The Plague Continues

So in continuation from last week. I am all better from whatever bug I may have caught. However my lovely companion caught my little ball of fun... So we had an entire day of sitting and making calls. And because the Area Book had already been updated and the apartment cleaned to shining, I got the opportunity to make a scripture case, it isn't finished yet but I am so excited about it #bepreparedforpictures

Besides that we had a mini mission this week! Her name was Kayla, so it was really really strange to hear someone calling my name, my REAL name, so often. It kind of gave me a little glimpse at the awkward RM I am going to be... #foreverhandshaking

But besides the random points of trunkiness, Kayla helped me realize something quite vision changing. During the mini mission we had an opportunity to bring our third companion to a district meeting. Or the meeting where all the missionaries in our little area meet with to discuss the needs of our areas and learn from each other. Kayla was asked to give her testimony on how her mini mission was helping her, and what she said was so simple, but it really hit right home.

I have been on my mission for a good bit of time okay? No one can refute that fact. And just like with anything that we have been doing for a while, I have fallen into the habits and life of being a missionary. The things I do just don't always hit the same as they did a year ago. So when Kayla commented on how much it really touched her that we would listen to Mo Tab in the morning before studies, which we did every morning. It made me take a step back and look at what I have been doing out here on a mission. I have been doing and feeling so much good that I just don't see the difference anymore.

This past week my brother wrote about recognizing the spirit, in comparing it to a stop sign. I would like to add another analogy to that, which I discovered at the beginning of my mission and can now farther testify of it. Have you ever moved from one place to the next? I remember moving from Illinois to New Jersey and for the first solid month, we were searching for those moments when the New Jersey accent would appear. After a while the chwaclate and cwoffee turned into normal. Feeling the Holy Ghost is a lot like this. When we are put into a new environment and doing new things we recognize it so often. And then after extended exposure it becomes normal for us, and we don't recognize it until not too long afterwards someone points out to us that we are using this same accent in our own conversations.

I can testify that this is true. I saw it happen this week.

I love you all!!!

Have a wonderful week!