Monday, December 4, 2017
Alexandria, Virginia
Remember our miracle investigator? The one who came to church and told us he wanted to be baptized? Well, we had a pass-off lesson with him on Tuesday night to the Elders in the Kingstowne ward. It was so depressing. Sure, we were teaching him about the gospel and all that jazz, but we still had to say the words, "The Elders will be teaching you now." I was pretty happy when P* (the investigator) got sad and pretended to cry when we said that he had to go somewhere else. The lesson was hilarious, though. P* doesn't hold anything back when he has something to say. *sigh* I'm going to miss that taxi driver.
On Wednesday, we went to district meeting in the morning and got to meet the new missionaries in our district! There is a new Elder and a new Sister. I just want to pinch their cheeks. So cute. After the meeting, Sister Hansen started feeling poorly, so we went back to the apartment, and I tended to my ailing companion the rest of the day. Turns out, she had some sort of stomach flu. I felt fine, though. Lucky me!
On Thursday night, Sister Hansen was still sickly, but we had to go to Vienna and get the car appraised. Do you even know how stressful a garage is? I mean, where the flip do you have to park? I almost had an aneurysm trying to navigate through the throng of broken-down automobiles and sketchy-looking mechanics. The Lord was with us, and we were able to find the nice guy man who took care of our car for us. Although, he did take to the dent on the car with a giant hammer. I had to close my eyes as my baby was maliciously thwacked by the hunk of metal. We went home after that so that Sister Hansen could die on the couch. That night, the Franconia Sisters called us and said that they were given a referral that was in our area and that they had set up an appointment with him that night for us. We, obviously, couldn't go, so they went in our stead. And apparently he is a miracle, too! He is so open to learning more about the gospel and was giving a heap of suggestions on how to be a better missionary (some of which were not terrible ideas).
Friday morning, my luck ran out and I started to feel sickly. While Sister Hansen and I were both weeping and wailing on the couch and feeling sorry for ourselves, the Franconia Sisters showed up with a care package for us on their way to rake some leaves. If I were well enough, I would have hopped in their car and made them take me with them. I want to rake leaves! I've decided that we're going to go "rake tracting" this week and walk around neighborhoods with a rake and offer to rake up people's yard whilst delivering a moving sermon as we are raking said yard. Anyway, we sat inside and complained a bit, and then I just had this feeling that we needed to go to M*'s house (the miracle referral), so we buttoned up our coats and slipped on our boots and went our way. When we knocked on his door, a lady answered and she said that M* was at work and wouldn't be home the rest of the night. So, we left. And while we were walking down the sidewalk to our car, M* showed up and told us that he was just returning from the grocery store and to please come inside. (He recognized our nametags. We had never met him before.) Anyway, we walk inside with him and I just looked at the lady and said, "Look who came home from work!" She just smiled. I smiled back. Then we got to teaching him about The Book of Mormon and about Joseph Smith, and he had a lot of great questions for us. His favorite thing about the church is that we don't have a recited prayer, but that it's extremely personal to everyone. He said that he would be at church this week and come to a Book of Mormon study class with us on Wednesday! (Update: He didn't come to church. It's fine. I'm not bitter.)
On Saturday, we went to Ward Coordination Meeting and then went home because we were still feeling all bleh. Then we cancelled dinner with C* that night because there is no way that I could eat the seafood that she would inevitably prepare for us and not barf all over her kitchen. When we called her and told her we were sick, she said that she would bring us some Ginger Ale for our tummies. But then she said, "Wait - I can't get you any of that. You can't drink that." And I went, "Um...yes,we can." And she just went, "No, you can't." And so I went, "Yes...yes, I think we can." And then she said, "No, you can't! The Word of Wisdom, girl! What's wrong with you??" It was so funny. I love C*. Anyway, she ended up bringing us some Ginger Ale, and all was well.
We had a good Sunday. It was lovely.
Au revoir!
Sister Kleven