This Side of 9 MonthsThis past week has been full to the brim with last-minute stressful things and yet here I am, alive, on the other side of things. Just goes to show that God really is behind this work.
Other than all of the stress, it's been a splendid week! I feel like my brain is finally clicking into gear, in a way that it hasn't for months and months. Maybe it's all that Chinese food I ate.
We had a zone training meeting last week, which was cool. We also had a YSA missionary conference for all of the missionaries currently serving in YSA wards, which we were asked sort of last-minute to give a training in. I was a wee bit stressed, but honestly I enjoy teaching, even if it has to be in front of my mission president. I think our training went well, as does my companion, which is good.
|St. Patrick's Day cheer!|
|I found a New Jersey!|
|A daily occurrence in California.|
Can you all believe that I am halfway through my mission? I am still thinking about that. My 9 month mark was last Wednesday. A true hump day! Now this sister is looking at you from the other side of halfway.
Don't fret, I'm not getting trunky. 9 months is a LOT of time to do missionary work. I still have tons to do and don't plan on stopping anytime soon. Not when I get to see people like Wardell get baptized, receive the Holy Ghost, and now hold the Aaronic priesthood! There's nothing better than that.