The weeks are passing quickly but it is still hot in Texas.
It is supposed to be in the 100's all week.
It is supposed to be in the 100's all week.
Sister L was studying as she ate breakfast this morning.
By 6:30 a.m. the Sisters had already started their laundry.
By 10 a.m. they had cleaned their room and
By 10 a.m. they had cleaned their room and
were on their way out the door....
They said they had plans for today~~
*sports at the church
*shopping at the store
*email at library
*teaching a family they have been teaching
When I got home at 4:30, this is what I found.
Sister H was busy on the couch.
Sister L was camped out in the kitchen.
Both were furiously writing letters.
Such is the life of a missionary...
Just as they were about to leave for their evening appointments
the doorbell rang. It was the mailman.
the doorbell rang. It was the mailman.
Sister H ran to answer the door....
She said, "I LOVE my mother!"
I have never served a mission, but by
I have never served a mission, but by
observing the Sisters I have learned that
missionaries love mail and mothers.
In addition to teaching people about the church
they are learning things...
In addition to teaching people about the church
they are learning things...
about the world, about people, and about the church.
I can see their testimonies growing each day as they serve.
They are enduring a lot of heat, a little rejection, and overall
I can see their testimonies growing each day as they serve.
They are enduring a lot of heat, a little rejection, and overall
some very happy feelings. The week has started out right.