I had four different companions last week, so that was a
little exciting! I was with Sister Dumas until she left on Monday at 4, at
which point I spent the next 24 hours with the sisters I live with. We did some
service in their area and taught a few member families. The people in their
wards liked me, so that was nice. On Tuesday the new missionaries arrived and I
was asked to host one of them until Wednesday when transfers were. I spent the
evening with Sister Harris from St George.
She knows Brooke! She is a really cool girl. The next morning we went to
transfer meeting and I was assigned my new companion, Sister Dawson. She is
from Cuna, Idaho which is close to Boise (which I learned is pronounced Boy-see,
NOT Boy-zee, like I have always said it.
Who knew?). She is 19 and is pretty quiet, but her goal is to become
more outspoken and less shy. We are
definitely going to solve that problem while we are together. She is very nice and sweet though--kind of
what I imagine Kourtney Nyberg is like as a missionary.
I decorated Sister Dawson's desk with green things to welcome
her to the mission!
Sister Dawson and I; I forced her to wear green her entire
first week
because she is a greenie. That's a lie, but it would have been
hilarious!
When I went to pick up Sister Harris for our evening
together, I met a sister who has been out one or two transfers who said,
"Oh my gosh! You're Sister
Poppe! I'm literally fan-girling right
now! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." I was
like, "ah....ha...ha...um, what? Okay, why?" Apparently she loves my blog.
I LITERALLY HAVE A ONE MEMBER FAN CLUB. It was the most flattering moment of my life.
There was a record breaking amount of rain last Monday which
left a lot of destruction in West Mesa.
My area wasn't affected; we just had full retention basins for a few
days. They had missionaries serve with the clean-up and sand bagging all
week. We got to help on Saturday, but
there wasn't much for us to do. They let
us loose in a neighborhood and then told us to just knock on every door and see
if people needed help. We were only able
to stay for two hours which was too bad, because right when we were leaving
they said that they were going to move us to another neighborhood that was hit
really hard. I wish we could have helped
people knock out drywall and stuff! The city administration has been very
impressed with our efforts though and people in the community have been too. It has definitely shed a positive light on missionaries
and the church in this area.
We had a new inactive family move into the Twin Knolls ward
and we went over to visit them on Saturday.
It turns out that the husband actually served a mission. He also graduated
from high school with Uncle Kyle. I told
him that Kyle lives in this stake and he had no clue that he wasn't in Queen
Creek anymore. He said the last time he
saw him was at their last class reunion and that they talked quite a bit then. We invited them to church, but they didn't
come. His wife isn't a member, so naturally we would love the opportunity to
re-activate the husband and baptize the wife. We won't be too pushy though or
anything, so we will see what happens.
I'm hoping they get some good home teachers and that that helps the situation.
Let me tell you. The Thunder Mountain Relief Society knows
how to do a Super Saturday lunch right!
We had the most delicious food and Costco desserts. Our one investigator
in that ward, Lavender Brown, went to the activity with a member so that was
good! She is still pretty non-committal, but at least she is making friends in
the ward.
Okay, we have a pandemic in this nation and it is not Ebola.
It is the ex-specially pandemic. I did
not know until my mission that so many people in this world say the word
especially wrong! It is especially! Not exspecially! THERE IS NO X IN THE WORD ANYWHERE. Even educated people say it wrong. Seriously.
It is starting to get to me. I just have to love the people though and
hope that somehow they come across my blog and realize that they are saying the
word wrong and correct their ways, because I can't correct them or they will
think I am that one mean, stuck up, grammar Nazi missionary.
We started a new fitness challenge this transfer and I hate
my life every morning now. We are doing
the Couch to 5K app as modified by the mission president's wife. It is
awful. I think it should be inhumane to
make people run without music. Running
is already my least favorite activity in the world. I am out of shape, overweight, and lack in
the self-confidence category. When you
add in the fact that my heavy breathing and self-loathing thoughts aren't
drowned out by Selena Gomez anymore it makes the whole thing even worse. We are training for a 5K in November. As if.
I will not be able to run an entire 5K in that short amount of
time. I did decide though that this is
probably a necessary life change for me and I will run 6 days a week the rest
of my mission and prepare to run a 5K when I get home. I think 11 months is adequate time to get my
(nonexistent) butt into gear.
XOXO,
Sister Poppe
Nug Nug's sister, J-Fizzle and I on her last Sunday before she heads to France to be a nanny for ten months. Also, my new fab dress
that I got on sale for $7.50.
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