I promise I'm still alive and hanging in there. But these three weeks feel like three centuries (not in a bad way). There's no way that I've seen and done and learned this much so far. but I guess I have! I'm a little short on time (aren't I always) so let's see how much I can get in before Sister Shumway flips my chair or something.
We got in the minorest of minor car accidents last Monday. We got run off of a one-lane road by a large truck and ran over a stump, cracking some of the plastic pieces on the bottom of our Corolla on the right side. But it's all minor cosmetic work and won't be a big deal to fix and in the meantime our car still runs perfectly. Sister Shumway still feels really bad, though. But Melvin at the auto shop also told us that he's looking for a religious change in his life and that he loves to talk to us so I guess it was meant to happen. We'll probably go back this week both to turn in the car and to talk to him some more.
The rain here can be absolutely crazy. It's happened twice that we're driving down the road on a totally dry day and see a cloud of mist 50 yards ahead. You barely have time to think "Huh, that's odd" before suddenly it's raining so hard that you can't see out your windshield with the wipers on high going 25 mph. My companion is unperturbed but I'm gonna have to learn to drive in this eventually and that scares me. It's great! Still haven't seen a gator, though. It gets dark around 8, which is a bit of a problem because people get annoyed when we knock "in the middle of the night", even though the sun has hardly gone down. We try to prevent this by scheduling appointments as late in the evening as possible, so we can use between 5 and 8 for actual street proselyting, but the end of DST soon will make our case a little more difficult. Oh well, hopefully people think we're less threatening as two women walking in the dark rather than two men. It's funny; we live in an apartment complex with a lot of young college students, so they occasionally try to invite us to parties. But we can't actually proselyte there, sadly, since it's outside our area and we'd have to refer them to Sister Cline and Sister Wallentine.
We had tradeoffs this week, so I went with Sister Whiting to Mandarin, a town on the St. John's River (the hugest river ever; it's more like an inland bay). It was really neat to see someone else's style of teaching and especially of contacting and door approaches, but I have SO MUCH to learn. Seriously, sometimes I get really scared by how much I don't know how to do. You would think by now I've gotten the hang of it but no such luck! Thankfully Sister Shumway prevents me from messing up too badly. We're an awful lot alike, we've discovered, so companionship inventory is usually just us saying how much we love the other, because neither of us has a single issue. It's just fantastic. And we like the same sorts of books, so we're each compiling booklists for the other to read once we get home.
We work a lot more closely with the rest of our district than I would have anticipated; perhaps it's just because there are so many missionaries in this mission and my district all live so close and all have cars, but we do a lot of projects (such as service or proselyting ideas that we come up with) together, as well as scheduled meetings. I guess I always thought missionary work was two or four people in an apartment, alone in a city, seeing other missionaries mybe once a month. But not here! It's great. We blitzed (all descended on one area) St. George Street in Old St. Augustine on Saturday in hopes that we could get people to come to a church tour on Sunday. Sadly, no luck, but we were on tradeoffs and Sister Cline spoke in ASL to a bunch of deaf teens for 20 minutes while I stood there stupidly. Sister Cline is also really pretty, so we got hit on by a few drunks and she had zero patience for anyone who was so plastered, not that she showed it. But the way she extricated us from those situations was hilarious. Funny story: we were walking along a highway last week and we saw a guy on the other side. S. Shumway shouted over and started talking to him and I was mentally like "Silly companion, you just don't talk to people across the highway". But he jaywalked four lanes to talk to us and was so aggressive to us at first (he was Baptist) that I was about to write him off completely as not a good contact. But Sister Shumway bore her testimony so powerfully that he asked more and more questions and we were able to give him the whole first lesson of the Restoration there on the street. He asked us for a copy of the Book of Mormon before we offered because he wanted to know for himself if it was true. He also said he would be in touch because he would have a lot of questions. He turned out to be an amazing guy with and amazing life story would loved talking to us and I almost missed him several times. That must be why we have companions with us because maybe they are listening to the Spirit more at that moment than you are.
This week we got the Ensign and there's an article in there that everyone should read, because it's just so awesome. I felt like the magazine was levitating off the desk as I read it. It's called "His Grace Is Sufficient" and talks about the grace of God, which I guess is something I never really understood. Some people believe that the grace of God is all they need to be saved and that they have to do nothing, with isn't true. But it also isn't a booster rocket that kicks in once we have exhausted our own fuel supply. Jesus's atonement pays for our debt in full. It is finished. But we need the power of grace to transform ourselves so that we can feel comfortable returning and living with God. If there is no change in ourselves, we won't want to do it. Brother Wilcox compares this to a piano teacher, a child, and a mother. The mother pays the piano teacher and then encourages the child to practice. The child's practicing doesn't pay for the lessons or repay the mother, but it shows that the gift is appreciated. Sometimes the child complains about practicing or doesn't see why he has to (sorry, mom) but the mother sees how it transforms the child and his talents so he can live his life on a higher plane. And often when practicing, the child makes mistakes and hits wrong notes. But that NEVER means that the child is unworthy to keep practicing! We don't have just two options: perfection or failure! We just keep going and over time, we are transformed and changed by the process of grace and the pattern of repepntance in our lives. The grace of Christ is sufficient: sufficient to transform us and help us for as long as the process takes. I don't do the article justice, but I encourage you all to read it because it helped me so much. Anyway, I'm out of time but I love you all!
Sister Nielsen
Pics:
Sister Shumway randomly put on her running shoes one morning. When I asked why, she just stared blankly at her feet and said "It seemed right in my head!"
Me with my prideful owl
Sister Shumway during planning (ain't she cute?)