Hey fam&friends. Happy December. Can you believe it’s December already?! What on earth. It’s so dark up here. The sun rises at 11am and sets around 3pm. We’re all just counting down the days until December 21 so it can start to be light longer. The weather in Wasilla this week has been garbage-rainy and upper 30s with those glacier wind gusts that rips the air of out your lungs.
This week.
We drove up to the Willow chapel (bless) on Tuesday for District Meeting and had a training about having the faith to find the elect people whose hearts are open and ready for the gospel. We were talking about training and at one point an elder said, “what’s the worst thing that’s going to happen? You get shot. That’s quick,”. Maybe it’s only one of those things that’s funny if you’re a missionary but Sister Melton and I have been joking about that all week #thingselderssay.
There are a handful of girls that come to the Young Women’s activities on Tuesday nights regularly that are not members of the Church [yet] and the YW President wants us to start teaching them so she invited us to go to their Smoothie Wars on Tuesday. YW is the BEST. I want to be in YW for the rest of my life. All three of the YW that aren’t members showed up and we got to know them and set up lessons and it was just all good errywhere. I’m pumped.
The weather on Wednesday wasn’t all that bad and so we got our tracting pants on and went crazy. We knocked out a whole neighborhood sharing the #lighttheworld video, inviting people to the Wasilla Ward Christmas party and the Messiah concert, and we’re giving the Book of Mormon out like Halloween candy. It was awesome. And it wasn’t even that cold.
Thursday morning we had a Trainer/Trainee Meeting down in Anchorage so Sister Melton and I road tripped it down there, then stopped at the Mission Office to snag a box of Book of Mormons and other fun missionary things like that, then lunch with Sister Melton’s mom’s cousin in Beach Lake (who I had met last year in Lazy Mountain haha), and then made it back up to Wasilla in time to go and help an investigator couple decorate their Christmas tree. Someone needs to make a brilliant+genius invention that makes Christmas lights less of a struggle because those things are ridiculous. Every. Year. You start by having to untangle the knot ball of lights and then checking to see if they still even work and on the rare occasion that they do, then you have to risk your life by stringing them in the tree and try not to bleed to death. Someone should fix that.
Sister Fa’anunu and I went on exchanges in the Colony Ward this weekend. I love that girl. I had to drive because she doesn’t have her license and I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that we spent the majority of our exchange being lost. She’s new to the area and I have no idea where stuff is in Colony. We survived. It was a good time.
The Wasilla Zone has started “Zone Blitz” where our entire Zone (the smallest in our mission #notmad) all comes out and tracts out a huge part of someone’s area together. It’s the best. On Saturday we planned to blitz in Wasilla so earlier in the week, Sister Melton and I had prayed about knowing where to take the zone and had felt prompted to go to this neighborhood that neither of us had been in before (#pinkwash). We drive over there to check it out and it was this grumbly trailer park in the boonies with shacks and little cabins built off the trailers. Someone was hanging out with these barrels on fire in their backyard. Someone was chilling in a field all by themselves doing who knows what. Someone had pushed their trailer INTO this dirt hill and it was just suspended there-probably illegal but AK has weird housing laws (aka like none, or at least none are followed and people just do whatever they want). ANYWAYS we decided this neighborhood was calling our names because everyone needs the gospel so Saturday afternoon we met up with the elders and started divvying out who goes where and they started freaking out because past elders that had served in Wasilla had been to chicken to tract this neighborhood. Listen kids, it’s going to be fine. So we’re all out there working hard [and praying harder] and at the end of it all, every companionship ends up with at least one return appointment. BOOM.
Yesterday was a little crazy. We only had Sacrament Meeting because a huge part of our ward was involved in the community Messiah concert that day so there weren’t enough people to play the piano in Primary or teach the Sunday School lesson or things like that, so Bishop Walther just canceled the last two hours. There were two performances of the Messiah, one at 2 and one at 7, and some of our investigators said they were coming to the one at 2 and then others said they were coming to the one at 7, so we ended up going to both. Holla. In between them we watched the Christmas Devotional broadcast at the Stake Center and had twenty minutes to run home and break our fast with some mac+cheese (bad idea) before heading back out to the Messiah. Go team. Sundays as a missionary are insane.
Hopefully it starts dumping snow soon so Alaska actually starts looking like Alaska. It looks like Break Up up here. Life is good though, I can’t complain.
Read your scriptures and #lighttheworld.
Love you all from Alaska and back.
XOXO Sister Dunlop
No comments:
Post a Comment