposed to get
baptized this week) called us Wednesday night and said he really
needed to meet with us in the morning. So we scheduled a lesson with
him for first thing Thursday morning. He never showed up. We called him
about 20 times the next couple of days and still no response. (I swear
the mission prepares you for the worst break-ups) anyways I was dying
but I couldn't really do anything about it so we just kept working. So
fast-forward to Saturday morning. I spent all this time making cookies
for our investigators and less-active members we are working with. But
we had a meeting with our ward-mission leader, so I put them in the
kitchen at the chapel. After the meeting we went to go get them and it
turns out a member had just thrown them all a way (because they were
in a plastic bag.) With our plates and everything. I just started
sobbing! Madre Mia it was so embarrassing. I think it was my breaking
point because I was so stressed out about this investigator, but it
was still just so embarrassing.
But that was the drama. Later we found out from the family living with
our investigator that he just up and left for Columbia (where he is
from) and will be gone for 15 days. So pray that everything will be
okay with him and his family. But some happy news. We found a bunch of
new investigators this week! This has been our weak-point forever,
but we're finally figuring it out, and the lord has definitely been
putting people in our path to teach. We also had 8 investigators come
to church which is more than I have had since I've been in Santa Cruz. So
the week ended on a happy note. We are continuing to have so much fun
as missionaries. Me and my companion were talking the other day about
how everyone always talked about missions being so hard. And they are
definitely a lot of work, and there are hard moments, but more than
anything they are just so much fun! There is nothing like waking up
and knowing that you are going to be an instrument in the Lord's hands
everyday.
Love, HNA Staker