It comes down to this...I've really made Satan mad. While contacting people in the street the other day, I was attacked by wasps and bit three times on my neck. I've never been stung before so I thought there was a slight possibility I could be allergic so I called the mission nurse...oh man I shouldn't have done that. I sent all the office staff into a mad panic, they were convinced I was going to pass out and die at any moment. Three wasp stings - no one survives that! I was then instructed to go purchase cigarettes (yup) and take out the tobacco (yup) to make a paste (yup) and apply to my neck. I calmly agreed knowing full well there was no way I was going to do that. She called back to make sure I took my name tag off first. Uh. Yeah. Obvs. Then she called back to tell me that instead I should go buy meat tenderizer and make a paste - that'd be much more Word of Wisdom friendly. However, at this point I had already taken an entire bottle of Benadyrl and was not fully functioning so the other sisters ran out to get some for me. A fun little fact, there are two kinds of meat tenderizer...the seasoned kind and the unseasoned kind. Another fun fact, although the seasoned kind might be cheaper it will also stain your neck orange and leave you smelling like meat the rest of the day. Alas, missionary work could not be stopped, but it was more than clear I could not drive so the other sisters dropped us off at an extremely important appointment where apparently I gave an extremely entertaining lesson on the Plan of Salvation and secured another baptismal date by the miracles of the hand of the Lord. Later I said questionable things at a dinner. Nothing too out of norm there. I ended up passing out at 8:45 smelling like steak. Satan is so mad at all our baptismal dates right now he sent wasps after me. The moral of the story is, I can totally teach lessons completely plastered, Satan can't stop me - not even with wasps and benadryl.
In other events this week, I ate BBQ with 5 strange Filipino men in a garage while teaching about the Book of Mormon and Joseph Smith. Normally, I do not think I would stop...at a stranger's garage...and eat meat, but the mission changes you. Plus, it was really good. And now the poor English Elders have 5 more investigators. Solid.
My mission has certainly been colorful. I'm with a baby missionary right now. It's pretty obvious, but she is so pumped to be a missionary and things are hopping. I could do without all the strangers asking me if she is my real daughter. What the?
I can't remember if I already shared this...the weeks just blend into each other around here. Speaking of which, my year mark is in like 4 days - woah. But the other day we were teaching a lesson and one of the kids was watching Nemo in the background. That is like my biggest challenge, televisions in homes. I just can't...it's so hard. Anyway, we caught one part where one sea creature is telling another sea creature...you just gotta keep swimming. I then turned that into a lesson about enduring to the end. Now, that's my new motto. This is life, we have to just keep swimming. Thank heaven we have little floaties to help us when we are tired with the gospel of Jesus Christ.
If you'd like to know more about how Jesus Christ can help you have floaties in the ocean of life...ask the missionaries.
xoxo,
Hermana Hall
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