First off- Sister Christensen
and I scared the other sisters super bad! One night, spur of the moment,
we got home and snuck around our trailer and knocked on the door and
hid while they were in there. They got scared. Then the next night we
came home before them and left the front door opened to make it look
like some one had broke in. Then we hid in the closest. They came home
and it was so funny! They ran back out to their car screaming when they
saw the door was opened. Then we snuck around and jumped on the back of
their car. HAHA! :) funniest thing of my life. Sister Christensen peed
her pants because she was laughing so hard... :)
I got to go on exchanges with Sister Roundy this week.
That was a lot of fun. It was cool to see how much both of us have
grown since we were companions a couple months ago. It felt like we were
just back to being companions again. Best exchange ever!
It rained a lot this week. Like torrential downpour.
And Sister Christensen loves the rain. So she forced me outside to go
tracting. We got around the corner from our trailer, maybe a blockish
and we looked like drowned rats. We knocked on one door and went back
home to change. Then Sister Christensen peed her pants again... :) What
can I say, I'm just good at making people laugh hard...We have been working quite a bit with less active members lately. We have seen some miracles in that work, too. We visited Sister Frye whom I had never met. She has never agreed to let the missionaries teach her the lessons, but we asked her a different way this time. And she agreed! I was able to go back the next day with Sister Roundy and start the first lesson and we were able to get to one of her concerns. It was a miracle.
Then there is Brother Wells. He has been less active
for 20+ years. Missionaries have been going over there for forever.
However, he never lets them in or talks to them. One time we took one of
the members in our ward to see him spontaneously and he let us in! He
told us he and his wife would feed us sometime. So like a week later we
went back to check on him and the first thing that came out of my mouth
was, "So, you still up for that steak dinner?" He looked shocked that we
actually came back and so boldly invited ourselves over. We set it up
and went back later in the week. It was probably one of the best member
meals I have had on my mission. They made big slabs of steak, potatoes,
and broccoli and other super good things. We had so much fun with them.
His wife isn't a member and he has been less active for so long. Not to
mention he had never, that we know of, fed the missionaries. So we just
got to be friends with them. We laughed and had fun. No pressure. It was
really good. He said he wants to feed us again in June, and was worried
that one of us would get transferred before then. We assured him that
wouldn't happen. It just worked out so perfectly.
We visited another less active that nobody
knew anything about. We had tried her a couple times and hadn't had any
luck. But this time she was outside working. We started talking to her
and she said she is coming to church this next week. She went with her
active parents in Lexington with her kids for the first times in their
lives. They loved primary. So now she will be coming back to church! It
was really good we were able to talk with her. She was worried because
she didn't know anyone or where anything was in our ward. It worked out
perfectly.
Some crazy things happened for both me and my companion
this week that we couldn't control. It was very stressful. We may or
may not have had a break down at church yesterday... It was rough, but
we made it through. We both learned something. It's okay to not always
be happy. It's okay to have bad days and bad weeks even. It's okay to
have an emotional breakdown in the bathroom right before sacrament. You
know why? Because we are human. And sometimes being human is hard. There
is a Mormon Message of a talk by Joseph B Wirthlin about how Sunday
will come. Y'all should check it out. It's just about how Friday can be
really hard and feel like we can't get through the day, but Sunday will
come. I don't explain it very good, so you should watch it.
That's my week pretty much. I love ya. And I love being a missionary. Have a blessed week.
Love, Sister Broadbent
PS. Strange food of the week that I tried: hash. It looked disgusting, but it wasn't half bad.
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