Recently I've been mistaking my sadness for gratitude. My heart has just been so full. Serving a mission was probably the most selfish thing I could have done because more than anyone else I have gained the most out of it. I think I have actually come to the realization that I am really going home soon, that it's not just a joke anymore, but that's okay.... I'm coming to terms with it.... Or maybe it's the fact that in-n-out is calling my name... hmm
Carlos is still being just the coolest gator ever. He bears his testimony. Answers just about every question in gospel principles. Feeds the missionaries once a week. Sent missionaries over to his family in Brazil. Oh he also went to the singles dance and conference this weekend. He's just the greatest.
So here we were riding our bikes down the street and start talking to this man. I think it was the second funniest contact of my mission. At one point I think he even interchanged Sodom and Gomorrah for "ratchet city". Anyways, about half way through this other guy pulls up and starts talking about what our names are and why names are important... Ok yeah we get it your a Jehovah Witness, there's nothing wrong with that until you start saying we don't know who we pray to. I think
Hermana Moody was terrified. I put in my two cents and luckily a person happen to walk by who we could chase down and talk with to leave the j-Dub with the other contact. I remember dad getting all feisty with the j-dubs when they would come to the door, it felt kinda like that.
The reason I am sending this so late is because we went to Wonder Works today and yeah that was a good time.
Hope ya'll have a good week :)
Con amor, Hermana Brooks