Well, this week was just happy... we found some cucumbers, and I have been quite content ever since.
Last P-day, my faith in prayer and my companion grew a little. We had no really awesome plans for P-day and it was raining, so neither of us really felt like playing soccer. We returned to our apartment and decided to spend the day deep cleaning it. When I went to email that morning, I had taken just my little tiny baby SD card outside of my camera because I didn’t want to take my camera. (lazy, I know) When I took the SD card out of the camera, I thought... “wow this is tiny, I might lose it if I am not careful.” So, I ripped up a bright pink sticky note and wrapped it around it. ANYWAYS, here we were at home cleaning our hearts out and I remembered “Oh... you should put your SD card back into your camera before you lose it. So I walked to my coat and reached in my pocket.... it wasn’t there. My heart dropped a little... this SD card is the only SD card I have used my whole mission and I have never backed up my photos. I told Sister R. that I was looking for a bright pink sticky note with my whole mission in it. I got really panicked and sad. Sister R. suggested we say a prayer and keep cleaning and it would show up. I was on the verge of tears, so I asked her to say it. We kept cleaning (I kept pacing up and down our small apartment) and searching our now perfectly clean apartment and finally I decided it had to be in the trash… it had to be. I had cleaned everything, and I probably swept it up. Then... the SWEETEST Sister R. came and dumpster dove for me! She went through the trash and FOUND MY SD CARD! I almost cried I was so happy! It was the first of many miracles this week.
All is well on this side of the world. It’s warming up, and getting nice and green. Of course I still love sister R. She has been such a blessing for me. I love working with her. We are always laughing. This week in a lesson with the newly baptized Brother N... he was not understanding me (I blame my Croatian) and I put my head on the table and told him I gave up. Sister R. just laughed. He told us he has been taught by a lot of sister missionaries but we are different because he can tell we love each other and what we are doing and it makes him want to listen. I love that our relationship is inviting the Spirit. Even if it starts out with me singing the BYU Cougar Fight Song every morning while Sister R. covers her ears.
I LOVE YOU ALL!