The moral of the story is that in life, bad things happen to good people through no fault of their own. But God still loves them and will come through in the end.
Anyway, last week I might have mentioned the cat that stays outside of our door and we feed him chicken strips. I might have also mentioned in the past few weeks that my companion is one of the unluckiest people ever. So last week or the week before, we were trying to figure out if she had bedbugs or chiggers. No one seemed to know the difference, so we finally got permission to see a doctor. Turns out, she has poison ivy. Why? Because she got it from the cat. No more feeding starving souls. Haha Now every day when we leave or come home, we have to avoid touching the cat at all costs.
But, apparently I am not allergic to poison ivy! We learn things every day.
Friday night, we went to the temple because some of the recent converts in my old ward were going to do proxy baptisms. We took the train. Being there was really fun because I got to see so many of the people I love, including past companions. At 9:30, our ride to the train station decided that it was too sketchy for us to take the train home, so we spent the night with the Hermanas in Plano. Another moment of bad luck: they dropped us off at the train stop at 7:00 the next morning, but our phone was accidentally left in their car. So we couldn't get on the train to go home, we didn't know their phone number, and we were in an unfamiliar place. So we used strangers phones, called numbers that we knew from previous area, finally got their number from someone else, and called until they answered. Good times.
And the next day, we wend back to the temple to do a little outside tour/lesson for two of our investigators. That was fun too. And we got a ride, so the trip didn't take 12 hours.
Sunday was a bit emotional. One of the elders who has been serving in this ward is going home this week. And, one of the young men in the ward is leaving on his mission this week as well. They both spoke in church, they both cried a bit, everyone else cried a bit as well.
There are some things that can't be expressed by words. Words cannot capture the nervous excitement of leaving to serve the Lord and His children, or the sorrow of having to leave them.
Someone told me that we are always in the middle of the mission. If you are on your first day or your last, it is all the same. There was a beginning, there will be an end. All the rest of the time is the middle. Hay que trabajar todo el tiempo.
Anyway, life is good. Have a great week!