Hey y'all!
[Summary at the very bottom cuz I know not everyone has the time or attention span to read this.]
Here's some low quality acrostic poems I wrote about my new area:
What
Odd
Old
Dearies
In
Grand
Tobacco fields
Opposums
Near
Where?
Out
Of
Densely populated
Inhabitation
Nothing
Grass
Trees
Opposum
No things
What is this place so empty?
Only the locals can tell.
On errands the Lord has sent me
Devil still tries to derail.
I stand with heart, strength & might
Not an actual building in sight.
Glorious fields both left and right.
The congregation will grow as the corn.
Onward we work spreading light.
Now rescuing souls once forlorn.
Happy Hurricane season! Hurricane season started on June 1st! This whole weekend felt a little bit like a hurricane though.
I arrived in the new area on Thursday and found out there would be a baptism on Saturday. Hurrah!
On Friday I began inquiring about the details of said baptism and we found we had much to do. So we tried to do everything. Also on Friday we had the baptismal interview.
After the baptismal interview we found out we were not having the baptism. :(
So then we unplanned a baptism. But we had a very hard time un-planning it.
So then on Saturday people showed up for a baptism that wasn't happening.
Then we thought we ruined our relationships with all the members (I don't even know the members yet but this was an unfortunate start.)
It was sad and my companion and I cried a lot.
But then on Sunday it was fast and testimony meeting and the whole meeting ended up being about… missionary work and how they (the members) and the Lord loves missionaries?
People still loved us and never didn't love us. And everything is actually okay.
Woodington! Yay!
My companion is Sister Senior and we were friends before and we were both very, very happy to be companions. We both like poetry and good music and letting emotions exist and we love the Lord! And I think with all the crazy circumstances we have been in we really needed each other and so we are very grateful we are together.
Also this is my first out-of-city area and my first not a military base in my area area. And everyone is trying to give us diabetes and there is always biscuits at every meal and they always do their very best to send us home with dessert. I also can't understand people's southern accent. Also in our missionary meeting they laughed at my questions and told me it really is a foreign mission. Everything is different but I'm excited to figure it out.
I hope you enjoyed this hurricane of an email & I love you!
Still holding to the rod,
Sister Owens
Summary: This email is a mess. There's bad poems and slightly unfortunate stories and a brief update on my new area and my companion.
Here's the link to my mission pictures album:
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